Page 33 of Heart Of A Goon II

Everyone stared at me confused. “Girl, I’m asking how you are… nothing more. The hell you got going on?”

“Since you done screamed it to the world…I’m pregnant,” I blurted, tired of keeping this secret, and pretending like the breakfast that was made every morning didn’t make me sick. “I let that man trap me willingly.”

Kobe gasped hard. “City girls down a thousand points, Zoya!”

“Kobe!” Syn pinched him.

“All I’m saying is we were supposed to be the single fine ones of the group. Rich Auntie and uncle, and you go and do this,” Kobe continued.

Despite the worry and the tiredness etched on her face, Stevie smiled. It was a genuine smile. I could tell she was so happy for me. “You stopped being scared and told him.”

“Yes.”

“It was the scariest thing in the world, right?”

I giggled while nodding my head. “I used to think law school was the scariest and hardest thing. Peeing on that stick has proven me wrong.”

“I’m so happy for the both of you. I’m excited to finally be an auntie. I’ll be the cool aunt. The one that hardly says no… unless it’s drugs.” Stevie clapped her hands, startling her son who was finally drifting off to sleep in my arms.

“Cause we know Goon’s family struggles with drugs,” Skyler muttered.

“Skyler!” Stevie shoved her cousin and stared at her in disbelief.

I looked at Skyler. “If we start tossing low blows, I can promise I won’t be the one that ends up crying.”

I warned her. If Skyler knew what was best for her, she would leave the conversation alone. Whenever I committed to matching energy, I took it to hell. I wanted you to hurt in the chest and think about the pain I caused months after the altercation. Taking things to hell was my favorite form of communication.

Kobe’s eyes widened and he quickly switched the subject. “You’ll be the rich auntie for sure, Stevie. Jet rich… has her own island rich.” He laughed and put his arms around me, kissing the side of my face. “I’m so happy for you and Goon, Zoya. We can still be the rich and fly auntie and uncle… we’ll just have a little crumb snatcher behind us.”

“Why my baby gotta be a crumb snatcher?”

Syn leaned forward to get a good look at me. “Is that the reason you were staring at me like I was stinking the other day?”

I laughed. “Yes. You had so much perfume on that it was making me sick. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, though.”

“So, that’s why you had a little stank attitude the other day, and took a second shower?” Kobe looked over at Syn, who had a sheepish smirk on her face.

“Yes. I thought I smelled. You know I use natural deodorant.”

I couldn’t help but to laugh, because I was fighting for my life with Syn the other day. Usually, I complimented her on her scents, but that day I was holding onto the chair like I was Edward, and she was Bella.

“Is it normal to be so sensitive with smells?” I questioned.

I was confused on if I had morning sickness or not. When I woke up in the morning, I wasn’t throwing up. Some days, I woke up and a scent that I had smelled a dozen times would instantly bother me.

Before Navy and Don’s engagement party, Goo had to change his shirt because the cologne he wore was making me sick. I expected him to be annoyed or protest, but he went and changed the shirt without a word. I mattered and it was important to him that he changed the shirt because the smell made me uncomfortable.

It was something that I was still getting used to. Not that I hadn’t been someone’s priority before. I’ve always been my brother’s priority. But in my romantic relationships, I had never been.

My problem in the past was that I had a bad habit of making the men in my life a priority. When it came for them to reciprocate, they never would. And because I thought I was worth less than that, I accepted whatever they gave me.

Gerald put me before others before we decided that we wanted to be together. Even when I pushed him away, he made me his priority. I could tell it would continue now that I was carrying his child.

“When I found out that I was pregnant, it was because I couldn’t take the smell of my mother’s tuna casserole. I loved her casserole but went to try some and it ended up all over the table,” Skyler said.

I guess she decided taking that trip to hell with me wasn’t worth it.

“The food or your vomit?” Kobe asked with disgust written all over his face. He was also too nosey, so he had to ask which one ended up on the table.