~Imani's POV~:
Dee and I sat in the obstetrician's office, our fingers intertwined. I texted Jerome one-handedly, smiling at all of his replies. "Who you talking to?"
I glanced at my fiance and felt the sudden urge to yank my hand out of his. "Jerome. Why?" He nodded and pulled out his own phone.
"Oh, the fag." Now I had a great reason to yank my hand out of his.
A bit too loudly, I spoke,"how could you say that?!" There was a white couple sitting across from us in the little waiting room and they were staring. Hard.
Damiun shrunk noticeably under my gaze. "I was just playing."
"Well ha fucking ha. You should be a goddamn comedian." A nurse appeared through the door. She looked about 30 and her pink-streaked hair was pulled up into a ponytail.
"Imani Atwood?" I nearly flew out of my seat, desperate to get away from Damiun.
"I don't want him to come back here." Damiun held up his hands.
"What the hell, Imani?" The nurse, Roxan, gave him a sympathetic smile.
"I have to respect her wishes, sir." He rolled his eyes and headed for the exit. As I followed Roxan down the hall, she chuckled.
"That is quite the boyfriend you've got there." I corrected her.
"Fiance, actually."
"Oh wow. Well have a seat right here. I'm gonna check your blood pressure and Dr. Wang will be in shortly."
After Roxan took my blood pressure and left, I took out my phone and hurriedly texted Jerome.
To: Jerome
Hey.. ik were supposed to be hangin out today . I was gonna go home with dee then id just come get u in my car but he pissed me off so do u think u can pick me up from the doctor?
I even gave him the address of the place. There was just no way in hell I was going home with Dee.
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"Shitfuckohmygoditssocoldpleaseexcusemyfrench." Dr. Wang simply laughed.
"They all say it's cold." She squinted at the display as she placed the transducer probe on my abdomen. "Hmm.. can't tell the sex of the baby yet; that's next visit. He or she seems to be doing just fine though." Nodding and smiling, I pulled my shirt down.
"Exactly what I wanted to hear." Dr. Wang turned around to look at me. Concern was painted on her detailed, Asian features.
"Your blood pressure was really high, Imani. That's not good at all, you can develop preeclampsia or gestational diabetes. Is there any particular reason why your blood pressure might be high?" I looked down, my engagement ring catching my eye. I swallowed thickly.
"My fiance and I are having issues.. that's all." Dr. Wang gave me a look of empathy.
"I know exactly how you feel and I don't want anything bad to happen to you or this bundle of joy. Get rid of all stressors." I nodded.
"I will. I'm gonna run out of prenatal vitamins pretty soon, do you think you can prescribe some more?"
"Sure thing." She took out a notepad from her lab coat. I watched as she hurriedly scribbled out the prescription before handing me the paper. "Take care of yourself, Imani." I tried to give her a reassuring smile.
"I will."
After I made my next appointment with the kind man at the front desk, I exited the little office. Damiun was hot on my heels. "How'd it go?"
