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“But do you care about me?”
“Yeah, I care about you Cashmier. Now, just sit back and relax yourself. You been through enough.”
She laid her head on my shoulder and the car went silent as the doubts started talking loud as hell in my head. But, no matter how I felt about her individually, she was the most important person in the world to me now with the baby inside of her. My plans of kicking her ass to the curve had to sit idle for a minute. Me and Cashmier still not getting married or no shit, but I can’t hurt the woman who is carrying my seed. That’s just making this shit harder than it has to be.
Chapter 13
Ciara
The sound of the metal on metal clanking of the garbage truck as it hissed down the block wasn’t a noise I usually wake up to. My eyes were almost blinded when I moved just enough to have a sun ray shoot straight to my pupil through a crack in the blinds. Usually, by the time the trash is running in the projects in the morning, I’m on the bus headed into work with a bacon, egg, and cheese in one hand and an ice coffee in the other.
When I grabbed my phone that was pinned under my back, I saw that I’d slept four hours past the time I get up for work and felt great about it. I made my way to my social media accounts before checking my email which was full of the usual spam. I’m not sure what I’m ever looking for inside that app, but I check my email every morning religiously. I guess just because I have hopes of a good job offer popping up for a job that I applied for in the past.
I threw the covers off my body and then sat up looking for my phone only it fell off the bed and into a bowl I had on the side of the bed.
I grabbed the phone and the bowl from the bed and stood up stretching all the way up to my tippy toes because I slept great as hell. I needed it too because my body felt like it was giving out at work yesterday. Then the gun range with Hov really wore meout from all the adrenaline that was running through my body. I legit felt like I had sex when I came up these steps last night.
I Still have my doubts about Hov but that doesn’t stop me from being absolutely excited for what he has up his sleeve for my birthday. Just even a trip to the corner store would be more than what Kairo has been able to do the last few years, but I’m sure Hov had so much more planned. As long as whatever it is has nothing to do with guns then I think I will be okay with it.
Tonight, I knew I would wear the black bandage dress that I’d gotten for a New Years outing one year when me and Kairo were supposed to go to times square and other clubs but just ended up at a kick back in the Towers. I’ve been wanting to wear this dress again since then because I don’t feel like enough people saw its magic. I’m sure Hov would appreciate it too. At least I hope so, I know what he’s used to with Cashmier’s beautiful ass.
I took the dress out of the closet and then laid it across my bed now thinking of what shoes I should wear tonight. I know it’s way before our date time, but the excitement made me want to be prepared way before. I’ll probably start curling and flat ironing my leave out in a couple of hours. With Flexi rods in, they will be perfect by the time he pulls up.
Knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock.
From the pattern of the knocks outside of the door, I knew it was my bestfriend.
“You saw my active status on Facebook, didn’t you?”
Pernelle walked into my apartment with her favorite pair of SpongeBob pajama shorts and an oversized white shirt.
“Yes. I knew your ass was off today. Fuck it’s already hot out there. Happy birthday my best bitch.”
“Thank you, friend.”
She plopped down on my sofa. Pernelle hasn’t been here for a whole minute, but because she wasn’t already talking my ear off, I knew something was wrong.
“What’s wrong?”
She exhaled deeply.
“Emoney didn’t come back home last night, and I’m really worried about her ass.”
“Did you check the jail roster?”
“Yep. Did that before I came over here. I wish it was a way to check the dumpsters and dumpster trunks in the Bronx on a map too. Call it the dead body roster.”
“Why are you going there friend? She could be in jail and just not booked in yet. Let's pray not even that. Let's just hope she's sleeping.”
I made my way into the kitchen to grab a bowl to eat the last of my favorite cereal.
“I know, I’m just worried about her regardless. After all, jail could be a disaster too depending on why.”
“True, but let’s just hope for the best. Do you want a bowl?”
I held up the Captain Crunch box, but Pernelle shook her head no and then leaned over on the couch, kicking her shoes off, and grabbing a pillow.
“Have you talked to Hov today, Ci?”
