by Sephiri J
I walked to my car and got on the highway to drive up to North Miami to see my OB/GYN. In twenty minutes, I pulled into the parking lot. I walked into the waiting room and checked in before I sat and flipped through a magazine while waiting to be called. I didn’t have to wait long before they called me to the back.
The nurse practitioner was in the back waiting for me, and when I walked in, she smiled at me.
“Hey, Sade. How’s it going?” she asked me. She was a shorter, stocky, black lady who looked like she was in her mid-50’s.
“I’m good. Nervous,” I said.
My stomach was doing flips because I was really nervous. I didn’t want there to be anything wrong with me, but finding out for sure would answer so many questions.
“You don’t need to be nervous. This won’t be long,” the nurse said.
“What do I need to do?” I asked while looking around the room.
“Take all your clothes off from the waist down, put this over your lower body, and lie down. I’ll be back in a minute,” she said and handed me one of those paper cover-ups.
I nodded and watched her as she walked out the room.
When the door closed, I quickly took off my jeans and my underwear then lay down on the examination table. The light was dim, and I stared above, me wondering what I would find out after this was all done.
There was a knock on the door, and the nurse came back inside.
“You ready?” she asked and smiled at me. I nodded. “Don’t be nervous. What I’m gonna do is called an HSG. I’m going to inject liquid dye through your vagina, and then I’ll take an x-ray to see if there are any blockages to your fallopian tube and uterus.”
“Is it going to hurt?” I asked and bit my bottom lip.
“No, mama. Just relax,” she said.
Thirty minutes later, I was putting my clothes back on and waiting patiently for her to come back with the results after she reviewed them. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through Instagram as I waited. Bo had posted a picture of her drink at the Cuban place and captioned it Lunch with the besties. That made me smile.
I scrolled down some more and saw that Greg had a picture up of him and his son Brandon. They were sitting on a couch both looking up at the camera and smiling hard. They looked so happy, and my heart tinged a little because I wanted to give him the same thing. I frowned for a minute and looked closer. That wasn’t our couch. Plus, when I looked in the corner of the picture where it was cropped, I saw another hand on Greg’s shoulder. I could barely see it because of the angle, but it was definitely a hand. I could make out the pinky finger, and it had long nails.
“He better not be taking pictures with Summer,” I said to myself as I felt my heart racing.
Greg told me multiple times that whenever he went to get Brandon from his mother, Summer brought him outside and he left. It was supposed to be just a hi and bye thing. He had zero reason to be in the house sitting on the couch with her, much less taking pictures. I couldn’t remember the last time we took a picture or the last time he put the two of us on his Instagram.
“All done,” I heard the nurse say from the door as she opened it and walked in with some papers in her hand.
I turned my phone off and put it down beside me. I could feel myself getting angry about what I had just seen, but this wasn’t the time. I needed to hear what these results said.
The nurse came over and gave me a comforting smile.
“So, your tubes work fine. I didn’t see any blockages or obstructions. From what I can see, your reproductive system is in great condition. Last time you were here, we checked to see if you were ovulating correctly, and you are, so we know that’s not the issue. Are you stressed out at home?” she asked me.
“Just about this, really,” I said, my voice drifting off as I thought about Greg again.
“I would suggest you try not to think about it. Easier said than done, I know. But when you try too hard, your body can feel it, and it might be affecting you on a mental and physical level,” she explained to me.
I exhaled and rubbed my temples. It was comforting to know that my body worked fine. But I was even more frustrated now because I had no idea what to do next.
“So, what do I do now?” I asked.
She laughed. “Keep trying. And enjoy the process,” she said before winking at me.
I laughed a little. Enjoying the process used to be easy. But now it just seemed like a chore, especially with how Greg had been acting.
“Okay, if you still have no luck in three months, we can do some follow up tests. You said your boyfriend has been tested before correct?” she asked me.
“No, he hasn’t. But he already has a son, so it can’t be a problem with him,” I said.
“He should come in and get tested anyway,” she said. “You never know, maybe what used to work for him doesn’t work anymore. It won’t hurt to check.”
“Yeah,” I said. The idea of bringing that to Greg didn’t sound fun at all. Plus, I needed to find out what the fuck was going on in this picture over anything else.
I got off the table and walked to the front to pay my co-pay then drove back to the house. When I stopped at a light I went back to his Instagram to take a look at the picture again.
“The fuck?” I said, scrolling down his page. The picture was gone. “Did he delete it?” I said and refreshed the page. But when it refreshed, it was still nowhere to be found. That was a big ass red flag to me.
Maybe he noticed the finger after he posted it, and that’s why he took it down. Now I was for sure going to bring it up as soon as I saw him at the house. I loved him with all my heart but I refused to let him play with me. If he was with Summer in her house like they were a whole family, the least he owed me was an explanation.
15
City
I was on the way to Guwop’s shop because he called me talking ’bout he had some shit to run by me. My stereo was blasting Meek’s last album, and I was thinking about the night I had with Bo. She was a dope ass chick. And she surprised me when she came out swinging at dumb ass Giselle. I couldn’t help chuckle to myself. She wasn’t a walk-over, and I loved that. I couldn’t wait to see her again.
I picked up my phone as I drove and sent off a quick text to her.
Me: What’s good? You keepin out of trouble?
A minute later, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw that she had texted me back.
Bo: Tryin :) just had lunch with a friend of mine. I’ll call you later.
I put the phone down and smiled to myself. For the first time in a minute, I was actually interested in more about a chick than just pussy. I kept to myself for the most part. If I wasn’t with my day one niggas or somewhere getting money, I was home chillin’. Yeah, there were bitches I kept around for when I needed some attention, but other than the short period that me and Giselle were more than friends, these bitches didn’t mean too much to me. There were some I liked more than the others. Like Armani and the nurse, Monica, who I fucked with here and there. But other than them, I wasn’t being a ho out in these streets.
My dick meant a lot to me, so I wasn’t tryin’ to catch something that might make it fall off. And even though I strapped up every time I got in some pussy, I didn’t need no kids by any of these bitches out here. Bo, though, had the potential of making me give her more than just some good dick. But, we would see. We still had a long ass way to go.
My phone was buzzing again, and I looked down to see if it was her. I frowned when I saw Monica’s name flashing on my screen. Monica was a chick I met about two years ago. I’d gone over to Miami Regional to see a friend of mine who got shot up in a robbery, and she’d been one of the nurses on duty. She was feeling a nigga hard and was all up in my face out the gate. She was a cute ass chick; red bone with dark eyes and a thick body. Plus, she liked girls too, so when we used to fuck, sometimes she would bring another bitch in to suck my dick and eat her out.
I never really fucked the other bitch, becau
se, like I said, my dick ain’t for everybody. But I loved fuckin’ the shit out of Monica while she had her head between the next bitch’s thighs. But, like Armani, Monica was just an easy fuck. Her pussy was good, and she liked me hard. She was loyal as fuck too, which was wild because I never asked her to cut off any other niggas for me.
When I was with Gisselle, she would hit me up to ‘check on me,’ but I peeped her game and knew she was trying to see if I was single yet. But, I would never wife Monica anyway. Outside of sex, we didn’t have shit in common. I didn’t feel nothing but lust when I looked at her, and I needed more than just someone to get my dick hard. I hadn’t spoken to her in a couple weeks, so I figured I’d see what she was on right now.
“Yo,” I said, answering over Bluetooth.
“Hey stranger,” she said. She sounded like she was in a car driving.
“What’s good?” I asked while tapping on the steering wheel and reaching in the center console for some gum.
“Nothing much. It’s been a minute. How you been?” she asked.
“Chillin,” I said and put a stick of gum in my mouth.
“Mmmm hmm,” she said.
She sounded like she had some other shit to say, and I raised an eyebrow.
“You sound like somethings on your mind. What’s good?” I asked again.
“Nothing much. When am I gonna see you? It’s been like three weeks,” she said.
“Yeah, but last time we saw each other, you got in your feelings over some bullshit. So, I just been givin’ you space and doin’ me,” I said.
Last time I fucked Monica, I guess the dick had her in her feelings. Right after I nutted, she burst out crying, talking about she loved our connection and why couldn’t we be something more serious? It came out of nowhere to me because I fucked with her, but it wasn’t like I fucked her every day or some shit. We legit saw each other like once a month, if that. And I already told her we were just fuck buddies and nothing else. So, when she had that little meltdown, I stepped back and kept her at a distance.
“I wasn’t in my feelings,” she said, and I knew she was rolling her eyes at me. “I was just telling you how I felt. But I don’t even want to talk about that. I’m just trying to see you because it’s been a while.”
“Nah, I’m good on it. You lookin’ for a nigga who can love you and shit, and you know I’m not the one for all that. Not for you, anyway,” I said as I made a left turn.
“Nigga, stop. I just wanted some dick,” she said with more animosity than I expected. I could tell she must be mad about something, but I had no idea what because I hadn’t seen her in a minute.
“The fuck you raisin’ your voice to, though?” I said annoyed. “If you don’t chill the fuck out with all that, you ’bout to be talkin to an empty line. You want dick, there’s a million other niggas who can break you off. Matter fact, I know you got a list of bitches with straps. Hit them bitches up. The fuck.”
“I don’t want no other niggas or no plastic dicks, Cit., I wanted you,” she said. She was whining now, and I was getting a headache.
“Monica, I got shit to do aight. But maybe I’ll hit you later,” I said just to get her off my phone. Plus, I was pulling up to Guwop’s shop, and I really wasn’t trying to hang up in her face.
“But you got time for Bo, though. Why you hanging out with her when you know I been wanting to spend time with you?” she asked.
I raised my eyebrow. “How the fuck you know I been chillin’ with Bo?”
“She told me, nigga,” she said with a whole attitude. “I been friends with her for a minute.”
I had no idea Monica was friends with Bo. To be honest, I didn’t know much about Monica except that she was a nurse. I didn’t know anything about her friends or family, what she liked to eat or what her favorite color was. Our interactions never went past sex, so there was no reason for me to know any of that.
“What she say about me?” I said because I couldn’t help it.
“Nigga, that don’t matter,” she said to me angrily.
I sucked my teeth. “Whatever, man. I didn’t know Bo was your friend, but even if I did, that don’t even matter no way. Me and you not together, and you been knowin’ that,” I said and got ready to hang up.
“She’s not trying to fuck with you like that,” Monica said before I could exit the conversation. “She was in love with her ex for years, and they damn near almost got married. So, if you think she’s looking for anything serious with you, you’re wrong as fuck. She might want some dick to get her mind off her ex, but don’t think it’s gonna be more than that.”
I felt myself getting hot as she spoke.
“Monica, get the fuck off my phone, man,” I said before I angrily hung up.
She’d hit a nerve with me, and I wasn’t trying to hear it. Yeah, I knew Bo had just gotten out of something and probably wasn’t in the mind frame to be with the next nigga. But I wasn’t no ordinary nigga. I didn’t give a fuck about who she was with, who she was marrying, or who she loved before she met me. Them niggas didn’t matter to me. But if Monica was her friend for real, she had me wondering if Bo said something to her about not wanting to fuck with me like that. The last thing I was ’bout to be was just dick to a chick I was feeling. So, I was gonna have to see what was up with that next time I saw Bo.
Pushing all that from my head, I stepped out the car and walked up to Guwop’s shop. It was busy in there as usual, and I soon found him out back in the garage with some of the mechanics.
“You made it,” he said and dapped me up.
“Yeah, nigga, I told you I was comin’. You stayin’ busy in this bitch. I see you,” I said as I looked around. He had about seven cars on machines raised up as his mechanics worked on them, and a bunch of people were in the waiting room.
“Let’s talk,” he said then turned and walked to the far side of the shop where I knew his office was.
We walked in, and I closed the door behind me.
“What’s this secret shit you got me drivin’ over here for in the middle of the week, nigga? Got me thinking it’s some top level shit cuz you wouldn’t even say what it’s about over the phone,” I asked and sat down in a chair on the other side of his desk.
“I got a business opportunity,” he said and chuckled. “But you know I gotta be extra careful with my shit.”
“What sorta opportunity?” I asked.
“Lucas came at me and told me about this nigga he know who’s transportin’ some classics in three weeks. I’m thinking ’bout robbing him,” Guwop explained.
I raised my eyebrow and sat up, so I could lean forward on my knees.
“Come again?” I said.
Guwop leaned forward too. “He’s in on it. The cars have insurance, so he won’t be out. He just wants 10%. He’s gonna tell me when his guy who’s in on it is drivin’ the truck, so we can run up on him and take the cars. It’s ’bout fifteen of them cars, so I just gotta find enough ppl and set up a warehouse to break the shit down.”
“How much you thinkin’ you can make off this shit?” I asked.
“At least a mill, nigga,” Guwop said.
“And you trust this nigga that Lucas knows?” I asked skeptically. Something didn’t sit right with me about this for some reason.
“I don’t know him, but Lucas swears the nigga legit and clean,” Guwop said and shrugged.
There was silence between us as I thought about this idea G just threw at me. I was always a cautious ass nigga, especially when it came to shit like that. So, I didn’t know if I was feeling it.
“And you trust Lucas that much that you willing to ride with him on a nigga you ain’t know shit about or never met?” I asked, looking Guwop dead in the face.
Me, Lucas, and G all used to be friends a while back. But, for whatever reason, about a year ago, Lucas started distancing himself from me, and I couldn’t figure out why. I wasn’t the type to run after a nigga and ask him why he wasn’t fuckin’ with me like that no more. If you wa
s with me, you was with me. If you wasn’t, move the fuck on. So, me and him just drifted and never really spoke that often. But he and Guwop were still mad cool.
“Yeah, I trust him,” Guwop answered. “I thought about it and talked to him again about how this shit would all work. I think I could pull it off. On some real shit. The connect he got seems legit. I know you not fuckin with Lucas like that right now, but he good’s with me.”
I looked at him then down at the ground and nodded slowly. G was like my brother. I might have uncertainties about this, but if he felt good about it, I was good to ride too.
“Aight, bruh. Tell me what you need, and I’m there,” I said, looking back at him.
“I just need you to drive one of the cars when we pull up on them,” he said, and I nodded.
“Aight,” I said. I still wasn’t 100% on this whole thing, and I knew it showed in my face.
“I don’t even know why you and Lucas don’t kick it anymore, to be honest,” Guwop said. “Cuz, if you did, you could hit him up and hear out his mouth that he’s not on some fuck shit.”
“Ask your boy what happened because I still have no idea. One minute we cool, then next minute, he looking at me crazy and making little comments like a bitch. You’d think this nigga was getting dick from me or some shit. I’m good off him,” I said and stood to get going.
Guwop chuckled. “You stupid, nigga. The two of you need to sit down and figure that shit out. Cuz ain’t no reason, bruh.”
I looked at him and sucked my teeth. “I’m out. Hit me up and let me know what you need for this thing.”
“Aight,” he said before I walked back to my car.
I hadn’t expected to hear a proposition like that, but if Guwop was comfortable with it, I’d ride with it and see what happened. I jumped in my car and sent off a quick text to Bo. I was missing her face and wanted to see her again. She better say yes too, I wasn’t playin’.
16
Lucas
