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Lauren Monique

"Mom, wake up!" I heard Alexander's voice. "Someone is at the door."

"I ain't your damn momma. Who's at the door?"

"I don't know. Go look."

"Kids..." I groaned, getting out of Elijah's arms.

"But you weren't my mom," Alexander mumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up, son."

Going to the door, I looked through the peephole. Taking a step back in shock, I went back to the couch, tapping Elijah, trying to wake him up.

"Elijah, please get up," I sighed, rubbing his arms.

"What's wrong?" he and Alexander asked.

"Someone is at the door. I don't want them here. Please send them away."

They looked at each other, then went to the door. I, on the other hand, went into the kitchen, trying not to be seen.

"Who are you?" Alexander asked once the door was open.

"Don't worry about that. Where's Nique?" Trey asked harshly.

"No one by that name lives here."

"Lies. My homeboy told me she stays here."

"You should leave and don't come back," Elijah demanded, closing the door. After locking it, he and Alexander went back into the living room. Following them quietly, I sat beside Elijah. "Who was that, and why did he refer to you as Nique?"

"That's my baby's father. Nique is one of my nicknames. My middle name is Monique."

"Why didn't you want him here?" Alexander asked.

"He's an abusive piece of shit. I don't want him near me, I don't need the stress."

"So he's not going to be apart of the baby's life?"

"No, Isaiah will be fine without him"

Elijah kept quiet listening to Alexander and I's conversation.

We talked about my past with Trey, and how they'd support my son in everything way possible.

***

Alexander left an hour ago and suggested that Elijah should stay incase Trey comes back but I know he just wants us to spend time together.

Elijah on the other hand hasn't said a word since the whole Trey situation. He either is on his phone or watching me move around from the kitchen to the couch.

"Elijah" I whine dramatically tapping his arm, he shut his phone off then turned to me. "I'm bored and your not talking to me"

"Have you ever been on a date before ?" He randomly asks

"Um. . . no"

"Really, why not ?" He asked surprised

"I don't know, I always dated someone from my hood. They weren't the romantic type" I shrugged

"Your hood ?"

"Yesssir"

"Interesting" he nods

"You wanna take me on a date or something?"

"Yes"

"Okay" I squealed getting excited "but you should know I don't like fancy restaurants, I feel out of place in those types of environment at times"

"Why ?"

"I don't know, being pregnant just has me looking at things differently and I don't like all the attention I get when I walk into a room and some people stare at me."

"So you are. . . Insecure?"

"Well yes and no, I just like chill and homey feeling places. I want to feel welcome coming into restaurants and other places I go to. With fancy restaurants I have to act a certain way so I won't get kicked out for being myself and wear semi fancy clothes just to meet the dress standard, I rather go to Waffle House or Chinese buffet."

Elijah nods staring off then giving his attention back to me.

"So if I took you to Waffle House on a date, you'd be happy with that?"

"Yes, I'm simple kind of girl Elijah"

"Okay, lets go"

"But today's wash day and I never go out on wash day" I frowned thinking about how my hair is going to look after I wash it

"Wash day? You don't take a shower everyday?"

"Of course I do, I'm talking about my hair"

"Well. . .would you like to just have a repeat of last night? Assuming that you would let me stay a little longer"

"Yes that's fine, order some pizza! Meat lovers please" I yelled going upstairs into my bathroom.

It's time to get started on my hair. Sigh.

***
One long hair wash later I'm trying to tame my Afro but it's just not working. Giving up on it, I got out the bathroom heading to the living room where Elijah was but first I peeked into the kitchen to see if the pizza was in there but it wasn't.

"Hey, where's the pizza ?" I taped his forehead waking him up "please tell me you ordered it"

"Your hair" he states looking at it

"Yeah I know it looks like a mess, but where's the food?"

"I like it, it's so curly"

"Elijah so help me God, if you don't get that damn pizza I'll snap your neck" I groaned sitting beside him

Elijah grunts in response taking his phone from his lap.

Putting my feet up on the couch I sighed deeply, I need some food.

"It's a thirty minute wait"

"Okay"

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