What's My Name?

Whoa Vicky

Victoria's POV

"Hi, I'll take two dozen donuts." I look at Pimmit, who's standing next to me looking white as all get out. His thumbs are in his front pockets and his lips are tucked. "One dozen all glazed, the other half blueberry, half apple fritters."

"Who likes apple fritters?" Pimmit asks while taking out the money. Peaking over his shoulder I see a condom sticking out of his wallet. Classy.

"Your daughter. Your daughter likes apple fritters."

Pimmit stops mid whatever he was doing and turns to me. His jaw was dropped in awe and his eyes were watery.

Oh no. He's gonna be a bitch again.

"We're...we're having a girl?"

Prolly.

"Yeah...the test results-"

Grabbing me by the waist, he picks me up rather gently and spins me around.

A surprising feat, might I add. I was about two hundred pounds of pure nigga at this point.

The lady behind the counter is smiling hard, so hard in fact that her smile was twitching. I'm no detective, but I'd say that she's faking it! Book her boys!

"Okay Pimmit. Put me down now and pay the lady. Her cheeks are gonna move to her ears if you don't."

"Okay, okay. It's just that I've always wanted a daughter." He gives the lady the money and picks up the box of donuts.

You've always wanted a lot, haven't you?

Commie.

As we walk out of the shop, Pimmit takes off his sunglasses and looks down at me.

"So, does James know?"

"He was the one that took me to the checkup. I told you that the appointment was on June 9th, but you said that you had to do some stupid track meet that day."

"Stupid? What the fuck, Victoria? You used to love track. Why is there a problem all of a sudden?"

I look him in his eyes and I watch his pupils get smaller. He was lying.

How did I know?

I didn't. I'm just on some bullshit, and this isn't pertinent to the story.

"No Pimmit, I didn't. I loved field. You were too fucking busy with your cutesie little runners to be bothered with us throwers! You never came over to watch us practice, never came to see any of us, even if it was just the good ones," I could feel the tears building up. I blinked them back, but mama did raise somewhat of a bitch so I probably will cry soon. "You didn't care!"

His brow furrows, and he put both hands on the car. Slamming the car with his fist, he grabs me by the shoulders.

"I watched you from afar. You knew it, James knew it, hell, even my fucking wife knew it. I cared an absurd amount." His hands squoze my shoulders. I could feel his nails painfully digging into my shoulders. "I fucking stuck my neck out for you! I...I..."

His eyes grew wide and his hands slowly dropped from my shoulders. I stared up at his face in shock, an immense pain shooting through my skin where his hands were.

"I'm sorry. I should've been there for the baby. I should've been there for you. No track meet should be over my baby," He grabbed my cheeks and placed a light kiss on my forehead. "Neither of them."

He holds me in his arms for a few seconds, but something begins to eat at me. I push him away and shake my head.

I can't believe I was about to do this. I was about to confront Rudy Pimmit.

Write my name on a body bag because I'm about to be a stiffy.

"Pimmit, I don't mean to get defensive, but the track thing isn't really where all this anger is coming from."

I look him in his eyes and grab his hands. His face is soft, but the anger hasn't completely died down. His shoulders are tense and his eyes are searching my face for a sign.

"Then what is it? Tell me so I can right my wrongs."

"Rudy," I take a deep breath and touch my hand to his chest. "You can't right the wrongs that I'm about to tell you."

"I must be able to change them somehow! Just...tell me what the fuck you're stringing me along about!"

"You weren't at that track meet on Tuesday. Desmond was there and he said you didn't show." Pimmit's face is blank, and his hands are limp in mine. "Just tell me where you were, and I'll be okay with it."

"I...I thought you said you were at an appointment? Were you lying to me about that?"

"No. I purposely scheduled it early, 7 am early Pimmit. Just so I could see you and your athlete's last meet of the season." I grabbed his hands harder and looked him in his eyes. "Stop avoiding the question and face it. Where were you from 3 to 7?"

"Marie. I was with Marie." His forehead was sweating profusely, and his hands were clammy. "Ever since you got pregnant I haven't been able to fulfill my needs. After all, she still is my wife."

"Rudy," There are tears in my eyes and I let go of his hands. "Marie was at the meet too. She sat next to me and we had a long conversation. I told her about our baby, and your situation with James."

Pimmit's face dropped and his hands covered his mouth. I sincerely hoped it was to keep other stupid lies from escaping.

"So now I'm wondering why you keep lying." Tears stream down my face and the baby in my stomach begins to kick.

Almost if to say:

"Mommy's crying."

"Stop it, mommy, I don't want you to cry."

"Rudy Ivan Pimmit. Please. Just tell me the truth. Where were you the night of June 9th, from 3 to 7?"

Pimmit opens his mouth to speak, but he closes it once again and hugs me.

What was he doing? Why am I melting into him?

I needed to stand my ground, but I couldn't.

Something felt off about him.

Why would he lie about being with Marie?

And there couldn't possibly be another woman...or man.

Could there?