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"How the hell are you mad at me?!" Robyn yelled behind Maurice who didn't talk to her the whole car ride. He stopped in his tracks, turning to look at her. He was clearly mad and Robyn could see it all in his face, but he had no valid reason to be.
"You had 4 months, 4 months to figure this shit out. Now, It's impossible to get rid of it!" Robyn gave him a blank stare, trying to make sure she was hearing him correctly. Of course she had her thoughts about having a kid with Maurice, most of those being doubts. But never did she think to get rid of the baby if she did end up pregnant.
"I could've found out 2 weeks in and I still wouldn't have gotten rid of my child because you can't step up and put this shit behind you for 2 seconds and focus on me. Hell not even me, the child that I'm carrying that belongs to you!" Maurice ran his hand down his face, turning on his heels and starting upstairs. Robyn took a couple deep breaths in attempts to calm down, but nothing was working.
When the doctor told her she was 17 weeks pregnant, she was sure Maurice would probably have an outburst. In his head, kids were supposed to be out of the equation and stay out of the equation. Of course there was a possibility, but that didn't make him want them any more.
Robyn placed her purse down and took her shoes off, holding one heel in her hand just in case. She used her left hand to smooth out her hair as she started on her way upstairs. She could hear things falling and breaking, but it didn't faze her. She seen his outbursts too many times to feel scared or nervous to approach him.
Approaching the door, she could see a vase flying towards the far wall and shattering. Robyn crossed her arms and peeked her head in, making sure it was clear enough for her to walk in without something accidentally flying at her head.
"You're in here messing up your own bedroom because you struggle to pull out? You look fucking dumb." His back remained facing her, his knuckles going pale due to how hard he gripped the dresser in the room. Robyn looked around, seeing the remains of the broken vase along with a couple paintings knocked down.
If he was supposed to be mad at her, it was kind of idiotic to be trashing his own room in her opinion. But that was his problem, if he wanted to act stupid because he wanted to play like he was angry then that was his business.
The back of his ears were red and his veins popped out from the back of his neck. He was being extremely dramatic and all of this was very uncalled for. Yes, the news was a big deal. But everything he was doing would change nothing.
"Shut the fuck up talking to me, I'm not playing with you." Robyn tip toed around the broken glass, making sure she didn't cut up her foot. She didn't even feel like entertaining his childish tantrum, but at the end of the day she did feel really hurt.
"You bout to pop a blood vessel over something that's already done now. You plan on fucking up the whole bedroom and then what?" He said nothing, running his hand down the dresser to knock down a couple candles. Robyn bitterly chuckled to herself, he was a complete wreck.
"I said stop talking to me." His vicious tone could make anyone's skin go cold, but Robyn wasn't bothered by it at all. She glanced down at the watch that rested on her wrist, this was going on longer than she expected honestly.
"If you love me, if you trust me, and if you care about me the way you say you do, then what's the big deal? I understand your life isn't cut out for a baby and I get that, it may not be the best environment or whatever to bring a whole child into. But at the end of the day Maurice, we're both grown as hell. I have no problem listening to whatever it is you feel about this situation. But being ignorant, mean, and doing all this...it won't get us anywhere." Though Robyn was pissed at him, she felt it would be better to try and speak to him calmly and collective. Hoping her message would get across at least.
