Poison Ivy

Ivy 31

6 months later

Roslin(Rose)POV:

I get out of my car and knock on August's door. I wait a few seconds and the door is opened by some lady. I frown.

"Hi. Is August here?"

"Yes. Who are you?"

I sigh. "Listen, I really need to talk to him. Can you move?"

She tilts her head to the side. I sigh and push her away from the door, matching it. "I hate me some insecure bitches."

She follows behind me, talking trash. I ignore her. I have more important things to worry about.

"Aug? August where are you?"

"Rose. What are you doing here?"

"When was the last time you talked to Rita? She hasn't been answering my calls for weeks now."

He shrugs. "Its been a while."

I smack my forehead. "What is a while August?"

"You seriously need to stop talking to me like I'm your friend. About five months ago."

"What? Why aren't you talking to her? I thought we were supposed to check on her every once in a while, to see if she's ok."

"She is the one who stopped taking my calls. I think she even blocked me."

What? "Did you guys have a fight or something?"

He shakes his head. "Nope. She just stopped talking to me. Listen she is ok. Red has people that side keeping an eye on her."

"Well something is wrong. I called the neighbors where we used to live and they say she hasn't been there in months."

"Maybe she moved. Damn, I told you, she isn't talking to me. What do you want me to do? Fly down to New York?"

"That would be something."

"Nah, you go. You the one who left her on her own. Maybe she is mad at you. Knowing Rita, she won't say it to you because she doesn't want to come off as selfish, but she probably feels you chose Rizz over her. My opinion though."

I sigh. "I didn't do-"

He raises his eyebrow. "Really now? Listen, I'll get Red to check what's up."

I smile. "Thank you."

I leave. Something is wrong or going on with her.

Rita(RiRi)POV:

I rub my belly and smile at my next patient as she walks in my office.

"Hello, Amanda. How have you been?"

She smiles and sits on the bed. "I've been great. I can't wait to get this cast off. How is the baby?"

I smile, getting the things we need ready. "He is fine. He doesn't keep me up at night anymore. I can now come back to work for a few weeks before my maternity leave."

We do what we have to do, making small conversations.

"Well, I'm happy to tell you that, you can get it off in the next month."

"Really? Thank you doctor Jones."

"Just doing my job. Have a nice day."

She smiles and leaves. I walk out of my office and go down to the receptionist. Yes, I'm pregnant and I'm six months. It's a baby boy and I'm so excited. I do wish I was married and in love to fully enjoy this process, but it's fine. I'm glad I'm at a place were I can take care of myself and buy my baby whatever he wants and needs.