Page 73 of I Heard It All Before

“We don’t have much money in the safe at the house,” Asha noted.

“We should have at least ten grand in there,” Randy said while looking over at her.

“It’s probably a little less than that now,” Asha replied.

“How? All the bills are paid up for the next two months. What other reason did you have to touch it?” Randy questioned.

“I had to buy a few things. I’m getting big as a house, just in case you didn’t notice,” Asha said while rubbing her tiny four-month pregnant belly.

She had entered her fourth month the day before and she could barely fit any of her clothes anymore.

“A nigga was in jail and you were out here shopping!” Randy barked.

“You better lower your fucking voice nigga. You must have me confused with the next bitch,” Asha said.

“Where’s the paternity test? I’m sure you should have gotten the results by now,” he replied.

Asha reached into her purse as she drove and pulled out an opened envelope. She handed it to Randy and watched as he opened it and read the results.

“Wow. So, you used my money to buy maternity clothes for a baby that ain’t even mine. Why didn’t you call that nigga to ask for some money?” Randy questioned.

“I went shopping before I knew what the results were. But, no worries, I won’t be needing your money for anything that pertains to my baby ever again. That’s Cam’s job now,” Asha said with a triumphant smile.

Asha and her mother jumped for joy when the test results came back naming Cam as the father. He’d finally unblocked Asha’s number and agreed to begin accompanying her to her doctor’s appointment. Asha was happy to be giving him his first child and she knew without a doubt that she and Cam were gonna be back together. Their baby was going to be the thing that reunited them.

“Take me to my shop. I need to make a few calls,” Randy said, seemingly angry.

Asha knew that he was pissed about the baby’s paternity, but she didn’t give a damn.

“You sure you don’t wanna make a trip to the barber shop first? You can use a cut and trim,” Asha pointed out.

“Man, fuck a cut and trim. My freedom is on the line and you act like you don’t even care,” Randy argued.

“You act like there’s something that I can do about it.”

“All this shit is your fault anyway. You were the one who insisted on me dealing with that nigga Lo in the first place. I don’t blame Cam for not doing that shit no more,” Randy fumed.

“Nigga, I didn’t put no gun to your damn head. You didn’t have to do nothing that you didn’t want to do. Don’t fault me because shit didn’t work out like you wanted it to,” Asha replied.

“You can’t be serious right now. You were on my back for months about that shit. You weren’t saying all that when you were decorating the condo that you wanted and doing all that shopping. That nigga Cam was right. Your ass is selfish as fuck!” Randy yelled.

“Fuck you and fuck Camden. I was straight before I met y’all and I’ll be straight afterwards,” Asha replied as she rubbed her stomach for emphasis.

Her unborn child was her meal ticket, so she was good for a while. She was a bad bitch and it wouldn’t be hard for her to find another sponsor. Asha pulled up to Randy’s shop and couldn’t wait for his whining ass to get out of her car. What she ever saw in him remained a mystery to her.

“I’m happy to know how you really feel about a nigga. And you might want to make some other living arrangements. All my money is going on attorney’s fees and I can’t afford to pay no rent,” Randy said before he got out of the car and slammed her door.

“Fuck boy,” Asha said as she pulled off and drove away.

She didn’t care about Randy being in his feelings and she didn’t give a damn about him giving up the condo. Cam would just have to find her and their baby somewhere else to live, even if it was at the home that he’d inherited from his father. He still had the apartment that he and Asha once shared, so she would be satisfied living there too. Randy thought he was hurting her, but he was doing her a favor.

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