"Cash, we were growing apart, but I will still be there for you and my kid. I promise."
"Just shut the fuck up talking to me Hov!"
She leaned forward and turned the dial on the radio blasting the music in my ears. The song Burning Blue drowned out all opportunity for her to fuss anymore, but I'm glad. I'm sick of this back-and-forth shit with her ass.
The doctor we are on our way to, Dr. Price, was located in upper Manhattan and just happened to be available for one more patient after someone else sadly had a miscarriage. Dr. Price has perfect reviews and was rated five stars everywhere I looked. If we get here and we don't like how he handles shit, then oh fuckin well, we find someone new. But we can't keep ignoring the fact that she needs to be seen and checked up on. Putting that shit off any longer was just not an option for me. She mad now, but she will get over it.
We pulled into a parking spot between the doctor's office and a nearby Marriott hotel. I got out of the car and walked around to let Cashmier out, but she was in no rush to come inside.
"Cash, come on. We have ten minutes to get up there."
"I am moving at the speed that I want to. I probably could've checked in online with this office had I really known about any of this. I hope your new lady loves to be told what to do, with your controlling ass."
She walked in front of me, leaving that bull shit simmering in my mind. I admit, I can be controlling at times, but it's because to me, I do know best about a lot of shit. Shit, Ican'thelp it, I'm confident in myself and my decisions. I don't want to appear that way to Ciara with what I did earlier with her job. I needed to donate to charity for tax purposes, and she wanted to move up in her career, so I killed two birds with one stone.
Cashmier and I walked into the waiting room, and to me it looked more like a lounge than a clinic. The walls were painted a soft gray, with crown molding along the edges, and the decorations consisted of large paintings of the New York City skyline in various colors. The chairs weren't the usual cheap ones, either, that you see at other Doctors' offices. They instead had dark wood frames with thick, cream-colored cushions that looked brand new. So far, it looked like I had found somewhere nice, and if Cashmier complains about the atmosphere, then it's just because she wants to.
I walked up to the front desk, and behind the wide glass window, the receptionist sat in burgundy scrubs typing on the computer. I looked over my shoulder to see where Cashmier was, and she had sat down in one of the chairs behind me. As long as she stays in here, I'm okay with her attitude.
"Hi, sir. How can I help you?"
"I'm here for a 2:3o appointment with Dr. Price for Cashmier Davis."
"Okay, one second."
She typed on her computer with one hand before answering the phone with the other.
"Thank you for calling Pure Body Clinic. We will be with you shortly."
She put the phone on hold and then handed me one of the clipboards from the counter.
"We will be with you shortly, but in the meantime, have Mama fill out these forms for us."
"Alright, thanks."
I went to join Cashmier in the lobby area and handed her the clipboard, which she snatched from my hand. She began writing on the paperwork so hard that I felt like she might rip the shit.
"Ugh, see this is already not a good idea. I wanted to find a doctor's office that was more tech-friendly. This shit is annoying. Where are the iPads in here? Is this fucking 1952?"
She complained, but I ignored her, sitting back in my seat as I watched the news on the television in the lobby as Cashmier filled out the papers. When she was done, she handed the board back to me, and I stood up to return it to the front desk.
"Thank you. We will call you two back shortly."
I went to sit back in my seat and hadn't been sitting for a good thirty seconds before the door in the corner opened.
"Davis, Cashmier."
I stood up before Cashmier and put my hand out to help her up. She rolled her eyes at me, then slapped my hand out of her face. Shaking my head, I walked back towards the corner where the nurse was standing, but Cashmier's feet didn't move. I closed my eyes, trying to channel a little fuckin patiencesomewhere deep inside of me so I wouldn't go off in front of these people.
"Cashmier, come on. We can't have them waiting too long."
I turned over my shoulder, but it was when I saw her face I instantly knew something was wrong.
Cashmier'sjaw slowly dropped, and her chest was caving up and down like she was trying to catch her breath. Still, her eyes were so glued to the television that I walked over to her and then looked up myself to see what had her attention.
Councilman Davis found murdered at the age of 58.
"Hov! No, no, no, no, no, this can't be true, Hov. This can't be true! This can't be true! Call my mom! Call my mama please!"
