Daran snapped his fingers in front of my face, “You good, my man? You zoned out. Late night passing out free dick?”
He continued to joke, not even noticing my mood change. I was thankful for it though, that was a mental road I did not need to travel.
Ever since I told him about what went down at the W, he stayed saying some slick shit.
“Yo, Daran, you better get outta here with that, man. I pulled a double last night. So, I’m tired,” I told him. “What do you want?”
“Nothing… had a break, and wanted to come holla at you. Any luck finding ole girl?”
After cracking jokes for far too long after I told him what happened, he had convinced me to try and look MiMi up on social media. That was a dumb ass move. There were so many MiMi’s out there in the world, hundreds in D.C. alone… and none of them were her.
“Nah, man. It’s a lost cause. I’ve given up.”
“I’m holding out hope, because the way you be in this office staring out into space, I need ole girl to show up and save ya ass.”
“Get the fuck out of my office, yo!”
I was over his ass. I needed to get back to work.
Daran chuckled and threw up the peace sign as he walked out of my office.
Fucking idiot!
5
Five - Jameela
Miserable. That was how I would describe the last three months of my life. Just fucking miserable.
“Girl, I think there may be two babies in there. You better tell Kalia to check again.” Kennedy said as I waddled my big ass into her office to drop off some files.
“Kennedy Glory-Kendrick, I will behead you if you ever again refer to this organism taking up residence in my body as more than one. You got that? I will literally goGame of Throneson your ass!”
I saw Kennedy try to stifle her laugh behind a fake cough and I swear on everything I wanted to snatch her up by her dreads. I was cranky and miserable every damn day of every damn week. I was only halfway through this pregnancy, and I was fat as fuck, I couldn’t keep any food down–which was why I couldn’t understand how I was so fat–and the second trimester had me horny as shit.
“I’m so sorry, Meela. You’re right, that was a bitchy thing to say. I will never make a joke like that again. But can we talk about you beheading me… that was… a little… harsh. I mean, if you need your paychecks, I kinda need my head.”
“I’d find another job.” I shrugged and walked out of her office.
I knew I was being mean, but life really sucked. I was supposed to be happy and pregnant with my man rubbing my feet, rubbing my belly, and him telling us both how much he loved us. But here I was, pregnant from a one-night stand and completely out of my damn element. I simply wanted to sleep until this child climbed its way out of my pussy and stretched her out of shape, probably for the rest of my life.
I was going to be a single mother, alone, and with a loose coochie.
Life just isn’t fair.
I mentally shook my head disgusted with myself.
I needed to get myself together. I didn’t want my negative energy to affect my baby, but it was so hard. It was as if a nimbus cloud was following me around like some shit out of a cartoon show.
Finally leaving work, giving Kennedy a grunt on my way out the door, I headed over to Anju.
I’m so pathetic that I have been going there a couple of days out of the week since I found out I was pregnant, hoping to run into Saeed. However, so far, no such luck. I would end up pigging out on food that I would puke up as soon as I crossed the threshold of my condo.
And today, just like every other time, I walked through the door of the restaurant, and it was buzzing with people. Just not the person I wanted to be there.
I didn’t waste time with ordering a bunch of food the little nugget probably wouldn’t approve of anyway, so after a bowl of soup, a glass of water, and sitting for two hours, I decided that God didn’t give a crap about my prayers. So, I got up and waddled my ass to a waiting Uber.
More weeks passed and life just kept trying to knock my ass down.
