Page 84 of Absolute Fulfillment
I nodded, understanding what she was saying. “I get it. When I had my son, I wanted nothing more than to get my hair done and take care of myself.” I remembered when I had Adonis everything was so hard.
“Oh, so you have children?” She smiled.
“One and probably another.” I lifted the pharmacy bag and she immediately got what I was saying because she put her hands together and under her chin. That smile grew more. I didn’t know why I had just told a complete stranger my business. I just needed to tell somebody, at least, so my brain didn’t implode.
She clapped. “Ah! I don’t even know you, but I am so happy for you. Though not always planned, babies are God’s way of loving us a little more. After this little lady here, I’ll have four.”
Even pregnant I didn’t see four kids on her, but then again I wasn’t much looking. She was absolutely gorgeous, the type of girl you saw on Insta and told yourself didn’t look like that in real life, beautiful.
“I don’t mean to get in your business, but are you not happy about it?”
I wasn’t taken aback by her forwardness at all, if anything, I welcomed it. My anxiety needed to discuss this with someone, even if it was a complete stranger. “No, not unhappy. More so trying to process. My man wants a baby, and I feel like I do too, but my first pregnancy was traumatic. I just don’t want to find myself in that mindset again.”
“If you’re aware then, you know where your boundaries are. I don’t know you, but I see you. Sis, you got this, and I’m pretty sure you have a solid support system.”
“I do and I’m grateful for them.”
“Good. Let’s exchange numbers and do lunch sometime.”
I nodded and pulled my phone out just as she did the same. After exchanging numbers, we talked for a few minutes longer, her telling me she’d send me information for the school out here and programs. Once she left, I was back in the house. Kicking my shoes off, I moved to the kitchen, babbling with myself before I finally emptied the contents of the pharmacy bag onto the counter.
Before any more overthinking could cloud my brain, I snatched the damn test from the counter and rushed to the bathroom. This wasn’t my first time taking one of these, and nine times out of ten, messing with Rennix, it wouldn’t be my last. I had to rip the bandage off and just do it. So through my anxiety and overthinking, I pissed on the stick.
When I was finished, I cleaned up and set it on the counter. As soon as I exited the washroom, there was a knock at the door. I moved toward it, wondering who it could be seeing as how I wasn’t expecting anyone until later. I was doing Beyah’s hair for an event she had going on tonight. Plus she would have called had she been here.
When I reached the door, I saw two figures on the other side. I swung it open seconds later and was greeted by two men, obviously police, an older and a younger one. The older of the two was the one who spoke, nearly stepping forward, but I stood firm, not moving.
“Good afternoon Ms. We’re here on official police business. My name is Detective Juleus Coles and this is my partner detective Nathan McDaniel.”
“Okay.” I could tell they expected me to give them my name or even introduce myself, but nah, that wasn’t happening.
“Ms. We’re here following up on an incident that took place a few weeks back. Is this the home of Rennix Blac?” The younger of the two eyed me lustfully after speaking, never changing his stance. He gave straight creep.
I just looked at them, blank eyes and everything. “Yes it is and he is not home at the moment. If you all can leave a card, I’ll gladly give it to him.”
The older one scoffed. “Well how about you let us in and we have a better conversation there.”
I shook my head. “Nah.”
“Are you obstructing the la—” the younger one started in a condescending tone.
“Now we know that shit ain’t happening. You think sis is a rookie or something? C’mon, Nathan, I thought you knew better than that. All you pigs are the fucking same. Go on in, baby. Lemme kick shit to the chitterlings.” G handed Beyah the white plastic bags, then looked at me. “You good, sis.” He then nodded for us to go into the house.
I turned to go in and Beyah followed.
We entered the kitchen, both quiet for a moment.
“Don’t worry,” she offered, setting her phone and everything down on the counter.
I shook my head and laughed nervously. “Funnily enough, I don’t. I mean I did when he got shot, but something about the weight of his convictions makes worrying hard. It’s like damn, he isn’t worried so why should I be?” I shook my head, feeling absolutely nuts.
“Well, that is one way to put it. Here, we brought you food. You know, since neither of you cook.” She handed me a carton, then I moved to grab forks.
I laughed because it had literally become their family joke that neither me nor Rennix liked to cook but we tried and ended up eating out plenty of nights.
I waved her off. “You are not funny.”
She was still tickled at her statement while I handed her the fork.
