Lmao y'all don't care about India too much so I just want to warn y'all that this chapter is short and kind of about her . Anyways enjoy not to enjoy 😉
India
After the initial shock wore off regarding what Gretchen told me about my lab results I finally made it to work. One of the first things I did was google POCS to do a little more research on my own and to have a better understanding of what I was dealing with.
This would definitely conflict with the blue printing designed for myself when I was younger of having two kids, a boy and a girl, a three story house with a swimming pool, two car garage, and a successful man to share it with.
I just looked at this as a slight obstacle that needed to be hurdled and I'm just the one to do it, and that's why I asked Gretchen to go ahead and write out the prescription for me to get the process started.
I stopped at Walgreens after I got off from work and got it filled on my way to nips house.
I tossed my keys inside my purse, closed the front door behind me, and then followed the sounds of a blaring TV to what I referred to as Laker Nation, Aka nips man cave, because everything in the room was donned with a LA lakers logo.
"Oh, hey, Lil' Sam! What are you doing in here?" Nip never allowed anyone in this room especially when he wasn't home.
"Don't ask me" he said never taking his attention away from the video game he was playing on nips game system.
"Did you have a good day in school today?" I asked.
"Nope."
"Did you go to school today?"
"Yep."
"Well what are you doing here?" I asked taking my hand off the door handle.
"Minding my own business!" He said never looking my way.
'Well excuse the fuck out of me'
"Okay, well I'll leave you to that." I told him and quickly departed the room.
Lil Sam was just as rude as he was the first time I met him at MJ's birthday party but I haven't seen him or his little sister jada, since we all went to Six flags when Emani was here visiting for spring break.
I wanted to tell him that he was too young to walk around with such a huge chip on his shoulder but I kind of felt sorry for him.
Sam rarely spends time with his kids since he's always working but that's all he knows, I don't think he knows how to be a father.
I know first hand how it feels to not have your father be with you as well as how it will have an effect on your childhood, but that still doesn't give him a pass to disrespect his elders.
I stepped out of my four inch heels while preparing myself for a shower. Suddenly, I noticed there was a ring sitting on the night stand on the side of the bed that I slept on that captured my attention.
"Oh my god!" I said aloud.
I felt myself becoming nervous and wondered if this was nips surprise. I had to sit down. "Oh my god!" I repeated.
I looked at myself in the dresser mirror in disbelief, then down at the ring, and then back at myself in the mirror.
"Is this a proposal... it's got to be, look at the cut on this ring....but where is the ring box? But then again... who cares...oh my god, look at this ring... it has to be at least....shit, I don't know but it's a lot...oh my god, I can't believe this is finally happening. I'm getting married!"
In the midst of the internal conversation I was having in my mind with myself I had slipped the ring on my finger.
The fit was a little tight but that was an easy fix. Now this is definitely apart of my blueprint.
"What the hell you doing?" Lil Sam asked.
"Umm excuse me?" I frowned.
"What you doing?" He asked.
"Taking a shower, you need something out here?" He furrowed his eyebrows and gave a devilish smirk.
"Don't you got your own house?" He asked walking in the room.
"Yea but I stay here sometimes." He took a piece of candy out his pocket.
"How often?" He asked throwing the candy in his mouth.
"Why?" I asked frowning.
"Just asking." He shrugged about to walk out.
"Wait!..." he turned around.
"What?"
"Why'd you ask?"
"Eh— no reason. If you don't know, I won't tell..." he used his index and thumb finger to zip his lips and act like he threw the key.
"What are you talking about?" He mugged.
"What are you talking about?" He mocked me chuckling.
"Look behind you, that ain't your jacket is it? It might be but what do I know?" He laughed silently walking off.
I turned to look at the jacket.
