I waited in the doctors office all alone. I needed to know if I was pregnant for sure. If I really was pregnant than only one person could be the daddy and that was Quincy. I tried not to feel guilty, but it seem like we were all playing a dirty ass game. All of us.
Quincy was cheatin on Jhene. Jhene was pregnant by somebody else and Rashad was in the crossfire. I wasn't the only dirty muthafucka in the mix. That gave me a little relief.
I still hadn't told Quincy no info about Rashad and decided to take our secret to my grave. All I needed to do was find out the results to this test and get an abortion if I had to. Thank God for abortions.
I would get the abortion, avoid Quincy, and convince Jhene to leave Rashad alone. Then we'd all be happy again I figured. I sat in the patient room of the office as I waited. My gynecologist was a young black lady who kept it real.
She walked In holding her clip board. "Well you definitely are pregnant." She spoke with assurance. "Damn it!" I shot like I was surprised all over again. "Okay Dr. Oliver. Tell me what I need to do to get the abortion process started." I said. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about." She replied before sitting on a nearby stool.
My thoughts changed from surprised to concern. "The blood work came back and based off what you told me about your cycle, you're already 4 months along almost 5 which means you're too far along for our clinic to preform an abortion." She said. "Fuck my life!" I shouted with anger before vomiting in a nearby trash can.
This meant that I ended up pregnant on the first night that Quincy and I fucked. This was like a horror story. How was I gonna fix this now?!
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Later that night I soaked in my bathtub. I tried to relax. I was holding the phone debating about how I was gonna relay this news to Quincy. I had stole his number out Jhene's phone weeks ago. I was scared as hell when I made the call, but it had to be done.
I was surprised he answered. "Who's this?" He asked. "Tyra." I replied as I was nervous. "You got some good news for a nigga?" He questioned. "No." I told him. "Than what the hell you calling me for?!" He asked. "I called to tell you.... to tell you that ...I'm pregnant." I confessed. He laughed a little. "What...? you think you pregnant by me?!" He said. "Who else?!" I shot back. "You betta hit one of them Otha niggas shorty. I didn't bust in you." He lied like he forgot. "Quincy you're the dad. That's all there is to it." I expressed. "What you want money? I'll wire you the money, but just get rid of that fuckin baby." He told me before hanging up. Click.
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RomansaAh'Jhene is a bad bitch, but it doesn't come easy. She has to hustle to make it, but in the process of hustling she's having the time of her life. Problem is she's having the time of her life at everyone else's expense. She's the master at manipulat...
