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"C'mon Jhen' we gone be late." Anthony called for her as he stood in the hall while she continued to get ready in the bedroom.

Fluffing her hair out once more, she looked herself over before deciding she wouldn't nit pick her outfit and make up any longer.

Anthony entered the bedroom after calling her name in an impatient manner and not hearing a response from her. "You don't hear me callin' you? We gotta go if we tryna' beat traffic." He looked down at her as she continued to remain seated on the outter edge of the bed

Jhenea shrugged her shoulders in a tiring way. She had been feeling a little off about everything she's done lately. Not a sick feeling, more like a six sense. It was odd. She couldn't even describe into words."You good?" He touched her forehead causing her to immediately push him away in fear if him smudging her eyebrows that she had worked so hard for to be symmetrical.

His brows bumped in defense as he gazed at her oddly. "Fuck you then, stay sick wit' yo' mad ass."He scoffed not really appreciating the fact that he got pushed away when he was being kind.

Jhenea rolled her eyes as she got up and trudged over to the walk in closet. Anthony screwed his face up as she rambled through his things before retrieving a black plastic bag. "Why you going through my stuff Jhenea?" He asked calmly with a sense of guilt pressing down on him.

Reaching her hand in the bag, she took out three packed boxes of pregnancy tests. She honestly couldn't believe that he even had the audacity to purchase them when they shouldn't even be in the radar of Jhenea. She had noticed them last week and truth of the matter was that they scared her which caused her to feel all these different ways. Every unfortuante thing that happened automatically caused her to think she was pregnant which was a thought she tried to push far back in her mind. "Why are you buying pregnancy test?" Jhenea retorted in the same tone he had utilized.

"Shit, I definitely aint pregnant."He let out a loud hysterical laugh hoping that he would sway one out of her so she won't be as pissed.

Looking at him at a unmoved face she punched him in the arm. "You serious Anthony? This is not a fucking joke. You take all this shit so fucking lightly until I end up miscarrying again and all you can say is sorry, I should have never done that. I don't take this shit lightly and neither should you."

Anthony head jerked back in an offended manner. He honestly didn't find anything he had done wrong. He really didn't understand why she was upset. "Is it wrong that I want a baby?"

"You only want it cause you can't have one."She rebutted his argument.

Anthony shook his head."No I can have one with any female out in this world, but you, lets get that straight." His words may have seemed harsh, but it was the truth. No matter how many times people would tell her that it's possible for her to successfully have a child she would never believe it. Her first experience scarred her for life and she doesn't think she'll ever heal.

Disregarding his valid point, Jhenea folded her arms across her chest after roughly throwing all three boxes at him. "So what the fuck am I supposed to do with those? See if you fucking got me pregnant after I told you Anthony that I was not prepared for this, you gone hear my mouth."

Anthony sighed carelessly while taking a seat on the bed. "One, you don't even know if you pregnant, I just bought them for clarification. Two, I hear yo' mouth evey fuckin' day so what's gone be the difference? Three, it take two to tango Jhen and I damn sure wasn't fuckin' myself."He eased closer to her with a persuasive smirk trying to steer her far from being upset.

Jhenea looked him in his eyes almost falling deep within his looks. Quickly snapping out of it, she shook her head. Before she could get the chance to air him out, he jumped at the opportunity to interrupt her. "I'm sorry okay. You and I been real precautious lately so its nearly impossible mama."He hoisted her up so her legs could wrap around his waist. Although he knew he had made a few slip ups here and there with their safe sex, he wasn't gonna tell her of that.

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