Page 8 of I Changed for You
“You’re the one drinking all my shit!”
Melijah chuckled. “Denver said it was cool. Man, you already know what I’m going through.”
I frowned, wondering what Melijah was going through. Maybe I should ask him, but I didn’t have the right.
“Talk to Elianna,” Skylar called out.
He turned his attention back to me. “Why do I need to talk to you?”
I glowered at him. “I was the one who told her to call you.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on the heels of his shoes. “Okay. What’s the reason?”
This hadn’t been the first time he had talked to me as if I were a child. I didn’t too much appreciate it now or in the past.
“I’m not about to let you talk to me like that,” I snapped.
He cackled. “Nah, I’m not doing this with you today. Tell me what it is you need to tell me. I have things to do.”
I waved my hand, shooing him. If he had to go somewhere, there was no way I’d stop him. He could get the hell on. “Okay. Bye.”
Melijah scoffed and headed back to the door.
Skylar’s bedroom door jerked open, and she came out with a scowl on her face. With her hands on her hips, she glared at me and then Melijah.
“Elianna, you came over to my house so I could call this man. Melijah, you needed answers to the reason you’re feeling the way you are. Boom. Both of you got what you wanted. Damn, why the hell do you have to be stubborn? Just sit down and talk to each other, not at one another but to one another. Now get to talking.” Skylar swirled around and went back to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
“Maybe you should stop listening!” Melijah shouted.
“Shut the hell up and get to talking!” she yelled back.
Melijah turned his attention back to me. “She said you have answers to the way I’m feeling. How’s that?”
I lifted a brow, wondering how he felt. “Okay, how are you feeling?”
“I’m sick. Sick, as in throwing up and feeling dizzy. I also can’t keep any food down.”
My frown deepened. We had the same symptoms. “Oh, umm. I’ve been having the same problems you’re having.”
His eyes widened. “Oh, yeah? Do you have any idea why that’s happening?”
I averted my eyes from his and took a seat on the couch. Why was it so hard to get the words out of my mouth? Maybe I should just say it and get it over with. That night was a wild night we had.
“I’m pregnant,” I softly disclosed, staring down at the floor.
Melijah blew air out of his mouth and took a seat on the couch. We weren’t sitting close to each other, but I felt his presence.
“Damn. This wasn’t something I wanted to hear,” he muttered.
I cut my eyes at him but remained silent. “It wasn’t something I wanted to happen, but it did.”Did he believe the baby was his? Could he be having the symptoms because he was just sick?
“Damn,” he repeated. “I don’t know how to take the news. It was only one night. Have you been wit?—”
“No,” I snapped. “I don’t sleep around with people. Look, you don’t have to believe the baby is yours.”
Why the hell was I getting defensive? Melijah had a reason to feel the way he felt, but it hit hard when he asked if I had been with another man.
“I’m not the type of woman to do something like this. You were the first man I had a one-night stand with,” I admitted. “It’s not something I do.”
