Page 3 of Love Next Door
“Damn straight I was. I ain’t—” The doorbell cut off Evyn’s comment.
“I got it,” Thad stated and headed for my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone.
“Might be the fine ass bitch welcoming committee,” Evyn noted.
“If you consider pregnant exes that, then I’ll give you that,” Nick commented and nodded toward the front door. I turned and glanced behind me as my eyes narrowed in disbelief.
My palms started sweating, and my breathing increased.
“The fuck? How did you find me?”
“Juju, just hear me out,” Briana pleaded, walking through the door, being led by her belly first. She confidently laid her purse on the foyer table as she waddled toward me.
“Ain’t shit to hear out. Why are you here?”
“I asked you not to do this until we could talk about it.”
“B, ain’t shit to talk about when you carrying another nigga’s baby.” I wanted to say a hell of a lot more, but there wasn’t a need to get too disrespectful.
“It’s not even like that, Juju.”
Briana Carter and I were in a relationship for the last three years and engaged for the last year and a half, as she planned the wedding of the century. I loved that girl with all my heart, and there wasn’t a damn thing that I wouldn’t do for her.
The last few months, those feelings dwindled when I suspected her of cheating. It had started with little things, like putting a lock on her phone and niggas sliding into her comments on her social media. It escalated to her being out all night, staying overnight at her girls’ houses, and not wanting to have sex.
When her ex, Jamir, popped up at our house and spilled all the beans, she cried and denied it. The nights she was supposedly with her girls, she was at his house. He claimed he was pushing her to tell the truth, but she refused to give up her “meal ticket.” Jamir didn’t want to sit back while another nigga raised a child that could have been his. I demanded a DNA test for the daughter that I thought I was having, only to learn it wasn’t my kid.
“I don’t know why you’re here, but you need to get the hell on. We ain’t got shit to talk about.”
“It was a mistake, Juju.”
“You don’t mistakenly fall on another nigga’s dick and end up with his seed inside of you, B!” I yelled.
“We can make this work. We can raise her together, Ju. I love you, okay. I fucked up, but you can forgive me.”
“Damn right you did. Seven months’ worth of fucking another nigga who got receipts is on you, love. It ain’t on me.”
“You act like you’re some damn saint, but you ain’t shit! I see how them bitches be all over you at your events. You don’t even want me there.”
“Because you like showing ya ass. That’s my work, B! ’Sides, ain’t none of ’em running up claiming I’m their baby daddy.”
“I wanted more time with you.”
“I was building our future, while you were on ya back building a family with ya ex. Get the fuck on.”
“You’re nothing but a country ass, bitch ass nigga.” She slapped me and then stepped back. Sweat popped out on my head. An unrecognizable laughter with an edge spilled out of me, and my lips and fingers curled. My shoulders heaved up and down.
“Get the fuck out,” I demanded quietly.
“What the fuck you gon’ do, Juju? Huh?” She walked up into my space and shoved me.
“How the fuck you find me?”
“Don’t worry about that shit. You need to man the fuck up. Walking out on your woman when she’s pregnant ain’t cool, Juju.” She shoved me again.
“Come on, B. Chill,” Thad implored.
“Fuck all y’all. This nigga gon’ be back at my door begging to come back before the week’s out. You can’t stay outta this pussy.” She jabbed a finger in the side of my head and mugged me.
