Loved In The Wrong Way

Chapter 9

"Nigga, you like playing with my feelings?" I yelled at him

"Nah, Mari, sit yo ass down. I'll go to the store in a minute. Damn."

"I don't want you to go to the store in a minute. I want you to go to the store now!"

"I'll go in a minute."

"Bullshit! You wanna play games with me? I'm a play with yo life." I walked to the kitchen and grabbed 8 knives. I threw two at him. "Where that fucking protection you had on at? Huh? Where is it, JORDAN?" I yelled as I threw another knife.

"Aye, girl you better stop throwing these goddamn knives at me." He said as he moved out of the way

"Where's yo protection, Jordan?!?!" I threw another knife.

"Marianna, if you threw another knife----" I cut him off

"What? Nigga, I'm the one with the knives, not you." I threw another one

"Aight, I'll go to the store." He grabbed his jacket.

"Never mind. Ion want it no more." I started walking to my room with some tomato sauce and a spoon.

"Hell nah. You almost killed me and now you don't even want the shit that you was mad about me not going to the store to get?"

"Yup." I smiled. "But you know what you can do for me?"

He sighed. "What?"

"Can you go pick up all them knives, wash em, and put them back?" I batted my eyelashes.

"What the fuck?!"

"So you most like that game we was playing earlier?" I started to get up

"No, baby. I got it." He got up and did what I said.

"Like the fuck I thought." I mumbled

"What was that?" Jordan asked

"Obviously you heard me."

"You gotta nice ass aim. It's like 3 knives over here and shit." He ain't answer my question

"Whatever." I said as I flipped through channels.
***

"When's the due date?" Jordan asked. I don't wanna talk to him right now so I didn't answer him. I just kept watching tv. "When's our next appointment?" Great, he plans on coming.

"January 22nd and in 2 more hours." I said fully frustrated cause I'm tryna watch SpongeBob and this nigga keeps asking me questions.

"You have an appointment in 2 hours? When were you gonna tell me?"

"After SpongeBob went off." I was lying. I wasn't gonna tell him at all. I was just gonna get up and go.

"You need to go get ready." I took a shower while he was asleep so he wouldn't get any ideas and try to take one with me.

"How in the hell you finna tell me to get ready, but you sittin' here with nothing but a fucking towel on?"

"Worry bout ya self!" He said

"You don't have to go with me. I'm fine. As a matter of fact, why don't you just go home?" I walked into the bathroom with the clothes I was going to change into then took my robe off. I left door open so I could hear what he had to say.

"I don't care what you say or what you think, we're havin' a baby. I'm not leavin our baby and I'm not leavin' you." He said before walking into the bathroom and staring at me.

"What the hell are you looking at? Get out!" I said before grabbing my robe. I've never really liked how my body looked. Since I've been pregnant, I really haven't liked my body. Everything stretched and got bigger.

"You look good, Mari." He smiled before taking my robe. "I'm not gonna hold you up. Get dressed." He closed the door on his way out.

***

"You ready?" He asked and I nodded. He opened up the front door and then locked it after I walked out.

"Where and when did you get a key?" I asked

"I got a key made after I took the landlord's key."

"You took my landlord's key, went and got one made, then gave him back his key?"

"Yeah." He said like it was no problem. I literally don't have the energy to argue with him. He grabbed my hand and we started walking to his car. He opened the door for me and then got in on the drivers side.

I quickly told him the hospital and turned the radio on before he could say anything cause I don't wanna talk. Once we got to the hospital, I signed in then we waited.

"Just answer this one question for me." Jordan said

I sighed "What?"

"What made that day the final straw for you?" He asked me. I rolled my eyes.

"After everything you had done to me, you cheat-"

"I didn't cheat. I just said all that stuff because I liked taking everything out on you when I was high. If you were rallied up, it made things better for me...somehow."

I didn't even know what to say. I didn't feel like he was lying, but he's Jordan. It doesn't even matter. We weren't right for each other from the beginning.

I just stayed quiet and avoided eye contact with him until they called my name.

***

"Mariana, you know I always inform you about your stress level and I keep telling you to take it easy?"

Jordan made my stress levels higher. "Are they higher?" I asked

"No. They're actually lower. I don't know what you've been doing but, keep doing it."

I nodded as he wiped the gel off of my stomach and we setup my next appointment.

"You know what that means?" Jordan asked smiling as we walked to the car.

"Just shut up and feed me." I whined.