Page 47 of Stat: Love In Scrubs
I opened my mouth to speak, and she leveled me with a glare, then continued.
“I’m going to tell you this because I love you and I care about you. Not to mention, this is the happiest I’ve seen you in a long time. Be honest with me. Do you see a future with this man? I only want a yes or no. No list of doubts and buts or could happen.”
I released a sigh as I pulled into the parking lot of Little Angels Academy. Then parked. I sat silently for a moment, but I didn’t need to think long. I already knew the answer as soon as she asked me.
“But, what if?—”
“Uh, huh. Yes or no?” she interrupted me again.
I released a breath, then ran my hands down my face.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Darby cupped her ear, then leaned on the armrest.
“I don’t think I heard you clearly. Repeat that and add a little more sauce to it.”
I laughed and shook my head. Darby’s ass really got on my nerves sometimes.
“Yes, bitch!” I shouted.
Darby laughed. “Exactly. Now cut the mess and allow that man to love on you while you deal with your shit. He doesn’t seem flaky to me.”
She shrugged and leaned back in her seat. I couldn’t even laugh with her because I was really conflicted. But I heard her loud and clear.
“I hear you.”
“Good, because you aren’t going to ruin me being the maid of honor at your wedding.”
I leaned back in my seat and turned to face with a lift of my brow.
“My what?” I asked.
“You heard me. You know I’ve never been to a wedding. After Mr. Sinclair cheated me out of being a flower girl at their wedding because they went to the justice of the peace, I’ve been hurt. So now you’re going to make up for that. You might as well get used to the sound of Yara?—”
She paused and put a single finger to her chin as if she was thinking really hard. Then she turned to face me with a serious expression.
“What’s your doctor’s last name again?” she asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Wilder.”
“Okay, like I was saying, you might as well get used to being called Yara Wilder because it’s coming. Oh, and the baby too, I’m ready for God-mom duty. Y’all been wrapping it up?” she asked.
I was still trying to block out the rest of the mess she was spewing for my life.
“Huh?” I asked.
“You heard me, hoe. So, I’m going to take that as a no. Baby probably gone be here before the damn wedding, and you know Mr. Sinclair will not be feeling that.” She told me.
“You get on my nerves real bad,” I told her, then laughed.
“I’m just stating the facts. All of this has sped up my dating calendar. I’m going to need to have a date for the wedding. Lawwwd… I need to be back in the library this week.”
I rolled my eyes and smacked my lips. “First, stop going to the library. You aren’t going to meet no damn body in there. You do realize it’s a place to read and be quiet, right?” I asked.
“Of course, I realize that. I actually met two nice men there last week. I just haven’t called them yet.”
Before I could respond to her long laundry list of nonsense, the contractor pulled up. But before we got out of the car, I gave Darby the ground rules.
