Chapter 17
"Tammy it's not my fault your man doesn't give you enough attention at home. Maybe talk to him about that, so you can actually get some dick and stop masturbathing to your expensive clothes." —Angel
Two Months Later...
"Who are we waiting on?" Nicole asked, putting on red lipstick.
Kianna sighs, slipping her blue pumps on. "Tammy, who else?"
Kianna, Nicole, Tammy and I were going to the clinic for the appointment for my baby. I was now five months pregnant, so it was hard to hide it from them. They learned about it a little after I temporarily moved in with Kianna and Capri. I lied to them and they believe Money knew. I didn't want anybody too much in my business.
I haven't been to the clinic since the first time which was horrible, but I was terrified of going back after what happened. The girls were coming with me for support just to have someone there and because they knew what happened all those months ago. I really appreciated it. I knew I'd have some explaining to do when Money returned, but for now he wasn't here.
I roll my eyes and get up from the couch, "I'll go get her." I walk to the bathroom door in the hallway and give it a hard knock, "Tammy, we're ready to go!"
"Okay, just one minute!" She yelled back.
She'd been in there for forty five minutes and it wasn't even her house. She came from her place already dressed like she was going to walk on the runway. Yet was still locked up in Kianna's bathroom trying to look extra cute. She did a lot for a woman who wasn't trying to get a man on the side.
When I return to the living room, Kianna stands up. "How I look girl?"
I look over the teal blue clip-ons mixed into her wavy black hair. She was wearing a light blue romper, with tan wedges that had blue straps around her ankles. Shimmery lips gloss was on her full lips and she sported gold bangle earrings with her name written across the earring in script.
"Okay miss Sexy, slow it down before Capri come out here and catch a fit."
Nicole and I laugh as she waves me off. I made sure to keep my outfit simple today. A white button up shirt and some jeans. I was past my bump stage and it was obvious I was pregnant. I was going to learn the gender today. I was really excited wondering what the sex was going to be.
If it was a boy I could imagine he and Money being attached at the hip and our little baby wanting to be just like his daddy. If it was a girl I could picture him spoiling her. Giving her cookies when I tell him not too and her giving me attitude because I was hogging her daddy. I was blushing so hard I was sure I was looking crazy.
The bathroom door opens and Tammy finally comes out. She wore a short blonde bob style. It looked good with her skin tone, though. Her Vera Wang dress swept the floor and I couldn't see her shoes because the dress covered it.
We all grabbed our handbags and headed toward the door. The girls and I had become real close over time. I loved hanging out with them because they had become the first female friends I had. The first friends I had, in general. Going to the ultrasound wouldn't be as fun as I hoped it would be, because I rather Money be there with me. But that couldn't be the case so I was grateful for who I did have with me.
The women all rode their own cars here, but we all get in Kianna's Porsche 911 Turbo Cabriolet. It was customized with blue rims. If you didn't know her personally you could still guess what her favorite color was.
The car ride was quiet for a while, until Nicole started telling us about some juicy drama going on in her neighborhood. Something about two neighbors feuding because the son of one neighbor is suspected of secretly dating the other neighbor's daughter, who's underaged. When that conversation died down, the girls began to ask me about the baby.
"So what do you hope the gender of the baby is?" Nicole asks. I twist my lips to the side, never having really thought about it.
"I don't really care, as long as the baby is healthy. But I have a feeling it's a girl." I say going based off a dream I had a while ago. It was me and this random little girl in a park. She was about six years old so I assumed it was a hint of it being my daughter in the future.
Tammy who of course always has to be in the front seat, even when she's not driving, turns around in the passenger seat and looks at me. "Hm. Can you imagine Money being a father? I mean, he's just so disrespectful. He cheated on you and acted like he didn't care, which is the reason your living with Kianna right now. What kind of man treats a woman he really loves that way? And you seem so happy to have his baby."
The whole car got silent, only the sound of cars flying by in the opposite direction as we passed. I see Kianna and her share a look, but Tammy shrugged like it was nothing and started humming a song under her breath.
I was embarrassed but also annoyed. I knew Tammy could be really bitchy and condescending, but who made comments like that?
"Don't worry about her, she didn't mean it like that." Nicole said next to me, lightly touching my shoulder.
"No it's okay, I think she meant it exactly like that. Money hasn't been the best person in the world these last few months, you're right. That doesn't mean hurt our child because he hurt me. I'm sorry but my baby has nothing to do with what his father did, so yes I am proud to have his baby and he's gonna be a fine father even if he needs to work on being a spouse." I say. Which was a complete lie, because he didn't even want the baby. And if these women found out my own husband didn't want a baby with me, they'd never let me live it down.
The car regained it's silence but I was so annoyed I had to say something else.
"Not all of us grew up being spoiled bitches, Tammy."
"Okay, okay. Girls!" Nicole said.
Tammy just giggled but didn't say anything else.
I pull out my cellphone just to occupy myself with something. I don't know if it was the hormones but I felt like reaching up front and grabbing the steering wheel just to see if Tammy would still be laughing. Fucking bitch, I thought. I go back to my phone to cool myself down. I stare at some pictures of Money and I. They were older pictures of when we were teenagers. I have some from when we were as young as twelve and fourteen.
I smiled and bit my bottom lip. We looked so happy, back then is when Money had stolen us our first cellphone ever. It was a Motorola flip phone. I had transferred all those pictures to my new phone once we started to get on our feet a little with doing stickups and was able to buy new things.
I smile at this one picture in particular. I remember it so clearly. We had first started running the streets and had nowhere to go. On this day, Money left me in the park to go get us something to eat. I was by the swing set taking pictures in my dirty white t-shirt and bright red leggings.
I had the camera far enough to where I could get a whole shot of my body. When I was about to take the picture, someone smacked my leg scaring me half to death. My finger ended up clicking the button so when I looked at the photo; it was an image of me making one of the ugliest faces from being scared half to death and Money in the background.
There was another picture with Money and I's cheeks plastered next to each other. If I remember clearly, I was sitting on his lap in a public library. Adults kept passing and shaking their heads, we probably looked really fresh. We took one like that, cheek to cheek. Then another with me holding his face, kissing his cheek with one of his eyes closed.
