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Since he wanted to say hurtful shit, I was going to do the same thing.
“Yo, you better get the fuck out. Mahogany, I’m not even playing around with your ass right now. I swear to God I’m not!” he barked, giving me the nastiest look that he could muster up.
Jabari didn’t scare me at all. I only got out because we were outside of my job, and I wasn’t about to argue with him. I got out and I slammed that door so hard, trying to fuckin’ break it. Jabari shot out of the parking space, driving like he was running from the law. That was a man for you. Mad at me about a nigga whose dick I couldn’t even remember what the fuck it looked like anymore.
He had the nerve to sit up in that restaurant and say that I was insecure, when he’d just shown me signs of insecurity. I got the
whole respect thing, but why did it matter how many times I fucked Jeremy? That shit was so fuckin’ irrelevant.
The next day
“I gotta check on my store. You want to go and get something to eat first, or would you rather go straight there?” Jabari asked me.
The way he asked me the question was like he was annoyed with me. What happened yesterday was still fresh. Hell, we hadn’t even brought it up again because when picked me up yesterday from work, the whole ride back to the house, we didn’t say anything to each other. I wasn’t kissing Jabari’s ass because I didn’t do shit wrong. I didn’t tell Jeremy to come over and speak to me. He did all that shit on his own. Why would I apologize for my dealings with Jeremy when that shit was in the past? It would be foolish of me to do that.
When we got home yesterday, Jabari let me know that he was going to meet Miami at the gym. He came back home, showered, and he had the nerve to sleep in a different room. If you ask me, he was doing too much, but I’d already given him too much energy on this yesterday, so I wasn’t going to do the same thing today. Plus, I was nauseous as hell, and I had a headache out of this damn world.
It took us just a little over two hours to make it to Atlanta this morning. We sat in first class together, and the older lady who sat in front of us had on some loud ass perfume. Now, my head was killing me. I didn’t know if it was due to the flying and the turbulence that we experienced on the flight, but it had me feeling similar to the way that I used to feel in the very beginning of this pregnancy.
“I don’t want to do either. I want to go and lay down. I don’t feel good,” I let him know.
“Aight. Let me get the whip, and I’ll drop you off to my ole girl. I’ma let her know that we on the way,” he said.
We were walking out of baggage claim after he’d retrieved my luggage. Only I packed a suitcase because Jabari was able to put all his stuff in a duffle bag. I mean, we would just be there for a couple of days, but I was a woman who was going to always overpack. It took us about another twenty minutes for Jabari to pick up the Suburban that he’d rented.
Once inside the truck, I put my hoodie over my head and rested it on the window, closing my eyes, as the pounding continued, slowing killing me. That, mixed with the nausea that I was experiencing, was excruciating. This pregnancy was definitely kicking my ass, and it sucked because this was just the beginning.
“You want me to stop and get you something?” Jabari offered, but I shook my head.
Jabari’s mom stayed out in Buckhead, and it took us about an hour to get there from the airport. I sat up to fully see her home as we pulled in. It was beautiful and looked identical to a damn mansion. There was a circular driveway, which housed two cars. Seeing this beautiful home had me thinking for a second that I wouldn’t have minded moving to Georgia, but then again, you couldn’t pay me any amount of money to leave Miami. That was my city. It was all that I knew.
Jabari parked the car, and the two of us stepped out together. I lingered near him as he took our bags out of the backseat. It was almost eight in the morning, and all I wanted to do was curl up in a bed in one of these bedrooms and go to sleep. I had barely slept last night. All I could think about was the shit that went down at the restaurant mixed with Jabari not sleeping in the same bed as me, so it left me up with my thoughts, allowing me to toss and turn all damn night.
Truthfully, I didn’t like the way that this pregnancy was going. Hell, in the beginning, neither one of us even wanted the baby. Then, I changed my mind literally moments before I was going to have the abortion. Although I did see progress in Jabari, I still couldn’t help but feel like we were going at it far too often. I was pregnant; I was supposed to be happy and stress free. The happiest I’ve been throughout this entire pregnancy is when I found out that I was pregnant with a girl. On top of that, I was dealing with deeper shit, like not being in contact with my mom while I was carrying her first grandchild.
Shae’s grandmother was the lady in my life who was staying on top of me and making sure that I was taking care of myself and the baby instead of my own damn mom. Weeks ago, when Jabari and I found out that I was pregnant with our daughter, and he was hounding me in the car about contacting my mom to let her know that I was pregnant, I texted her over a picture of the ultrasound to let her know that she was going to be a grandma. No one knew that I’d done that. Not Jabari, not Jashae, no one. I guess the reason was that it was kind of embarrassing, especially since she didn’t respond.
Lowkey, I didn’t even know why I expected her to because, like I said, she and I weren’t as close anymore. That all started when I went off to college on a scholarship. Not sure if the distance in our relationship came down to jealousy, me having ill feelings about her lying to me about where my father was after all these years, or what. All I knew was that we both were good at pretending like the other was dead.
After Jabari got the bags from the back, we walked up the driveway, and in a few seconds, we were standing at the front door. He had a key to the house, so he used it to let us in. Inside the home was beautiful, looking like everything in there was bought from Z-Gallerie, which happened to be one of my favorite stores. I immediately picked up on the good taste that Jabari’s mother had. I fell in love with her living room, where the décor was royal blue and white. Entering the house, there were baby pictures and a photo of Jabari as a little boy that I’d never seen before.
“Awww. Baby look at this one,” I cooed and picked up one of the pictures.
It was a school picture of Jabari, and in the corner, it said fifth grade. He was so handsome that if I was carrying his son, I would hope that he would look exactly like this picture. Jabari had long braids on the picture, and he was smiling big, showing off both sets of teeth. He was wearing an old school Phat Farm outfit, and I lowkey wanted to steal the picture and put it in my purse because I was just that much in love with it.
“I was that nigga back then,” he boasted.
I playfully rolled my eyes as I set the picture back down.
“There goes my son! I thought you weren’t coming until later,” his mom said, coming around the corner from what I believed was the kitchen.
She looked more like Jabari’s sister as opposed to his mother. She was very pretty, and the pictures that Jabari had of her around the house did her no justice. She was tall, just like her son, and she was thick as hell. I’m talking, collard greens and cornbread type of thick. She wore a black set of silk pajamas with a cotton robe that was open. She had a Louis Vuitton scarf wrapped around her head, and just like her son, she had perfect, clear skin. She was an older, female version of Jabari because she looked just like him.
“I was, but Mahogany isn’t feeling good, so I’m dropping her off. I’ll be back later on, though,” he said.
She kissed her teeth while rolling her eyes, right before she looked down at my stomach and then at me.
“Girl, please! You must be one of those! You not even in the third trimester yet. What you mean you don’t feel good? Pregnancy don’t start kicking your ass until those last five weeks anyway. Honey, please don’t be like these new generation of pregnant women who complain their whole damn pregnancy. I worked my entire pregnancy with Jabari, and I did it on my own because his daddy wasn’t around. Consider yourself lucky because women like me didn’t have the luxury of having a good man support us through a time like this,” she said to me.
