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"It's something bigger than that or I wouldn't have brought her here with me," she said, sitting next to me. "I really think you need to hear her out and listen to what she has to tell you. It's important."
Kayla appeared in the doorway, knocking on the frame to get our attention. "Mama Chelle, mind if I talk to him for a bit?"
My mother gave me an apologetic smile and stood as Kayla walked in and took her seat on the bed. When my mother closed the door behind her, Kayla was all over me, her hands moving frantically over my body as her lips assaulted mine.
I pushed her away and wiped my mouth. "You need to chill out," I ground out. "If you want to talk, talk. If not, I'm out of here."
She stared at me for a long while, sadness filling her eyes. "Shea, I made a mistake, okay? Maybe I was scared, I don't know. I wasn't expecting you to do that in front of so many people and—"
"What the hell are you talking about, Kayla? What, did you want me to propose to you in our bedroom where no one would see? Were you ashamed of the possibility of being engaged to the mechanic and not some CEO of some big Fortune 500 company or some shit? Is that it?"
She sighed. "I didn't know what I wanted. But I do know that I don't want to live without you. Whether you want to be a mechanic or a janitor or whatever, I just want to be with you," she said, taking my hand into hers. I shook my head and pulled away from her again.
"It doesn't work like that, Kayla. The world doesn’t stop and start at the snap of your fingers. Even if I somehow ended up with you again, there's no way in hell I'd be dumb enough to propose to you again."
"What do you want me to do to prove to you that I've changed?" she asked, tears glistening in her eyes. Even if she'd changed as she claimed, the wounds were too deep. She'd spurred insecurities that I wasn't sure would ever go away if I stay with her. Who was to say her family wouldn't get in her head and try to convince her that she deserved better than me? I'd be forced to walk away yet again, only this time I'd be walking away in shame as people chide me for being crazy enough to take her back.
"I don't want you to do anything, Kayla. You're five months too late for all that."
"How am I too late? I've been trying to get you back since you left! If you remember, you'd left without a word before I even got home. You didn't even give me the chance to process things so we could talk—"
"Fucking talk about what?" I bellowed, noticing she flinched at my tone. "You were the fucking one who told me it was goodbye at the end of our conversation. What the hell is there to talk about after goodbye? Do you have selective memory of what happened that day? Because I can remind you of all the fucked up shit you said that day."
She quickly brushed away a few tears. "Look, I said I was wrong about what happened. I'll admit that I let my father get to me, but I've been so miserable without you. Besides, we have to think of something else other than ourselves."
"Can you quit talking in riddles? What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, unable to contain my irritation.
She looked up at me, tears brimming her eyes. "Shea, I'm pregnant."
I looked at her with a raised brow, my eyes dropping to her stomach. She didn’t look as if she’d be five or six months pregnant, which would’ve been how far along she was had she been pregnant with my baby. I fought the urge to smirk at her. Apparently this woman thought I was born yesterday.
"What?" I asked, feigning ignorance and confusion. "Are you sure about that?"
"Yes. I'd been trying to tell you when I asked you to call me and—"
"Please," I interrupted, holding my hand up to her. She stopped talking as I put my head in my hands. This woman had truly stooped to a new low. Kayla and I had talked about having kids many times in our relationship, but her slightly vain ways made her shoot down the idea. She always said she wasn't in the right place in her career at the modeling agency she owned to throw her body away by having a baby, saying that I should settle for having a surrogate or adopting a kid. I'd refused those options. I wanted to be able to rub my woman's growing belly, knowing that my child was inside of her. I'd pictured being by her side and witnessing her bring our bundle of love into the world. I couldn't wait to look into the beautiful eyes of our son or daughter and marvel at the fact that our love had created them.
But she shot all those dreams away with rejection after rejection, simply telling me that now wasn't the right time. Now she was claiming to be pregnant and we weren't even on good terms. I almost wished that I'd stayed at work had I known this bullshit waited at home for me.
"Please say something," she murmured, breaking into my thoughts.
I frowned as I looked at her. "What do you want me to say, Kayla?"
"I don't know, something. Do you want me to get rid of it?" she asked, her voice small.
I sighed deeply and ran a hand over my face. “I wouldn’t tell you to do that, Kayla. It’s your body, so it’s your decision," I muttered. She looked at me with wide eyes.
"What does that mean? You're not going to be a part of their life if I decide to keep it?"
I rolled my eyes. Could she fucking be any more dramatic? "Of course I would, Kayla, but that doesn't require me to be with you if that's what you're implying. Our relationship is gone, dead, over. I'm only looking forward, not backwards," I stated.
"What, are you dating your so-called 'roommate' now?" she spat, using air quotations.
I glared at her. "No, but even if I was, it would be none of your business."
"It's my business if I have to deal with my child being around her," she retorted. I chuckled and shook my head.
“I’m sorry to break it to you, doll face, but the world doesn't revolve around you. I learned that the moment I woke up from the bullshit hallucination I was in while I was with you," I muttered.
