Five months later...
"August stop! We have to get this party ready!"
I started laughing and screamin' more, but he still tickled me harder. I screamed and laughed harder until I said that I was going to go into labor if he didn't stop.
"Aight, Aight. Let's get this shit together." August said.
"Thank you. Now help me up, nigga." I said, holding out my hands.
He smiled and pulled me up. My stomach was only as big as a balloon, but I act like I'm fat, so I don't have to do nothing. But I guess that's one of those things that he has to do as a daddy.
I got a three step latter and started hanging banners and shit up. Chris is getting out of jail today and I need to clear some shit up, so I'm going to try to make this shit look happy.
I'm nervous than ever, but that's why I have August with me just incase shit goes south when I say what I need to say. But looking at August now, I could tell he was more scared than I was.
"What's on your mind, boo?" I ask, kissing his cheek.
"Nothing. Just hoping shit go right." He said.
I sat on his lap and kissed his lips.
"Come on, August. Don't think about it. I'm just as nervous as you are, baby. But don't get too worked up. All he can do is talk shit and kick me out." I say, calming him down.
"But I don't want to break y'all family up. Imma feel like shit for doing that."
"Baby, your not only responsible for it. It's my fault too. We chipped this iceberg together, now we both are going to see if it floats. You get what I'm saying?"
He kissed my lips. I always know how to calm him down.
"Plus I got some major shit on Chris that I need to clear up." I say.
"You know I love you, right?" August said, kissing down my neck.
"Mhmm." I smiled.
"You ain't gon' say it back?" He said.
Just when I was about to say it, my little girl started kicking. August wanted a boy, but he was still too happy that we're having a girl.
"She's kicking!" I cringed.
August smiled and slid his hands on my belly. He felt his little girl kicking. I swear that shit gets to him everytime.
"That's your baby girl, August." I smile.
"That's our baby."
"Baby?"
I looked up to see Chris and Karrueche. I sighed and stood up to show my stomach in a way. Chris stood back in shock.
"It's not quite what you expected." I said.
Chris covered his mouth with his hand. I looked down and picked at her nails. August stood up beside me. Chris raised his eyebrows.
"Chilombo, please tell me this a joke. Please."
I still had her head down. Chris shook his head. Why I got a feeling some shit is about to pop off?
"I was in jail! For five fucking months! And I come back, and you knocked up by a nigga you ain't seen in a year? That's some hoe ass shit, Bo!" He yell.
I lifted my head up and gave him a twisted look. Ok, now it's time to say it. I can't hold it back any longer.
"Hoe?" I said.
"Bo, please don't." August said.
"No fuck that! I know I fucked up by getting pregnant! I know that this shit is gon' be hard, but you better check who's the real mothafucking hoe here!" I yell.
Chris froze. August sat down on the couch. But I'm not done yet.
"Don't even dare." Chris said.
"Maybe I should leave." Karrueche said.
"You sit your Thot-Pocket ass right there!" I barked.
Karrueche stood there, frozen as ice. I continued.
"All those years.." I said. "All those years I thought I was alone. I thought I was an orphan."
By now, I was crying, but I didn't notice. Everytime I talk about this shit, it creeps up on me unexpectedly. I took a deep breath.
"All those days when we played "House", when I was little, and you touched me. And you touched me. And you violated me in every way possible, I still looked up to you. I still respected you." I say, wiping my tears.
"You used to fuck other girls, then come home and fuck me. I didn't know it was wrong because you told me it was right. You molested me until I was thirteen, and when I finally got pregnant, you made me abort it. But through all that shit, I still loved you like a father."
They whole room was silent. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, but I didn't care. All of the weight I've been holding for years, has been lifted off of me. I feel...free in a way.
"I'm moving in with August, so I won't be back." I said, putting my coat on.
August got up and did the same thing. I took one last look at the house and walked straight out of the door. August followed and grabbed my hand, making sure I don't slip and fall on any ice or snow while I got into the car.
Soon, August pulled off and we were on our way to his house. I grabbed August's hand and rubbed the top with my thumb.
"Bo?" He said.
"Yeah?" I respond.
"Why didn't you tell me? You know...about that situation when you said that you felt like an orphan?" He asked, paying attention to the road.
I just smiled and shook my head.
"Because an orphan is a kid, with nobody who loves them. What I failed to realize is, you loved me the entire time." I said.
August cheezed and continued to drive. I just sat back and watched the snow fall as we passed the land.
His name was August.
Her name was Chilombo.
The end.
