Chapter Twenty-Four

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After the blowup that happened at Mya's mom's place I decide that it would be a great time to take her out for some ice cream. Women love ice cream, especially when they are going through some things. I look up from my cake batter to see Mya playing with her double chocolate chip, I really don't want to be the type of person that's going to tell her that I didn't two dollars an ounce just for you to play with it. Mind you she also put crushed up Oreos into the mix, but I'm going to go there.

"Hey," I reach across the table to lightly grab her hand.

"Yes?" she looks up at me with tired eyes.

"You okay?" Really, that's all you have to say after everything, are you okay?

"Yeah, just emotionally drained, the emotions that was going on in both of the houses is exhausting."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For not going through talking with my dad, it's just that every time that woman talks to me or starts that comparison bullshit, I lose it. And I was really looking forward to the talk."

"I hope you know that not everything is going to go as planned, hints the baby," she rubs her flat tummy with a faint smile. "You know I really didn't want to have a baby until I was married, or at least in my early thirties.

"Hmm," was all I said as I stuff my mouth with ice cream.

"Did you ever want to get married?"

Here we go with the bullshit.

"If I ever meet the right girl?" that was the right thing to say, right?

"Did you want to marry Harriett?"

And there is the bullshit.

"No," I take a huge spoonful of the last bit of my ice cream.

"Don't just say it to say."

"I'm not! Okay, I was ju- look I thought that we were done talking about her?"

"You really did want to marry her?"

"I didn't the thought never really crossed my mind," and that is the truth, "but I'm done talking about this, I'm really done talking about her, so," I end the sentence there so that she can take a hint.

"Fine," she leans back into the seat with an attitude. I honestly thought that we moved passed this shit, for God's sake I deleted her number from my phone.

So clearly I'm over it.

"Look if we are going to make it through, whatever this is, you're going to have to pit whatever hostility you have towards her go. You don't see me questioning you about your ex," I refuse to say his name.

"Whatever," she drinks the rest of her ice cream, shit she might as well since it's now in a liquid form. "I'm ready to go," was all she said as she gets up from her seat walking out of the parlor.

After finishing up my ice cream, I too walk out of the building to see Mya leaning on my car texting away on her phone.

I hope that she knows that I didn't lock the door, but what she doesn't know won't kill her.

"You wanna get dropped off at your place or mines?" I ask opening the door for her.

"My place is fine."

"Cool," I can drop her off and attempt to do something around the house.

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"I'll call you tonight, I guess," I rub the back of my neck as we stand outside her door. A part of me wanted to literally drop her off at the front and leave, but my subconscious wouldn't let me. Even though she has done so plenty of times.

So here I am at her door not moving until she walks in and locks the door.

"I want you to come in, I have to talk to you about something," she unlocks the door and walks in with me sulking behind her.

"What is it that you have to tell me?" I ask getting comfortable on the couch with my keys close to me.

"On the way here I was thinking about the talk that we had back at the parlor, you know about marriage."

Oh for the love of God!

"Okay?" I try to keep my voice as calm as possible and my tone neutral, an argument is the last thing that I need to happen at the moment.

But I feel it coming.

"I want to get married before the baby is born. If we have to go down to the courthouse then so be it." I sat in silence not knowing what to say about this situation.

"Where is this coming from?"

"I want my, our, child to grow up in a two parent household. I didn't have that growing up, but I want my child to have that." You know in the back of my mind that sounds real convincing, but it just doesn't seem right to me.

"I don't want to do that," without looking at her I know that she is cussing me out with her eyes, but it's the truth.

"Why not?"

"It just doesn't seem genuine, where is the love? I'm not going to get married just because you're pregnant! Mya this isn't those cliché movies that you like to watch, for some bizarre reason, when the guy gets the girl pregnant and marries her just after a few weeks of knowing her."

"But your mom sai-"

"Who gives a fuck about what she says?! She says a lot of things that I don't listen to. The problem is that we could barely have a decent relationship and now you want to get married?"

So much for not wanting an argument.

"Yes the relationship part was my fault, I take full responsibility for that, but Tanner if we get married I promise that I will be a better wife than I was a girlfriend."

"Your treating this like it's a fucking joke," I laugh, only to keep myself from exploding.

"I'm not!"

"Yes the fuck you are!" calm down Tanner, just breath. "Sweetheart can we just take our time? You get pregnant and we haven't even been together for the past three months s-"

"There are people who haven't been together longer than that and they are still happily married."

"I understand that , but I am talking about us, I don't give a fuck about what other people do it's about what we're doing."

"So what are you trying to say?" she sits down on the love seat that is adjacent to the couch that I am still sitting in. Anxiously, I might add.

"If we still like each other, or there is some type of connection, after the baby is born then I might, keyword might, consider marriage. If not then we, well you, are just going to have to face the fact that we are going to be single parents.

She lets out a heavy sigh before leaning into the love seat, sulking again. "That's fine," she rolls her eyes which is telling me what I already knew, this isn't going to be the last time I hear about this.

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