“Here.” He said as he handed me the mug. I took a sip and instantly started to feel better.
“Still your favorite?”
“Yes,” I said as I took a sip of the peppermint tea.
“So, are you ready to finally talk to your father?” He said.
“Yes, daddy,” I said as a single tear fell down my face.
June
2016
20. Wayne
I woke up with a terrible headache, and my stomach feeling queasy. I honestly can’t remember what happened after I gave Aniyah back the kids. I enjoyed the weekend with them, using my time with them to distract my anger towards Mikayla. She didn’t really blow up my phone like I expected her to, and I was happy that she was giving me my space. I can’t lie even though I was beyond pissed with her, I still had a little love for her to at least hear her out. And I wasn’t even furious about her pregnant, hell that was nothing compared to her admitting that she was younger than she what lead on. That shit still bothered me, and I don’t know if I can forgive her about that. Or maybe I can. I mean, we can’t be together, but we can be cool at least until she's eighteen and older.
“Morning.” I heard a female voice say next to me.
“Morning,” I said as I got up slowly and planted my feet on the floor. I remember a little from last night, like how I wanted to be alone and got a room at a hotel. I definitely stopped at the liquor store to buy a couple of bottles. That’s how stressful I was because drinking is not really me, but I needed something on top of the weed to help with my feelings.
“What time is it?” The female asked as she rubbed my back. Her voice sounded so familiar, but I couldn’t put a face to it because my head was banging. I don’t think I’ll be drinking again.
“It’s 10:05 am,” I said when I picked my phone up off the nightstand. I got up slowly because I needed to piss, badly. I grabbed my head and made my way to the bathroom. Once I made my way to the toilet, I noticed that I was butt ass naked. I figured I probably called some chick up that I messed with over these past few months for some company. I hope I used a condom because I don’t remember getting up in the middle of the night to flush one. Please, God, I hope I strapped up. I won’t ever do this ever again.
After washing my hands, I went back into the room and damn near passed out. I now knew why the voice sounded familiar and was regretting so much shit. I walked closer to the bed where the very naked brown skin body laid, with the white sheet barely covering anything.
“Aniyah?!” I screamed and regretted because my head was banging even more now.
“Fuck you yelling for?” She said as she placed her hands over her head. Shit! She had been drinking too! No telling what happened last night, and she is the last person I ever wanted to in this situation with.
“What are you doing here? How did you get here? Where are the kids?” I asked as I looked around the small room for any signs of our kids. I mean, I probably would’ve heard them by now since they were early birds.
“See, I told you. I knew you were going be on this bullshit when we finally sobered up. You called me over here late last night, saying you wanted some company. I asked if you were sure because it was random, and I know we haven’t been on the best of terms. You claimed that you were sure and missed me. I left the kids with my mother and met you over here. You were already faded by the time I got here, but drank some more because, why not? You said I could stay, and I said I could sleep on the floor, but you wanted me to sleep in the bed with you.”
“Did we fuck?” I asked, wanting to get to the important part.
“Yeah…” She said with her head down. She was guilty of something and lucky for her, I can’t remember shit, so I can’t accuse her of anything. I could’ve sworn I called this chick I met around the way named Naiya and not my baby mama ANIYAH. Fuck!
“Did we use protection?” I asked, rubbing my temples because I beyond frustrated.
“Yeah, because you were alert enough to tell me we weren’t fucking if you didn’t put one on.” She said as if she was offended—this bitch.
“Where is it?” I asked while throwing the covers off the bed to find it.
“After we finished, you got up to flush it down the toilet.” She answered as she calmly stayed sitting on the bed. She seemed to have all the damn answers. That was suspicious to me since we both were drinking. Aniyah was a lightweight when it came to drinking, so, oddly, she seemed a little more okay than me.
“I don’t trust you,” I said, then grabbed my underwear and jeans off the floor. I started dressing while she stayed on the bed, looking all peaceful and shit.
“I know you don’t, and I understand that. I hurt you, but we talked last night, and you said there was a chance you could forgive me.” She shared. I didn’t say anything, but finished dressing and left
