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Trinity was so fuckin’ toxic, yo. She went to the doctor the other day to check up on the baby, and she sent the ultrasound pictures to my phone. On one picture, the baby was smiling, and it had a dimple in its left cheek, just like I had. She thought that one picture confirmed that I was the father, but I needed to see more, like results from a test type of more. Trinity swore on her life that she wasn’t messing around with no other man and that I was the only person she had been with. I mean, on the one hand, it wasn’t hard to believe because Trinity wasn’t out there like that, but the only women I trusted were Twinkle and my mama. Any other woman, their word would not be good enough for me, and I would need solid facts.
I wouldn’t say that I was going around dogging Trinity out because it was still up in the air if she was pregnant with my child. If the baby was mine, I didn’t need her telling me for the rest of my life how I treated her like shit during her pregnancy. Yeah, I was sending her money, but that was only so she could get things for the baby. Trinity told me she didn’t want to have a baby shower because it was embarrassing when a woman had a baby shower, and the father didn’t show up. I wish she would have had that same energy today for this gender reveal that she had planned, knowing I wasn’t coming. My phone right now was filled with so many threats and shit from her ass. She was mainly letting me know that she would take screenshots of the Cash App deposits I had been sending to her, and she would show it to Twinkle on her Instagram.
I couldn’t blame nobody but myself. Once Twinkle discovered that I was giving Trinity money, I knew it would be World War III with her ass. That would basically be her way of confirming that the baby was mine. Twinkle knew me well enough to know that I would not be passing no money around like that, no matter how much money I had. To tell you the truth, I ain’t even know where Twinkle and I stood. Ever since that miscarriage, she acted like she hated a nigga. When I fucked up in the past, she eventually came around, but this time, she was done with a nigga for good. She and Dream were back living in the townhouse, but she had changed the locks. I ain’t even try to fight her on that shit because I knew why she changed the locks. She was basically just preparing herself to shut a nigga out if that baby was mine.
As annoyed as I was with Twinkle for just ignoring me, I had to admit that she looked good tonight. The last couple of times I saw her, she was rocking her natural hair, but tonight, she was back to wearing her weaves, and not even on no sweet shit, but this one looked good as fuck on her. Twinkle had that caramel-colored skin, and she wore a burgundy wig that went down to her ass. She wore a black jumpsuit that she was squeezed into, making her ass look so fuckin’ phat. She smelled good, her walk was good, with her hips just swaying with each step she took, and it fucked me up because she didn’t even look the least bit interested in being in my presence. I wanted to grab her up and kiss on her, but I knew she didn’t want a nigga touching her.
“My phone works just fine. You’re blocked! You will forever be blocked from my phone and my life! I know you like to be slick and call from different numbers, so the second you start that shit, I will change my phone number! It took me losing your baby for me to find my worth. I’m done with you, Monterius. Go and be with the bitch that’s carrying your baby and be a family with her. I don’t even see how you have the balls to spark up a conversation with me. There isn’t shit that you and I need to talk about!” she snapped as she made it to her car.
I was right on her ass, so when she tried to open the car door, I pushed it closed. I blocked her in, putting both of my hands on the side of the car. I hadn’t been this close to her in forever, so I just wanted to soak up this little time before she pushed my ass back.
“What I got to do to get you to stop hating me? Damn. I just want to come home. I want to be around you and Dream,” I told her, and she sucked her teeth.
“When you were out fuckin’ bitches, you weren’t thinking about Dream and me! Monterius, do not ask me to forgive you for some shit that you know if the roles were reversed, you would have killed me! If I had gotten pregnant, and it was up in the air on whether the baby was yours or the next nigga’s, you wouldn’t have even given me time for the baby to be born, so I could get the results. You would have killed me, and you know it!
“I done put up with cheating, nights of you not coming home, you hustling, and me wanting you to stop for the past year. Having a baby on me is some shit I will not accept. I don’t give a fuck if we were on a break when you fucked that bitch! That excuse isn’t fuckin’ justifiable because how often did we break up to fuckin’ make up? It’s one thing to fuck a bitch with a condom, but to raw these bitches down with the same dick that goes inside me… that goes inside my mouth, nah, I just can’t. I deserve so much fuckin’ better, and I’m done with you,” she let me know.
I heard the pain and the anger in her voice as she talked.
“So, what you saying? You saying that you about to move on and get you another nigga?” I questioned her.
She turned around and faced me.
“Out of everything that I just said, the only thing you took from this is me getting another nigga? Even if I do, I have every rig
ht to move the fuck on and find happiness. You don’t make me happy anymore, Monterius. I swear, all you do is bring me pain,” she said, and then her voice cracked.
“Twink, I get that I done fucked up, but when the fuck do you address the fact that you killed my first baby? You putting everything on me. What about the shit you did too?” I asked.
“I apologized for that already, nigga! I talk to God about that on a daily, and I’m still apologizing for it. I was wrong for doing that. What I’m not about to do is stand up here and point fingers on who hurt each other the worst. I just don’t want to be with you. The jokes and shit about the baby you had on me have already begun. Not that it matters what people say about me, but my life isn’t about to be some shit that’s entertaining for other people. I wish you only the best, but you and I will never happen again,” she told me.
I nodded, not believing that shit was really about to end like this.
“A nigga makes one fuck up, and you leave me like it’s nothing. You crucifying me over some shit that happened six months ago! I fucked that bitch six months ago, Twinkle!” I barked.
“Nigga, I don’t give a fuck if it was six years ago! You still fucked that bitch, and a baby is on the way. Move! Just leave me the fuck alone!” she screamed, sticking her arm out to push me back, so she could further open the driver's side door.
“Aight, well, let me come over to the house and get all my shit then. When you have them niggas over there at my house, I don’t need you trying to let them bum ass niggas wear my shit. You better hope like a motha fucka that I don’t ever pop up over there, and you got a nigga in my shit! I’ll kill his ass! You too!” I spat, and she laughed.
“Monterius, that lease is up in two more months. I’ve already started looking at other properties. Best believe that when I move, you won’t know where the fuck to find me, and I can have a nigga all in my shit because it’ll be my shit! Get the fuck from around me because you’re going to get your feelings hurt,” she said and went for the car again, but I pulled her arm.
“Hurt my feelings, how? You fuckin’ somebody, Twinkle?” I wanted to know. A nigga could do the most fucked up shit in the world to his girl, but I swear the second a woman gets her some get back, us niggas don’t know how to handle that shit.
I knew the type of woman that Twinkle was. She would easily be any nigga’s number one pick, so ultimately, I didn’t want to see her with the next man. I couldn’t act like she didn’t have every right to move on because she did. I put this woman through years of pain, and if she wanted to branch off and find her some happiness, then she had every right to do that. However, I loved her ass way too much for her to just run off and be with the next nigga. When I saw my life five years from now, I saw myself with Twinkle.
“No, I’m not, but when I am, I’ll make sure that you’re the first person to know! Now, can you please just leave me the hell alone and let me go? What you’re doing right now is not making me want to forgive you for your actions. In fact, it’s really making me hate you even more because where was this fight in you when you and I were together? Where was all this chasing behind me when I would be damn near begging you to bring your ass home?” she asked.
I didn’t answer her because I just felt like it wasn’t shit else that I could say.
“My point exactly! Move!” she spat, and this time, I backed away, so she could get in her ride.
I watched her through her tints as she put on her seatbelt, and in less than five seconds, she pulled her car out of the parking lot. I was fucked up big time because I knew that she was really done with a nigga this time. Back then, I always had a way of doing some romantic shit to get Twinkle back, but she had this fire in her eyes tonight. I wouldn’t even be surprised if shorty ain’t even love a nigga anymore.
I stayed in the lot for about five more minutes after she left, trying to figure out whether I wanted to just head out or go inside and be around some family and friends. I knew I had some of my niggas in attendance because they all hit me earlier today, letting me know that they were sliding to the party. I’m telling you, Grandma was a grandma to all the niggas, so you would have thought this was a hood party, the way all the niggas were letting me know that they would be in attendance tonight.
I made it inside, and the DJ was blasting some old school music. I laughed when I saw Twinkle’s grandmother on the dance floor with all her old ass homegirls as they danced and shit. The smile on her face was priceless, man. Without a doubt, she was having the time of her life. I pulled out the Hallmark envelope from my back pocket, which housed a 60 G check for the old lady. She deserved it plus more. As a little nigga, I would sleep over her house sometimes, and she always made sure a nigga had something to eat, and she treated me like I was blood, so I would look out for her. I made it to the dance floor, holding the card in my hands, as I danced up behind her.
She saw it was me, and she smiled then pulled me in for a hug.
