Dark Beauty

C H A P T E R 23 : Layla

Monday

January 7th, 2014

 5:45 p.m.

Why couldn’t his bitch ass just come with me….it’s both  of our jobs…not just mine. I texted Tyrone, my best friend, as I waited in the waiting room of my doctor’s office.

Lay you know that nigga ain’t shit….just leave him….why do you keep tryin’? he questioned back through a text.

No I’m not! I text back quickly.

    After sending that text my phone rang. I seen Tyrone’s number show and I answered. “Well you should,” he remarked as he verbally replied back to my text. “Did you find out the news yet?” he questioned.

“No I think it’s still too early to tell what it will be.” I told him, remembering back to the TLC baby shows.

“Well when you do let me know.” he demanded.

“Will do.” I told him. From the corner of my eyes I could see the flash on my phone hit the wall. I brought the phone from my ear and I saw that I had a message. I opened it and rolled my eyes at his message. The fuck you want? I replied back.

What you doin’?

 

At the doc’s…what you want? I angrily texted.

 

Oh….what you doin’ after? he asked.

Sleep…why? I questioned.

You should come through. .  . . he instantly sent. I rolled my eyes at his selfishness. I thought I made my plans clear. Are you? he sent a few minutes later.

I told you I’m going home to go to bed….I’m sleepy. I responded.

You can sleep here ma just come over. he told me.

    Even through his text I could hear the demand in it. At this stage Darien’s mind wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I’ll think about it De’ later. I sent. I was in no mood for his demanding and disrespectful ass. I ignored the smiley face he sent and went back to the conversation that Tyrone was so engulfed in telling me. After a few minutes of me listening to Tyrone rant I heard my name being called. I turned to the hallway where the nurse stood. She waved for me to come towards her. I stood up and began to walk toward her. “I’ma have to call you back,” I told Tyrone. He said okay and then hung up. “Hi.” We both greeted as I grew closer.

    I trailed behind her. She led me into a back room where she instructed me to step on the scale. My eyes matched deer in head lights as I watched the numbers on the digital scale climb. “One-thirty-five.” She told me. “Okay step over here so I can get your height.” “Five-foot-three.” She announced. “Okay follow me.” she told me as she led me out the room and we headed for the room next door. I walked inside the room and she stopped at the door. She placed my chart in the holder screwed onto the door and then told me the doctor would be in shortly. When the door closed I sat on top of the examining table and waited for him to show.

   As I waited for him to come my nerves shot everywhere. My hands began to sweat and my heart began to race. Every second that passed felt like an hour. Questions swirled about in my head. What if I’m not a good mother? What if I fail my child? What if the picture perfect family I want doesn’t work out?