Destined 2 Love ( Sequel )

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Wobbling into the seafood restaurant, Destiny scanned the room for Cleo; who she was meeting for lunch today. Her eyes finally landed on Cleo moments later, along with an unexpected guest. Destiny approached the table where Cleo and Monique sat, "Hey." She greeted politely.

"Hey, baby mama!" Cleo stood up, hugging Destiny then rubbing her round stomach. Monique stood up from the table as well, revealing her small baby bump in the green sun dress. "Hi, Destiny." Monique spoke, "Congrats on the baby." She said. "Thank you. I see you're pregnant too. Um, congratulations." Destiny gave her a faint smile. They were never friends and she figured Monique only stood up for attention and acknowledgment on her pregnancy.

Destiny soon claimed her seat across from Cleo and Monique. "How you feeling, Des?" Cleo questioned. "Ready to pop!" Destiny sighed, "But I'm good." She nodded. "How many months are you?" Monique asked. Destiny looked over at her, squinting her eyes. "Approaching seven months." Destiny simply answered. "Wow! You look great, in shape." Monique told her.

Destiny didn't understand why Monique was being so pleasant. She's usually very much on the narcissistic side, but for some reason she was acting the complete opposite today. "Thanks, Mo." Destiny said, looking down at the menu in front of her.
"So." Cleo paused, clearing her throat, "I was wondering if you need any help planning the shower, Des?" She asked. Destiny twisted her mouth to the side.

"I don't think so. I hired an event planner and so far, things are coming together." Destiny informed her friend. "I can't wait to see everything." Cleo squealed, getting overly excited for the baby shower that was only weeks away. "What are you having, if you don't mind me asking?" Monique flashed Destiny a smile, taking a sip of her diet soda.

"I'm sorry, I tried to be nice, but why are you asking me all these questions? We're not even friends. You're the funniest bitch I know." Destiny looked directly into Monique's eyes. She cleared her throat, "I was hoping to turn over a new slate." Monique admitted. Destiny chuckled, "I'm good." She didn't want no parts in attempting to build a friendship. Cleo sat at the table, awkwardly. She honestly didn't think it would bother Destiny that she invited Mo to lunch, but she soon realized that it was clearly a mistake.

"Alright, maybe this wasn't a smart idea." Cleo interjected, shaking her head. "I thought we could all be mature." Monique said. Destiny felt it was shady, "I can never be mature enough to rekindle a friendship with a fraud." Cleo covered her mouth hearing Destiny's words. "Well, maybe I should go." Monique scoffed. "Yeah, you should." Destiny told her. "Can we all just get along?" Cleo looked at them.

"Cle, you know I love you, but your friend will not keep disrespecting me like this." Monique turned to her friend. Destiny's head jerked, "But it was cool for you to always shade me? Do petty shit?" She asked, looking at Mo stupidly. "That was then, and I apologize. But this is now, Destiny." Monique stated.
"Yeah... Cle, get your friend." Destiny was ready to smack sense into her from across the table.

"Des... please." Cleo begged, trying to get the two to be cordial while at lunch. Destiny rolled her eyes, "I'm straight." She shrugged. Cleo looked at Mo, "I'm cool." She readjusted her posture. Cleo cleared her throat, "Okay, good." She let out a sigh of relief. As the ladies waited for their food; there was an awkwardly silence amongst the table. "I'm having a girl." Monique announced. "I knew it!" Cleo exclaimed, touching her belly.

"That's good." Destiny tried being nice for Cleo's sake though she was upset with Cleo for still being friends with a fake bitch like Mo. "Can I ask what you're having, or you gonna tell me to mind my business?" Monique asked Destiny. She sipped on her lemon water before clearing her throat, "My boyfriend and I, are keeping it to ourselves until I give birth." Destiny told her.

"Oh, okay. That's cute. Are you two are still together?" She questioned. Why wouldn't we be? "Yes, we are." Destiny answered. "Lucky! It's just me and this little one." Monique rubbed her baby bump. "If you would just tell him you're preg-" Cleo was cut off. "No, absolutely not! I told you, he doesn't want this baby." Monique chewed on a piece of spinach. Destiny raised her eyebrows, wondering who the "he" was. She decided to be nosey, "Dontae loves kids." She was obviously prying. Monique giggled.

"Dontae isn't the father." Monique disclosed, which caught Destiny by surprise. Last time she talked to Dontae was over the phone about two-weeks ago. He didn't say anything about seeing someone or being in a relationship, but she thought things between him and Mo were going well since the last time. "I just figured." Destiny shrugged. "We were together for a little minute, but it wasn't anything serious." Monique admitted.

"If it's not him, who's the daddy then?" Cleo interjected again. Monique sighed, "He's older... a lot older." Destiny eyes expanded looking across the table. "How old?" Cleo asked Mo.
"He's thirty-five." Monique mumbled. Cleo's mouth gapped open, "Oh, bitch!" She shook her head.
"I don't mean to be in your business." Destiny spoke. Monique directed her attention to her, waiting for her to go on.

"But, if he's thirty-five doesn't that mean he's mature and most likely stable, why wouldn't he want the baby?" Destiny questioned. Cleo was wondering the same thing. Monique bit down on her lip, playing with the strings on her dress. "He's also married." Disappointment was indicated in her low voice. Cleo nearly fell out her seat while Destiny could of sworn she was watching some juicy soap opera on tv.

"Now Monique, why would you sleep with a married man?" Cleo asked, trying to figure out what the hell her friend got herself into. "We met at a brunch spot in Miami. We talked over drinks and vibed. We hooked up, but it wasn't like your basic one-night-stand." Monique said. "We had dinner the next day and agreed to see each other again. He told me that he was in the process of finalizing his divorce." She told the girls.

Destiny shook her head listening to Mo speak. Believing a man when he says he'll get a divorce or he's finalizing one, is one of the dumbest things a female can do. But you see, that's the thing about men. They're so good at manipulating us women, that we actually start to believe they're lies. Then you're left crying yourself to sleep at night or wondering where you went wrong.

"What are you gonna do?" Destiny wondered, stuffing her face with crab legs. Monique shrugged,
"Take care of this baby with the help of my nana." She simply replied. "Well, good luck." Destiny looked up at her, silently feeling sorry for her. Although she wouldn't turn down an opportunity to whoop Monique's ass for her smart ass mouth, she did feel bad that she was going through her pregnancy alone. Having Kross present made her ten times more grateful.

However, she couldn't feel all too bad for Mo. In all reality, she did make her bed, so it's only fair she lays in it. What's that saying? Oh, yeah... Karma's a bitch.

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