“You have a visitor.” She said while rolling her eyes and walking away. I walked to the door and understood her attitude instantly.
“What?” I said to Jemar as he stood on the other side of the screen door.
“Can we talk for a minute?” He asked.
“Talk.”
“Without the screen door in between us.” I rolled my eyes then grabbed my coat that was nearby. I closed the front door behind me and stood on the steps while Jemar stood in front of me.
“I tried calling you.” He said.
“My mother had my phone cut off,” I said dryly.
“Damn.”
“You could’ve called Chianne’s phone,” I stated matter of factly.
“I didn’t think about that.” He lied. And I knew it was a lie because any other time he couldn’t reach me, he had no problem calling Chianne.
“Well, what’s up? It’s cold out here.” I said while rubbing my hands together.
“Fuck it then. I came over here to apologize for being gone longer than expected. I know you were probably down about spending the day without your family, so I figured I would come home and surprise you, but you were gone. I figured you had to be over Chianne’s, so I came straight here. But I guess you are still pissed and are over this shit, so I won’t hold you. I just ask that you keep me updated with the baby’s health and if y’all need anything.” He said then started walking towards his car, a new car at that. It was a white 2015 BMW 335i xDrive Sedan. Now I didn’t know much about the drug game, but that seemed like a car worth above his little weed business pay rate. I probably should have questioned him more about that, but that wasn’t my focus.
“That’s it? You come over here after days of being missing, and you’re mad because I’m mad that this is my first seeing you? You didn’t explain why I haven’t seen you, but you’re ready to throw in the towel already? I hate to say that my mother is right, but she hit it right on the head about you. One little problem that you created and you are ready to throw us away and dead your responsibilities. Whatever, I don’t need you. Me and mine will be good. So go back to wherever you’ve been, and do you!” I said, then headed up the step to go back into the house. However, I felt my arm being yanked back.
“Don’t fucking walk away from me!” Jemar yelled at me once I was facing him. I grabbed my arm and immediately rubbed it because it was so sore from being pulled so sudden.
“Ouch. That hurt!” I screamed and pushed him.
“I’m sorry. It’s just I don’t like when people walk away from me. My mother walked away from me…” He shared, and I already knew where this was going.
“I wasn’t trying to...I didn’t mean to. I was just over this conversation, and I’m cold.”
“Can we just go home and talk?”
“Home? I thought you just broke up with me.”
“I was just pissed, baby. I’m sorry. I just want to spend the rest of this day with my girl and baby.” He said, putting his hand on my stomach. I probably should have told him no and asked for a break, but I let my heart lead instead of my mind.
“Okay.” I sighed. I told him I needed to grab my belongings and say bye to Chianne.
“You good?” Chianne asked as soon as I walked in. She was sitting on the couch with the tv on mute.
“Yeah. I’m going back to his crib to talk. I’ll call you whenever I get a chance. Thanks for everything.” I said as I walked over to hug her. I quickly walked to her room and grabbed my overnight bag.
“Things are not always as they seem; the first appearance deceives many.” She quoted from Phaedrus. She was always citing ancient people.
“I’m good, Chi. Trust me.” I said as I hugged her.
∞∞∞
“I’ll get your bag, bae,” Jemar said as he pulled up in front of the apartment building. I just smiled and took a minute to admire his car. It was nice and smelled new. I needed to hurry up and get my license because I couldn’t depend on him taking me around or getting on the bus once my baby was here.
“You like it?” He asked after he turned the car off.
“Yes, it’s nice.”
“I got it for us. It’s enough for a baby’s car seat in the back.” He said. I smiled because, for the first-ever, he was thinking about our child without being told to do so.
“That’s good, Jemar,” I said, then reached for the handle, but stopped immediately because my arm was still sore. “Ouch,” I said as I rubbed my arm.
“I’m so sorry about that, baby. I didn’t mean to grab you that hard, I was just trying to stop you from going in the house. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s fine. I just need to put some ice on it or soak in a nice warm bath with Epsom salt.”
“I’ll make the bath for you once we get in.”
“The tub probably needs to be cleaned first,” I said.
“I’ll clean it.” He said then started to
