Page 144 of Save Room for Us

“Loving me is more than running behind me and letting me fuck.”

“What else am I supposed to do, Asif? You don’t talk to me, ever. Even when I try I get nothing from you. Even when we have sex, you keep me at arm’s length. I can’t kiss you, look in your eyes, nothing. Everything is so detached with you! I do whatever you allow me to do, so it’s not my fault that only involves sex! Then you have the nerve to deny my baby.” She shook her head,crying, but staring at my side profile, waiting for a reply she was never gon’ get. When she realized that fact, she just sucked her teeth and shook her head some more.

The rest of the ride was quiet, thankfully, only the sounds of Dom Kennedy playing in the background. As soon as we got there, I checked in and was immediately taken to the back for a private room with Milan.

“So, depending on the test, we can see about the DNA before you give birth. That way there won’t be any questions or drama. I will do what I need to do as a father, starting from the day I get the results,” I explained.

Milan rolled her eyes at me, with no response, just as the doctor entered the room.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Frankel,” she said to Milan after shaking my hand. I already knew her because she was in the St. Thomas Financial network.

“Nice to meet you. I hope this test isn’t done with pee, because I don’t have to pee,” Milan said.

“Well, we do typically use urine but?—”

“She good; she can pee.” I interjected, keeping my eyes on Milan, who sighed before nodding.

Dr. Frankel explained everything to her stupid ass and then gave her the cup. Milan returned half an hour later, clearly stalling, because it didn’t take that fucking long to piss. They’d even given her ass some water to get shit going.

“I have somewhere to be, Asif,” she said as soon as she sat back down on the examination table.

“Fuck you so nervous for?” I questioned, watching her run her hands up and down her jeans.

“I’m not. I just have plans, nigga. This was not scheduled into my fucking day.”

“Aye, watch yo’ tone, Milan. That disrespect shit ain’t gon’ keep getting a fucking pass. Don’t forget who the fuck youtalking to.” I eyed her, watching her cower physically. “She told you it wouldn’t be long after you supplied the fucking urine. After that, we get some information, and you can go on about yo’fucking day.”

“Yeah, I bet I can because you don’t care what happens to me, onlyAnastazia. I could get hit by a train when I leave here, and you would be just fine, huh?” Again, I declined to respond to Milan’s bullshit attempts to gain sympathy. “Did you ever care about me, or was I just a hole?” The waterworks started up again. “I hate you. I hate you so much.” She shook her head repeatedly. “I don’t know how I could love somebody who treats me like this.”

“I don’t do nothing to you, Milan,” I said dryly. “I ain’t never pretended with you. I always kept shit real and never made it seem like it was more than it was between us.” I felt like a broken record, exhaust all throughout my fucking tone.

“Look how emotionless you are. Something is wrong with you. It’s not me, it’s you.” I just nodded, not giving a fuck nor about to feed into her crazy ass talk. “I should’ve fucked with one of your brothers. They’re not like you. They have emotions and care about women.”

“Maybe you should, because only woman I care about is my mama, Banks, Sophie, and Anastazia.”

Milan was on her feet, charging toward a nigga before I could even finish saying my girl’s name. Standing myself and towering over her, I gripped her wrists to stop her from making one of the worst mistakes of her sad ass life.

Dr. Frankel knocked and walked in, eyes bouncing between us seconds before I let Milan’s wrists go.

“Sorry,” Dr. Frankel said.

“You good,” I said as Milan backed off, tearing up. “You got some answers for me?” I questioned.

“Yes, so it appears that the pregnancy test came back negative, Miss Fellows. How long ago?—”

“That is a fucking lie!” Milan roared, looking from me then back to Dr. Frankel repeatedly as I chuckled humorlessly. “I took several tests, and they were all positive! Show her the photo, Asif!”

“I understand.” Dr. Frankel nodded. “We tested your urine a few times, and they were all negative. When did you take your first test?” She clicked the button on her pen, preparing to write down the information Milan gave her.

Milan shook her head, tears skiing down her cheeks before she looked at me, pointing. “I knew you would do this. I knew you would bring me here and they would back you up, telling me some shit that’s not true and making me look crazy.”

“Miss Fellows, that is not true. This is a reputable facility, and while we do work for Mr. St. Thomas’s institution, we do not falsify results or engage in schemes,” Dr. Frankel explained as I kept my eyes pinned on Milan, hands in my pockets so I wouldn’t shake her up like a rag doll in front of this esteemed ass doctor.

“Thanks again, Dr. Frankel.” I reached to shake her hand after taking the paper with the results to fold and put in my pocket. I then went for the door.

I wasn’t even in the hallway for a second before I heard Milan following behind me.

“Asif! Asif, that test is a lie, baby, I swear!” she yelled, rushing after me as I kept it pushing out the doctor’s office and into the parking lot.

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