Page 36 of Chrome

“I’m fine, Mel. I think it’s a bug which is why I’m going to the doctor for some kind of antibiotics or something. Get dressed. I’ll be ready soon.”

“Are you sure it’s a bug?” she questioned.

“That’s all it can be. Get dressed, Mel.”

Nodding, she backed away leaving me alone. I grabbed the towel off the wall and wrapped up. I then went to the sink and brushed my teeth once more. Once I was done, I struggled to get dressed. I felt as light as a fuckin’ feather. Nothing about this bug was giving me a break. I felt like I was in a fight for my fuckin’ life.

The two-piece was on, my skin was moisturized, and even with me being so sick, I still had a glow. I hit my neck, wrist, and knees with a few pumps of perfume before putting on my jewelry. I kept my look basic. So basic I wore some darn slides with my fit instead of heels. I just wasn’t in the mood.

After grabbing my purse, phone, and keys, I made my way back downstairs. Mel sat on the couch watching television and texting on her phone. All I needed was a bottle of water from the kitchen and we could head out. I snagged a Fiji water from the pantry, checked the stove to make sure it was off, and headed for the door.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go.”

Mel followed me out the door, and I quickly locked up. We filed in the car and was off. Eastlake was still new to us. She might’ve known the streets better than me at this point. She was always with Chrome’s sister, Harli. I was starting to like their little friendship. She was a good influence on Mel, and she was always smiling. That let me know she had an easy and unproblematic life.

My doctor’s office was across town, so it took us approximately thirty minutes to get through traffic. I was glad Ileft on time because I only had a few minutes to spare to check in. I found a space and parked.

“You coming in?” I asked Mel.

“Uhm, do you want me to?”

“You can. It’s not like I got something contagious. Just come on,” I said climbing out.

We entered the building with a semi full lobby. Mel went and found a seat while I spoke with the receptionist. I got checked in and was informed it’ll be a few minutes. When I took a seat next to Mel, she leaned over and said, “That girl has been staring at you since we walked through the door.”

I looked in the direction she gestured and sure enough, the bitch’s focus was on no one but me. I sat composed thinking on where I knew her from. Since I’d been here, I been nowhere but the shop and home. We did the club scene once, but I didn’t run into no female there. This bitch was staring me down like I was sitting on a dick that belonged to her or something.

“Can we help you?” Mel spoke up with attitude.

“Nah, I’m just trying to figure out why my nigga fuckin’ with yo’ old ass mama, that’s all,” she replied.

My brows dipped and lip turned up. “Excuse me?”

“You heard what the fuck I said. This baby belongs to Chrome,” she said placing her hand on her stomach.

I couldn’t lie, that was a blow I wasn’t expecting. I didn’t know whether I wanted to believe her or not because her stomach was as flat as a damn washboard. So many thoughts flooded my brain as I gave her a once over. She was pretty enough to be on his arm, so I didn’t scrap the thought that her and Chrome had dealings before. However, my curiosity lied with how involved they were now.

“Congratulations. I wish you the best, sweetie,” I lied. My attachment to Chrome was more than just sex. My little feelingswere involved, and I refused to go through another heartbreak so soon.

“Stop acting like you ain’t bothered, bitch. I see it all over yo’ face. What? You thought just ‘cause he fucked you, you was the chosen one? Nah bitch. He wonders from time to time, but he always comes back,” she said with a smirk on her lips.

“That’s good to know. He loves it here though, so I hope he makes it back this time around. I mean, that nigga can’t stay away from my old ass. Unless, telling me he loves me is something he tells women on the regular…”

“What? He told you he loved you?” she asked with glossy eyes.Oouu, that’s a nerve struck, ain’t it?“Chrome ain’t the loving kind.”

“Kosha Jordan!” My name was yelled by the nurse bringing our conversation to an end.

“To you. Have a good day, boo,” I said winking and standing. Mel was right behind me.

I hope she took notes. Real women handled shit in a classy manner. I could’ve got rowdy with the bitch and the tussle would’ve gone down in two point five seconds. However, whooping her ass wouldn’t change the fact that her and Chrome dealt with each other. All I could trust was his words and actions.

We followed the nurse to a room in the back after my weight was taken. I took a seat on the table while Mel took the chair. I knew she had her list of twenty-one questions ready to go but she remained silent while the nurse did the basics: my blood pressure and all that was taken within minutes with her finally asking me my reason for the visit.

“Ms. Jordan, it says you’re here for a virus you might have caught. Has anything changed since you scheduled the appointment?”

“No, I’m still vomiting any and everything. Nothing will stay down, and I feel like I’m losing weight because of it,” I answered.

“Okay. Well, first things first, are you pregnant?”

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