As Ebony stood in front of Bakari's front door, she hesitantly waited before she knocked on the door mentally debating herself if this was a good idea to see her son completely out of the whim. She slowly exhales, finding her zen before she knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for him to answer. In front of her, Jayla Bakari's ex stood in front of her wearing one of his button up shirts answering the door for him while Bakari was elsewhere.
"Oh I didn't know Bakari hired help," Jayla said with a sly smile.
"And I didn't know Bakari hired an escort," Ebony clapped back at her and walked inside of his apartment watching him walk downstairs in his black underwear.
"Ebony?" Bakari asked confused to see her, checking the time on his phone as he made his way to her. "I didn't know you were coming so soon." He awkwardly looked at Jayla and asked her if she could leave the room so they could talk. "I thought you were picking up Kari on Saturday," he asked confused as to why she was here.
"Bakari I was here first—"
"And this is the mother of my child and this is my house..." he reminds her.
Jayla rolled her eyes and walked back upstairs angrily.
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"So you two back together or???" Ebony bluntly asked.
"I know you ain't come all the way here to ask about who I fuck, and nah she just comes through whenever." He shrugs his shoulders, folding his arms across his chest. "Why you jealous?" He says with a smirk on his face.
"I'm not jealous Bakari trust me I've had my fair share. I just was around in the neighborhood and I wanted to see Kari I know it's not my day to see him but I figured I'd give it a shot..."
"No it's okay, Kari isn't here though he's out with my sister Jamila and her husband they're in town so she wanted to spend some time with him."
"Oh," Ebony looked down sadly, and nervously rubbed her arm. "Well I didn't mean to bother you I should just be going anyway. You have company, and I know Jayla doesn't like me."
"No, Ebony it's okay, I've been meaning to talk to you anyway, you doing okay?" Bakari asked her, knowing she's had her struggles with postpartum depression.
"I'm fine...I mean I have my bad days and there are days where I'm feeling on top of the world like I can conquer anything. But it's rough not being around Kari as much as I'd like but I mean I did it to myself. I was irresponsible...I was constantly seeking validation from you or from anyone who I'd have feelings for. I can't always blame you because I was the one who messed us up completely...you wanted to be there for me and the baby and if I had put my pride aside then maybe we wouldn't be in this mess that I created. I just miss having you around...the old you...the Bakari I could talk to for hours and sometimes even falling asleep on FaceTime when we were apart. I never get tired of hearing your voice. I miss re-dreading your hair and braiding it...your smile...how you would always find ways to make me laugh even when I was feeling bad about myself like when I met your family for the first time. They were so hard on me, and they still are."
