Breaking The Thug

3. Expect The Unexpected (Conversations in a Diner/Save It)

Three Weeks Later

"Sis, are you sure you're okay to be here by yourself?" Mya asked as her and Cyonne stood by my door.

"Yeah, I'm good. I don't want to hold y'all back. I'll go to the concert and maybe the after party tomorrow, but I'm not really up for partying right now." I sighed.

I had been sick and felt like shit these past few days and was not in the mood for homecoming at all. Which sucked because I looovvveeddd homecoming. Everything about homecoming was beautiful to me. Especially at an HBCU. But I was going to have to sit the many festivities this week out.

With the constant nausea and the stomach cramps, I wanted to just run into traffic. I don't usually get sick, but when I do? You'd think it was the plague.

Getting up to use the bathroom for what felt like the hundredth time today, I loudly groaned when I began to feel a headache form.

Dom😻🔥🤷🏾‍♀️: You still feeling sick baby?

Text to Dom😻🔥🤷🏾‍♀️: I feel like I'm dying my nigga 🤢

Dom😻🔥🤷🏾‍♀️: You throwing up and shit. Your ass pregnant?

Text to Dom😻🔥🤷🏾‍♀️: Back to sender. Take your bad luck elsewhere

Dom😻🔥🤷🏾‍♀️: Lol, my bad shawty. But imma hyu later. Feel better😘

Text to Dom😻🔥🤷🏾‍♀️: Ard, thanks.

I can't believe this nigga would ask me if I'm pregnant when we used a condom every time we fucked that night.

Then it all clicked.

Rell and I never used condoms...

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"Sis, calm down. All this stress isn't good for you or the baby." Mya said as I glared at her.

I called her and Cyonne after breaking down and freaking out for twenty minutes straight. When they got here, they managed to calm me down before we made our way to a CVS. I ended up buying three pregnancy tests just to be sure.

They all had the same result.

Positive.

"I'm not ready to have a baby." I cried.

"You should've used protection then Ada. You a smart girl and you know better." Cy said.

"I don't need a lecture right now Cyonne."

"She's not wrong though Adama. You knew the risks of unprotected sex. Especially since you aren't on birth control. This was bound to happen. But talking about the what if's won't change the fact that you're pregnant. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know." The tears wouldn't seem to stop no matter how hard I tried to still them. "I'm about to call Rell."

They just nodded before giving me space and exiting the bathroom.

Dialing his number he answered almost immediately.

"Rell, I need you-"