~Michelle~
It's been six months and I've gotten bigger. Last time I was only 4 weeks now I'm 7 months. Guess what we're having a...
There was a knock at the door. Jay won't be home till another hour. He's been working at Foot Locker after school. Every dime counts even though he saved up enough money before we left Florida.
I looked through the peep hole to see two men and two ladies in the other side of the door.
I was skeptical about answering but I did anyways. I opened the door.
"How can I help you?" I said with attitude. One of the ladies broke down in tears. I looked at her confused.
"Can we come in?" I really didn't trust them.
"Hold on." I closed and locked the door. I walked back into the room to get my phone.
*Phone Convo*
"Jay can you come home now please."
"Baby what's wrong? Is something wrong with the baby? Are you hurt?" he asked in a panic tone.
"No some men and women are at the door and they want to come in but strangely one of them men look like you and the lady that was crying looked like me."
"What the hell you talking about?" he nearly yelled.
"Just hurry and come home."
"I'll be there in 10."
*Phone Convo Over*
I waited for Jay to get here. Yes I sure did leave them standing at the door. I don't know them.
"Chelly open the door." I heard Jay yell. He couldn't get in cause I had the chain hooked on. I wobbled my pregnant ass to the door.
To my surprise these people were still here. Jay walked in telling them to come in. I gave him a look. He nodded it's ok.
"So who are y'all? Cause sitting in this silence is making me frustrated." One of them cleared their throat. He looked about 6'4, built frame, dreads, and has tattoos. Shit for him to be up in age he was fine and he was YSL down. The other man that looked about 6'3 dreads and he had some of the same tattoos as the other guy. But he had on a Jordan fit.
Now the two females were bad. The one that looked like me was a red bone with long red hair. She had some tattoos but not to much. Her makeup was flawless. She had on shorts, a sheer white top, and a pair of white red bottoms. The other lady had on a white and gold high low shirt, ripped skinny jeans with some purple and gold peep toe pumps. She had a full sleeve tat on her left arm and on her right foot. She had black curls hair that flowed down her back. These some bad jawns tho.
"We're your parents." I nearly choked on air. After 15 almost 16 years they appear. Oh hell no
"Nope! Get out!" I said. They looked a little taken back but I didn't care.
"Just let us explain everything."
"I don't want to hear shit y'all got to say. We spent 15 years in foster care. No parents. No love. Just beatings and being mistreated. We only had each other. Jay had to go out and hustle so we mainly me wouldn't want for nothing. Where were y'all? No where to be found. 15 fucking years and y'all pop up out the blue. I'm 7 months pregnant I don't need this added stress. Jayceon and I been doing just fine when y'all left well be doing just fine when y'all leave." I said walking into our room slamming the door. Soon as I hit the pillow my tears came.
~Jay~
When Chelly called and told me about some people at the door and one of them looked like me. I didn't know what to think. I had to leave work early for this. This better be a fucking joke.
