Page 53 of He Thugged Me First

I laughed. “There’s a difference.” I wasn’t shocked that she didn’t share the same opinion on the matter as my sister.

“Have you spoken to him?”

I shook my head no. “I don’t feel it’s necessary. If I want closure, I’ll go talk to my therapist. She’ll give me something close.”

Autumn laughed. “Fucking true, but you don’t need that in your life. You need a grown man, not a boy who can’t keep it in his pants. I’m starting to believe it’s what you attract.”

I smiled. I loved my sister, but she and I didn’t have these types of conversations. One being because she had a different mindset. But then again we had different situations, so I couldn’t fault her for what she said. Unlike her, I had no attachment to Mazzier, but she had children to consider in every choice that she made.

“She understands. She was just happy to see you happy with someone other than that pink man.” Autumn must’ve been reading my thoughts when it came to my sister.

I laughed at Autumn’s reference to Chase and nodded my head. “You’re a mess.”

“Has he even called you?” she asked in reference to Chase.

“Actually no, the last time I saw him was in my office and he even got his things from security.” I shrugged.

“Good, no need for two men who can’t catch the hint.”

For the remainder of the night, I sat and chilled with Autumn. It reminded me of how little time I spent with her or my sister since I’d entangled myself with Mazzier. I missed our time. I just needed to get to me, not me and anyone. I needed to learn myself and get back to my center before I allowed another in. I don’t even think I had it in me to even risk the type of pain I was feeling ever again.

The most peaceful thing I had going on right now was lying back on my sofa with my little pooch at my feet asleep. This was me not missing hurricane Mazzier. Before I could finish my thought, my phone started going off. I glanced down and it was the hospital.Damn!

MECCA

Mentally I had to become comfortable with becoming a mother, it took me a minute, but the moment I got to this hospital the only thing I could think of was this baby. Even with Mazzier’s reassurance after the ultrasound, I still worried. I mean damn, was this what parenting was? Worrying about all the freaky things that could go wrong or harm that little extension of yourself. Mazz had left an hour ago to get Mel to sleep, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Kasair still hadn’t responded to any of my messages which naturally caused me to worry. I just wanted him here with me though, they wanted me to stay overnight just to make sure my baby was alright and my blood pressure returned to normal.

“Did I miss something, shorty?” his voice filled the room and immediately calmed me.

I glanced over toward the doorway and he was standing there looking me over. He had a look of concern on his face, but he masked it well. “Ya missed a lot. Where have you been?” I askedsitting up and glaring at him. That fast I was angry with him for having me worried about him.

He laughed and swaggered his fine ass over to the bed that I was sitting in. “Funny because I got your message that mentioned Mel was kidnapped, then Mazz’s voicemail that told me what you left out.” He mugged me back.

I know for sure Mazz didn’t tell him why I was here, because before he left he lectured me about it. It wasn’t like I didn’t plan on telling him, I was just afraid and I didn’t know how he’d take it. Even then I didn’t even think he wanted kids, he’d never mentioned it and neither had I.

“You biting that lip, what’s up Mecca?” He was now standing in front of me peering at me with an expression filled with concern. This time he wasn’t masking it.

“I fainted at Mel’s school, they said my blood pressure spiked dangerously. They said it happens to pregnant women in their first trimester, but?—”

“Peep game, you can’t just speed through it like that, Mecca.” He curled his top lip.

I was relieved to see the seriousness leave his expression.

“You’re pregnant?” he asked.

“If I was, how would you feel?”

“Doesn’t matter, so tell me Mecca.” He started at me before he leaned forward to push a stray curl from my face.

“I’m pregnant, but?—”

“No but Mec.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips into mine. “No but, just gimme this light.”

Once he pulled back and was just staring at me, I could see something I didn’t see at first. It was hidden by his concern for me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing for you to worry your head over.”

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