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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