The Ultimate Fight

by Harris, K

  The monitor started to beep alerting her that her heart rate was slightly raised. Taking steady breaths, she got her emotions under control before the nurse rushed in. The baby monitor was whooshing with some force meaning the baby was moving around and the kicks were now hard enough to see her stomach move. Sensing Mya’s discomfort, Barron leaned over whispering into her stomach while rubbing like he normally would the baby settled down. Ignoring all else, Mya relaxed at the feel of his hands that were soothing her frazzled nerves. She thought to apologize to Barron for clicking on him that way because she had no right. Her feelings were her feelings, she couldn’t get mad at him because he didn’t return them. Remembering that he was single she would try and forget about this night. Before she knew it she was out like a light from the amount of drugs in her system.

  ~~~~~~~~~

  When Mya woke up the next morning, she felt better as far as the pain in her abdomen went. As for her heart, she was dealing with it the best way she could. Barron had gotten a pair of hospital scrubs, taken a shower, and was sitting in the chair next to her bed when she opened her eyes. His head was resting on the edge of her bed with his hand resting on her stomach. She couldn’t resist moving her hand to his head, running it over his waves like she always does. He sat up with a troubled expression on his face but when their eyes locked, a faint smile appeared. Mya returned the smile with an unsure one of her own. She didn’t dare bring up the conversation of before, instead she considered it as water under the bridge.

  ~~~~

  Two weeks later, they were in a co-existent state under the same roof. Living together, eating together, and an occasional conversation on safe topics. The only thing they didn’t do, was sleep together. Mya chose to ignore all of his attempts at having her sleep in his bed. He hadn’t tried anything inappropriate since that night for fear of hurting the baby and for that Mya was grateful. Mainly because she didn’t know if she would have the will-power to deny him. His affection, attention, and imitation of love making is what she craved.

  “Coming!” She yelled to whoever was ringing the hell out of the doorbell.

  “It’s about time you got to the door.”

  “Shut it up. I can’t help it with all this extra weight holding me hostage.”

  “Hey baby girl.” Damon greeted pulling her into a big bear hug. She missed him and his hugs so much.

  “Hey sugar bear. I missed you.”

  “I missed you too girl.”

  “Oh I’m sorry, how rude of me. Hello.” She said when she noticed Damon wasn’t alone. Wiping a tear that slipped out from her eye. They both gave her a questioning look.

  “It’s fine. Are you okay?”

  “Baby girl what’s wrong?” Damon questioned not looking at all friendly at the moment.

  “Screw my drama. You need to make introductions sir.”

  “Bossy ass…” Damon said under his breath. “Anyway, this bossy chick here is my ride or die, Mya Daniels. Mya this is Tracy Fields.”

  “It’s nice to finally meet you Miss Mya.”

  “It’s nice to finally meet you too Tracy. I told him I was going to steal his phone and call you myself if he didn’t get to the introductions.”

  “To be honest I was feeling some type of way as well. I thought he had something to hide.”

  “Honey, you and every damn body else. It’s always somebody saying something.”

  “You two would make a beautiful couple to the outside world so I can see why.”

  “That would be nice if I didn’t already know him as well as I do. Damon can be too sure of himself for me.”

  “That he can.”

  “Okay so are you two going to bash Damon the entire time we are here or do I get some sort of say so in the matter?”

  “Bash you!” Mya and Tracy said in unison.

  “Glad y’all getting along and all but why were you so damn emotional when we first got here?”

  “Barron, what else?”

  “What now?”

  “Do we need to bust a cap in his ass?” Tracy asked causing them all to bust a gut laughing at the seriousness.

  “No, I would prefer my baby daddy to be alive.”

  “I didn’t say kill him, I said shoot him. I bet you I can shoot some common sense into that ass. Give him some get right.”

  “Damn you violent. Don’t be trying to taint Mya. She already got some underlying anger issues that took us all four years in college to master.”

  “Whatever Damon. I’m a work in progress.” Mya laughed. “The other night I had a scare with the baby. When he finally showed up to take me to the hospital, I was in so much pain that I didn’t pay much attention to his appearance. Oh but when we got in the triage room, I smelt and saw the evidence that he was with other women. So… I guess my feelings are still a little raw.”

  “That mutha-f…”

  “Wait Damon before you fly off the deep end. Remember we are not together. We are just playing house in so many words. Not my choice but whatever.”

  “Either way, I know it hurt like hell.”

  “Yeah it did.” Mya pouted.

  “Maybe it’s time to put your feelings on the table baby. He needs to know that he is hurting your feelings with the shit he is doing. How will he know it bothers you if he is with other women when you haven’t told him that you want to be with him? And not just live with him or be at his beck and call but be in a relationship.”

  “If? You say that as if he possibly isn’t.”

  “You don’t know for sure that he is either.”

  “Well dammit Damon… You’ve seen the pictures and articles about the Naomi bitch.”

  “Don’t dammit Damon me… What I’m saying is hoes, including celebrity hoes throw themselves at other celebs all the time. Especially if they feel it would boost their stock. Folks all over will try and hitch their wagon to a person if they feel they will be on top. Just because this Naomi broad is walking around saying they are together doesn’t mean shit. For one YOU are the one in his house not her. Two, let’s be real, if he was bringing her to Miami he wouldn’t have invited YOU. Three, he didn’t kick it worth a damn in Miami after he won, he came home to YOU.”

  “Damon is right. From the sounds of it, he wants you just as much as you want him. But if you two never discuss it then it will never be.”

  Damon and Tracy stayed for a couple of hours keeping her company. They talked about them being an official couple and Tracy thinking about moving to Atlanta to be closer to Damon. Tracy and Mya vowed to be good friends despite both of their prior inhabitations of meeting. So many of Damon’s relationships don’t last past meeting his best friend of choice because they assumed something else was going on between them. The same went for Mya’s relationships. From secrets that would probably rock some parts of the world to the fact that their always there for one of another, others couldn’t stand their bond. This type of friendship could outlast some family members. Just as Mya was considering writing her feelings in her journal on her laptop someone rang the doorbell again. She slowly made her way to the door.

  “Can I help you?” Mya asked the woman on the door step.

  “We’re looking for B.A. Is he available?”

  “He isn’t here at the moment.” Mya suddenly felt fat as hell staring at the tall exotic woman who was watching her as well. “May I ask who’s asking?”

  “You must be… Tyra, Toya?”

  “Actually it’s Mya. And who are you?”

  “My apologies. My stage name is Tyga but you can call me Taj sweetie. We’ve heard a lot about you.” She introduced herself smiling sweetly at a flustered Mya.

  “We?”

  “Taj, sorry I had to take that call. It was my agent.” Mya recognized the new face instantly. “Mika, right? What are you doing here?”

  “Excuse me, I live here. And the name is Mya. What are you two doing here and how do you think you know me?”

  “Oh my apologies, close enough.” The two women laughed at her
frustrated face. “Listen we just came to discuss some things with B.A. I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t want to hear what about. With your fragile state, I wouldn’t want you to get stressed out.”

  “We haven’t seen him since the night he rushed out on us. He said you needed to go to the hospital. Was everything okay?” Taj asked oozing sex appeal. Mya was taken aback that she knew about their labor scare. The fact that he talked about her to another woman at all bothered her.

  “B.A. talks about you when he feels like explaining the pictures from the gossip blogs.” Naomi said with disdain. “By the disturbed look on your face, I guess he doesn’t talk to you about neither of us. I hope you didn’t think that you were special. News flash, you just got lucky enough to be the incubator to his first born. B.A. likes bad bitches as you can tell not average Lucy’s.”

  “I don’t know about all of that Nay, she is pretty. Besides when the lights go out, it’s not like he shows any favoritism. Well at least he didn’t last time we were with him.” They laughed again at the inside joke. Taj licked her lips at her appraisal of Mya’s body. In turn Mya cringed from the disgusting image painted before her. Inhaling a calming breath to keep her anger at bay she caught the familiar fragrances that fumigated the air. These were the exact scents all over him two weeks ago.

  “Son of a…” Mya started to curse his name but thought better of it. She would not show any more emotion in front of these broads.

  “Just tell him his girls stopped by for round two of our ‘Fun comes in three’s’ series.”

  “Maybe after the baby is born and you get that snapped back into shape, you can join the festivities.” Taj flirted further. “I would personally enjoy breaking you in myself if neither Nay nor B.A. want to.”

  “Tell him yourself and fuck off!” Mya slammed the door in their faces with so much force she thought she broke it. One thing she was determined to do is not break down. But stay and put up with that sort of disrespect was not going to happen. It was bad enough when she knew he was with other women but to have them confront her was not cool. It’s a possibility that both hoes were just poking the sensitive bear and it could be a logical explanation for him to reek of their perfume two weeks ago. Or it could be just what it looked like, she was just a temporary hit. They needed to have a serious discussion about some things but right now just wasn’t the right time. She needed to disappear for minute to get her feelings under control, hopefully he will understand. If not, so be it, she was leaving regardless.

  Chapter fourteen

  Immediately after the encounter on the front porch of Barren’s home with the two women that he supposedly had just been with, she was devastated. Her skin was crawling, her stomach was doing somersaults, and her throat ached with the need to sob. Grabbing her purse, she dove into her car, and sped out of his driveway with a purpose. Damon’s house, a hotel, or even a battered women’s shelter ever sounded good at this point. The last part was all in her head the fact that she felt like she had been beat, kicked, and stomped in the gut. Assault of her feelings was enough to leave bruises for life. Opting to just drive to the park for the peace in hopes of clearing her head of all those crazy thoughts. She needed to sort her feelings out. Resting was where she was supposed to be and here she is running away from the place she now called home.

  Thinking, thinking, and more thinking was all she did for the past four hours. The car was parked in the same spot with the windows cracked. Her cell phone was lit up with missed calls, voicemails, and text messages. Some were from Barron, others were from Damon, Ebony, and one unknown number. Barron was obviously worried sick by now because he was blowing her up back to back. Damon was just as demanding in his text messages telling her she had better be alright or there would be consequences to pay for worrying him sick. The unknown number didn’t leave a message so she just deleted it and kept it moving. Heading back to the house she just left, she came to the conclusion she wasn’t going to run away from this issue. It was better to face it head on and find out from the horse’s mouth is everything they said true than to believe the word of strangers. This was the man that she had fallen in love with, the least she could do is talk to him about it.

  “Where the hell have you been?” Barron bombarded her at the door with a worried expression on his face.

  “Out.” She said in a voice void of life.

  “OUT?! You have got to be fucking kidding me. Out? I have been worried sick about you. Out where? Cause you damn sure wasn’t with Damon.”

  “Don’t yell at me.”

  “What part of worried sick don’t you understand?”

  “You weren’t worried when you didn’t answer the phone the other night.”

  “So this is some payback type shit?”

  “No but at least you feel my pain even if it’s just for a minute. I’m pretty sure it’s only because I’m carrying your child that you are pretending to be worried now.”

  “Don’t try that guilt trip bullshit. You’re never worried about enough attention, after all you always got Damon.”

  “You’re right, I do.” Mya answered with a head nod and a sarcastic smirk.

  “Speaking of your boyfriend, I meant best friend, you might want to give him a call to let him know you’re back safely. Wouldn’t want him to worry now would we?”

  “How do you know I haven’t already let him know?”

  “The way you constantly talk to and about that nigga, I would swear he was your baby’s father instead of me. Figures you would let him know you were okay before me.” That blow hurt like a bitch but Mya refused to let him see her cry.

  “Huh, go figure. I guess you beat him to the punch that weekend.” At the look of utter shock on Barron’s face, Mya knew she had hit her target with that slap just as he had her. “Since I was supposed to be with him that night and not you.” She added more salt to the wound. Mya knew she was fighting with fire that would sure enough burn the hell out of her in the long run but the way he was accusing her of being reckless like him, infuriated her.

  “Damn so what they say is true?”

  “It’s not like my word would ever mean shit to you anyway. What does it matter what I say, when I say, or about what, you would always believe what you want. You never attempted to trust me. I’m just an easy piece of ass, right. Home booty. Just the recipient of the mistake, the mishap of the condom breaking.”

  “You said it not me.” That was the last straw for Mya. The insult she meant to hurt him with he threw it back with more malice.

  “Oh and your girlfriends stopped by earlier. They wanted to continue what you guys started the night I went into pre-term labor.” The look on Barron’s face spoke volumes, it was more than likely true. He looked as if he’d seen a ghost. “I do apologize for ruining your fun.” After hitting the nail on the head Mya left him to his own thoughts. She was done with adding insult to injury. He had said some things and she had said some things. Neither denied any of the subtle accusations the other threw out, so they basically got nowhere.

  ~

  An entire week had gone by with Mya pretty much dodging coming face to face with Barron at all costs. They didn’t speak, smile, or share any part of the house at the same time as the other for longer than a few minutes. To her he spent a lot of time outside of the house and even if he was there she tried to make herself disappear. Staying cooped up in her room watching movies, reading books, and relaxing with a cup of tea or snacks is how she spent her time. Damon and Tracy had been worried about her because she would often decline offers to take her out of the house. Truth is she was feeling a wee-bit jealous that they could be together while she was a single mother to be.

  They had tried on numerous occasions to get her to have a descent conversation with Barron but she wasn’t going. She would politely decline and then change the subject. Ebony was busy getting the details together for the baby shower. The time for her to do her baby registry was nearing and she hadn’t done a damn thing about it. She decided that today
would be the day that she ventured out of the house and quit hiding from the world. Getting herself together was tiring as hell but she was determined to get it done the best she could. Donning her pregnant glory in some maternity skinny denim jeans, cream color off the shoulder sweater, and brown flat wide-calf knee high boots. Lately she had been wearing her hair in the natural state due to lack of energy to do anything else to it.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey girl what’s up?” She heard the now annoying voice of Kim. The perkiness of her voice was driving her bananas.

  “Nothing about to head out. What about you?”

  “I was calling to see if you wanted to get together for lunch or something. It’s been a while.”

  “Not today, I’m going to be tied up doing my registries for the baby shower.”

  “I still think we should be the one’s throwing your baby shower but whatever.”

  “No offense but I don’t want to hear this shit again. I gotta go, I will call you later in the week. Maybe we can get together then.”

  “Okay girl, my bad. Do you need me to help you today?”

  “No thank you, I’m good.”

  “Alright girl. I guess I will talk to you later then.”

  “Yeah for sure, later.” Mya hung up with a tiny headache just from talking to her then. Something in the back of her mind is telling her something else is about to come up. For the life of her she can’t even attempt to guess what.

  ~~~~~~~~~

  “Tracy, thanks so much for coming out with me. I really appreciate it.”

  “No problem Mya. I’m glad you think of me as a friend.”

  “Of course. We are going to be in each other’s lives for a long time to come, I can see it now. Finally Damon has found a good one.”