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“How many other chicks had you taken through your love nest? Was that something you purchased on the side to have affairs?”
“No, baby. You saw that there was never any evidence of another woman there. It’s because you were the only one who had been there. The only reason I chose to get that place was because we were separated. I wasn’t even living at home anymore. We had already been talking about a divorce. Eniya knew that. She just wanted to show her ass.”
“You denied me, Wilson.”
“I just didn’t want to miss seeing my son. She threatened me with that shit, and that little boy is my whole world.”
“Well, your world just got a little bigger.”
“What’re you talking ’bout, Mesha?”
“I’m pregnant, Wilson. You’re about to have another baby.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”
“Aww, baby. You got me over here tearing up. How far along are you? Do you know what we’re having?”
“I’m nine weeks and not yet.”
“We’ve got to work through things, Mesha. We’re about to be a family.”
“We’ll see.”
“When is your first appointment?”
“In a week and a half.”
“I’m gonna be there. Send me all the details, baby.”
“He didn’t makeit for that appointment or the next one. His involvement had been sporadic at best in the beginning, until it had petered out altogether in the last four months. He changed his number, and I haven’t heard hide nor hair from him since.”
“That’s his loss. Have you tried going by his place?”
“I did, but he moved out, and someone else is living there.”
We talked for an hour before October finally said his goodbyes and went home. He told me to call him if I needed anything. Although he put his number in my phone, I doubted that I would need him. I was pleasantly surprised later to discover he figured out where everything belonged in my cabinets.
Chapter 6
Autumn
“Hey, neighbor.” I greeted October with a smile. “Thank you,” I stated when I noticed that he had grabbed my trash can and taken it to the curb.
He walked up my steps and replied, “It’s fine. I was taking mine out, so I thought I might grab yours too.”
“That’s what I was coming out to do. You’re so sweet.”
“No. It’s the least that I can do. When I grab my can, yours is right next to it, Autumn.”
We lived in a brownstone, and our trash cans were parked side-by-side between our two garages.
“You can call me Mesha, October. All of my family and friends do. And while we’re neighbors, I’d like to think of you as a friend after all you have done for Auburn and me.”
“That’s cool, beautiful, but . . .” October tilted his head and scrunched his eyebrows.
“What?” I asked.
