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When I got into the apartment, I noticed that it was quiet. I didn’t see Jemar’s car outside, and I did try to call him before I just showed up. I honestly didn’t want to see him because I wasn’t sure where his head was or how he would react to seeing me pack up and leave him. Would he care? Would he stop me? Would he be concerned about his child? Probably not. Ever since I left, he didn’t call once, and that also played a part in my decision.
“Jemar?” I said as I walked in. Nobody responded. I was surprised to not see any of his friends; however, the place was a mess. The trash can was overfilled with trash, sink overplied with dishes, empty red solo cups were all around, clothes scattered on the floor, and contents of weed crumbs were on the coffee table. It seemed like there was a party here at some point. I just wanted to hurry up and get up out of here. And once I leave, I don’t have any plans on returning. I don’t know if Jemar is going to be in our daughter’s life, and I don’t care. She needs a reliable, loving, and protecting father figure.
I made my way to the second bedroom to grab some baby stuff. Keisha was so kind as to donate her baby’s gifts to me, and all of it was gender-neutral. My baby girl was going to be set. Besides the stuff Keisha gave me, Chianne and my dad have been spoiling her already. Chianne was always ordering stuff and shipping it to my dad’s house. And my dad was already stocking the house up with diapers. I never knew babies needed so many pampers. Anywho, I started to bring some stuff to the front so my dad could take them to the car whenever he came up. As I was assorting the things I wanted to take from what I was leaving, I saw an area on the floor that looked to be coming up. Curiosity was getting the best of me, so I quietly walked over and kneeled down. I picked up the floorboard, and my eyes instantly got wide. There a large quantity of white power wrapped in saran plastic, weed, and cash. CASH! I wasn’t really desperate for it since my dad took care of my basic needs, but this money would help me get on my feet faster after I give birth. However, I’m not sure if Jemar would notice or if he would assume it was me. I’m not afraid of Jemar, but I know he didn’t get this on his own, and I don’t want no problems with whoever owns this stuff. I wanted to look out for my daughter’s future, but this doesn’t seem worth it.
“Get your ass up and clean up or something.” I heard someone say as I walked through the hallway to take more stuff to the living room. I slowed down when I came close to Jemar’s bedroom door that was closed. I put my ear up to the door and just listened.
“I’m not your baby mama!” I heard a female say and instantly rolled my eyes.
“Why you always bringing that bitch up? You jealous or something?” Jemar said. I could picture the smirk on his face.
“Fuck I gotta be jealous of that bitch for?”
“You seem to be bothered that she was living here.”
“Please. She was only living here because I turned down your offer to stay here first. If I would’ve said yes, her and your bastard would’ve been on the streets. You’re wasn't dumb enough to have us both living under the same roof.”
“It’s not like I didn’t have space.” He laughed.
“Me and you in here while she and that baby in the little ass room. You would’ve had them in the room with your work and cash?”
“Fuck, no! I don’t trust that bitch. Never did. I still feel like she trapped my ass. Who gets pregnant off their first time fucking?” He scoffed. Honestly, if my heart wasn’t already broken, it damn sure would've broke this very moment. I know Jemar wasn’t feeling me being pregnant, but it sounded as if he hated my child and me. A child he helped create and make. I told him I wasn’t on birth control, but he insisted we were okay because his pull out game was strong. How could he think that I would trap him? I didn’t know anything about his lifestyle when we first started dating. I honestly didn’t care because I wasn’t with him for his money. I genuinely liked him before I knew how much of an asshole he was. And if he felt like that why did he stay around? He could’ve walked away when I first told him. He could’ve ghosted me and continued on with his life. Hell, even when I left and stayed with Chianne, he came over to make up with me. I
