Two Can Play {Complete}

End Game Part II.

Bey's Past POV

"I'm trying to be strong for you, but I'm fucked up!" Jay replied truthfully.

"You want to talk about it?" I gazed up at him.

"You went through all of those miscarriages throughout the years alone because I was a selfish ass nigga," he started. "Today I wasn't there when you found out. I'm no better than before!" he huffed.

"Jay, it's not your fault!" I patted his chest lightly. "I told you to go to your meeting and that was that. Don't be so hard on yourself about it," I said.

"You were stressing so much, and I didn't know why. I just tried to make you feel comfortable," Jay continued.

"I know you did, and I appreciate that. I can't thank you enough for the way you've stepped up to help me right away," I smiled at him and then frowned because I was thinking about a certain someone.

I had not heard from LeBron. No text, and no phone call since our argument in LA. The outrage that I was feeling inside was because of his rejection towards me and this pregnancy. How can you just go on with life and act like you don't have a child on the way?

I tried to understand. I even started making excuses on his behalf. For a slight second, I actually thought about aborting the baby like he wanted me to in order to make things right between us. I was that in love with this man. The thought should have never been entertained, but when someone has a hold on you, you'll do and think crazy things.

"Why were you so stressed out Bey?" Jay furrowed his eyes down at me. "Is it because of our relationship?" he questioned further.

"No!" I denied passionately, which slightly startled him. He sat up, forcing me to do so as well. "It's not you... it's me," I looked away from him in embarrassment. This was the first time that I've opened up to him like this in what seems like forever. "I think there's something wrong with me," I teared up.

"There's nothing wrong with you Bey!" Jay held me tight and caressed my back. "You're just grieving. It's okay to grieve," he proclaimed. I knew deep down that it was more than just grief because I've been feeling off way before this failed pregnancy.

Jay doesn't know half of what's been going on, so I can't fault him for that response. However, I did realize in that moment that I desperately needed to talk to someone —a person who knows nothing about me.

I needed to release all of these toxic thoughts because they keep accumulating and causing this behavior of destruction. I yearn to gain solace in that one person who would be sitting across from me, hearing my story raw and unfiltered. They wouldn't judge me or show any bias unlike my family and friends.

Jay couldn't be that person by default. He's family. Even though I desperately wanted to say everything that was going through my head, there was no way I was strong enough to reveal the dark side of me to him. So, I bit my lips and settled the conversation.

"I guess so," is the simple reply that I mustered up. Jay grabbed my chin and kissed my lips slowly. We began to make out.

"Let's get some rest now, babe!" he said, pulling away before things got too out of hand. I nodded my head in agreement. He reached his hand over to the night stand to turn the light off. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

One week later...