Page 53 of The Millionaire Mortician
Talina stood over me with her arms folded. “Daija, have you gotten your period for the month?” she came out of nowhere and asked.
I thought about her question for a moment, not realizing I hadn’t noticed it hadn’t come.Oh fuck.
“No,” I replied, low and scared.
“Shit, if you’re pregnant, I guess Milan might take it easy on you.”
That sounded good, but there was one problem — I wouldn’t know who the father was. When Fabian and I had sex, the condom popped, and he ended up cumming inside of me. It was something I wanted to forget completely, but it seemed to make its way back to the surface. Then, Milan returned home a day or so later, and we had sex and came inside me.
“What if it’s not his?” I looked up at her with glossy eyes.
The tears started once more. I was an emotional mess.
“Okay, okay. Relax, baby. I have a test in this cabinet. How ‘bout we know first before you get your pressure up for nothing?” she suggested.
I nodded in agreement.
Talina retrieved the test, opened it, and handed it to me. I sat on the toilet and pissed where I needed to. Putting the cover back on, I set it down on the sink while I cleaned myself up. By the time I was done, the results still didn’t show. It was still early.
I left the bathroom and returned to the living room to pace the floor. My hands got hot and clammy while my stomach felt weird and light.
“Please say negative, please say negative,” I whispered to myself.
Talina came walking out of the bathroom and approached me. She handed me the test, and when I saw the two lines, I almost fainted. Rushing to my side, she helped me sit down.
“What are you gonna do?” she asked in a worrisome tone.
A single tear dropped. “I don’t know.”
The following morning,it was hard as hell for me to pull myself out of bed. I just wanted to sleep so I could avoid my troubling reality. Thankfully, I wasn’t feeling sick anymore, but I was hurting in my heart.
Talina was a true friend through it all. She got up and went to open up the salon and run things in my absence. Seeing as though that was taken care of, I decided to go to my doctor just to be sure the test wasn’t playing tricks on me. While I was hopeful of negative results, the official test came back positive. I was indeed pregnant, but with whose baby, I had no idea.
Obviously, I wanted it to be Milan’s. That was my man and my everything. Besides, Milan and I fucked like rabbits. Fabian was a one-time thing, although we had sex twice that night. I just didn’t want to tell Milan, but it turned out it wasn’t his. Plus, he would’ve probably have said it wasn’t his since I cheated.
After I was finished at the doctor’s, I decided to go to the salon so I could distract myself from thinking myself into a deeper depression. When I got there, the place looked booked and busy, not missing a beat because its owner wasn’t around. Talina had canceled all my appointments, so I was helping with other people’s clients and taking walk-ins as they came.
By the time I reached the salon, half the day had already gone by. When I blinked, night took over the sky, and the client list was basically at the end. I finished up a guy’s cut, then made my way into my office to relax until the rest of the team was finished. There was no need to rush out. I had no man to go home to. Hell, I had no home to go home to.
As I laid back on the sofa, I tried to close my eyes for a little while, but out of nowhere, I heard a commotion outside. I immediately jumped up to see what was going on. When I opened the door, Fabian was pushing his way past Talina in a hurry.
“You can’t be here!” Talina yelled.
The poor girl was half his size, just like me, so there was no hope for her to stop him. He made his way to me with a blank expression. I couldn’t really tell his mood except that he was obviously desperate to see me.
“I need to holla at you, now,” Fabian demanded.
The entire salon was looking on, so I just turned and led him into my office, out of earshot of everyone. I signaled to Talina that everything was fine.
Once the door was shut and it was just us two, silence filled the room for a moment before either of us spoke.
“Why you ain’t tell me Milan Marcano was your man?” he started.
I looked at him, then took a seat back on the sofa. “I didn’t know I had to,” I retorted.
“It would’ve been helpful to know. Now you just started a fuckin’ war because you couldn’t keep your legs closed.”
That nigga has some nerve. He must’ve forgotten who pursued who first, and who wasn’t giving up until they got what they wanted?
