URBAN 2

TWO

Ashanti

I've been think a lot about Keem recently and how much I've let him down. I feel so shit, guys, you don't even understand. When he first went to prison, I promised him I'd be strong; for him and the twins. I used to see him at the prison every week, call him every day, send him photos of me and of all the mandem.

Then I just stopped.

I don't know what's wrong with me, like how selfish can I get?

I don't blame Keem for being so angry with me. I don't blame him for no longer loving me...

Anyways, after I saw Keem a couple days ago, I decided to book an appointment with my doctor, remember Doctor Malachi (I just call him Kai now). I made a home appointment so he's on his way here now.

He's literally helped me out so much since Keem's been gone. He's not just a good doctor, he's a good friend too.

Anyways, I quickly jumped out of the shower, leaving my thoughts behind as I lotioned myself with coco butter. I looked around for my long white towel but I couldn't find it. In a rush, I decided to wear my shorter white towel to hide my body as I went downstairs to quickly tidy up the living room before Kai got here.

Khanan's toys were all over the floor, omg.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

For fucks sake, he's early.

I went to open the door then I realised I was practically naked.

Shit, I'm not even dressed.

"Uh... can you give me 10 minutes?" I said loudly, so he could hear.

"Ti, I've got an 11 o'clock, I don't have time," he knocked again.

"But you said you had an opening in your schedule," I frowned.

"Ti, I work at a NHS hospital, I never have an opening in my schedule," he laughed. "I had to dash here,"

"But-" I started.

"Come on, Ti, you said it was important," he said.

"Fine, ugh," I opened the door after tying my wet hair into a messy bun.

He stood in the door way and looked at me. He looked at my tits.

"You're drooling," I rolled my eyes and sat down.

He blinked a couple times then cleared his throat. "I wasn't looking a-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I hit him playfully. "You're supposed to be professional, you weirdo. Professionals don't drool over a girl's breasts,"

"I wasn't drooling," he laughed and took off his long black blazer trench coat then put his briefcase on the table.

He's always so prepared and organised.

"Okay, so what's up with you?" he asked. "Pregnancy issues, any pains or unusual behaviour?"

"No, not anything like that. It's about... my mental health," I said, covering my body with a blanket from the sofa.

"Hm," he raised his eyebrows.

"Everyone wants me to see a doctor about..." - I sighed - "... my mental health cos they think I'm depressed or something like that but-"

"I came prepared," he opened his briefcase.

I frowned. "Wh- How did you know?"

"It's quite common for a woman to have concerns for their mental health around this time in their pregnancy," he said. "Also, I've noticed your attitude has changed since I first met you with Keem."