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Her brows wrinkled and nostrils flared as she frowned. With a huff, she turned and stormed away. Mecca closed the door behind her, and we stood there for a while, avoiding each other’s eyes.
Mentally, I was able to tell myself his time with Hosanna happened before me.
Emotionally, I was hurt. I wanted to still be the first woman to give him the children he desired.
“I think we should probably take a break until you get this sorted out,” I told him.
He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he stepped directly in front of me, but I couldn’t face him.
“What?”
“I-I can’t watch you start a family with her, Mecca.”
“We don’t even know if she’s pregnant and the baby is mine, and you’re already about to run?”
“I don’t want to say or do something in the waiting hour that damages the progress we’ve made. I’m telling you right now that I don’t like her and feel like she’s going to try and start drama between us.”
“She can try all she wants but she won’t succeed. I know how to handle Hosanna.”
“Obviously,” I grumbled, trying to move away from him, but he gently pushed me into the wall and kept me from walking away.
“That wasn’t fair, baby.”
Sighing, I covered my face as my eyes watered. He lowered my hands and cupped my cheek, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“I just… think we need space so we both can process this. I think we need a break, bae.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Yes. No.”
“Mecca, I’m not asking you a multiple-choice question.”
“And you’re not breaking up with me either.”
“I didn’t say we should break up. I said we need a break.”
“It’s the same fucking thing, and you know it.”
I didn’t want our tempers to rise further, so I paused and squeezed away from him and the wall
“We need to take a break, Mecca. Until you know if this baby is yours or not.”
“What’s the point of a break? If you don’t want to be with me if the baby is mine, a break is just prolonging the inevitable.”
“Well… when you put it that way…”
“You’re not going to break up with me, Shalom. Now I understand needing space to process this, but that’s all you’re getting—space to process this. Go home, and I’ll call you in a couple of days.”
Done with the conversation, Mecca walked away. I dragged my feet to the garage. They didn’t want to leave as much as my heart didn’t, but I had to do what I felt was best. If Hosanna was pregnant with his baby, she was going to be on some bullshit, and I wasn’t one for the drama. It hurt to think we’d come back into each other’s lives just for things to end this quickly, this way, but this was beyond my control. I wouldn’t allow Hosanna to drive a wedge between us with this baby, nor would I put Mecca in a position to feel as if he had to choose. It was no secret he wanted a baby, a family, and I refused to ruin this for him.
* * *
My Man: She is pregnant.
I’d been staring at Mecca’s text on and off all morning, not sure how I wanted to respond. He’d stopped by her home before court this morning and she took a pregnancy test that was positive. I wasn’t surprised. Usually, things happened in this way—finding the perfect man and having to choose what you were willing to accept to be with him. I wasn’t sure if I was willing to accept a baby by another woman, even if the baby came before me.
