Zion made the face of someone who doesn't look scared but that's all he is.
He walked down the sidewalk, passing by people that don't know his situation and if maybe they did they'd show him some sympathy. He was 80% she was pregnant.
He turned the corner and walked in, going directly to near the section he's been before a million times. Not because he's had so many pregnancies scares, but because they thought it would be funny to place pregnancy tests directly next to condoms. Funny, right?
In this situation, no. It was like they were taunting him for his mistakes. He didn't at all like and now he felt like he wanted to throw up. Speaking of, he quickly visited the medicine section and picked up some Pepto-Bismol, just to see if that might be to her aid at all.
Zion headed to the cashier, sliding his items to the women, who barely interacted with Zion himself. Simply scanning the items, she handed them back to him in a bag and told him the price.
He gave her a few bills. "Keep the change. Thank you,"
"You have a nice day," The woman replied in a monotone voice.
He turned over his shoulder and headed for the door just to see the last person he'd probably want to see right now. He cursed to himself, almost loud enough to be heard by him.
Zion tried putting his head down but it didn't work.
"Aye, Z." He called out.
"I'm in a rush."
"Zion—"
"We don't have shit to talk about."
"Damn."
"Damn? Damn right," He walked passed Nick, bumping his shoulder. His attempt to be hard led to the things in his bag falling out onto the concrete.
He hurried and squatted to collect the things and place them back in the plastic bag. Nick didn't move, as he watched Z pick up the items for himself. "Pregnant?"
"Huh?" He acted cluelessly.
"Your dumbass got Amari pregnant," He shook his head.
He looked around just to see if anyone heard. Honestly, no one was around and if so, they weren't engaged enough to care about his debacle occurring as he stood. A bit embarrassed to say the least.
Nick chuckled. "Why? Or was it an accident? Last time I checked, you didn't want kids."
"This ain't none of your business anymore, okay?" He snarled towards him.
He placed his hands up jokingly in defense. With that, he gasped, "Oh I'm scared. Fuck off. Don't ask me for no help."
Zion rolled his eyes before turning his back on him without a blink. His hood went up as he made his commute back home quickly to his barfing girlfriend.
He jogged up the steps to see another dude he couldn't stand. Brandon was spotted leaving his apartment and locking it behind him as he looked to see Zion, making his way over to his door as well. Zion paused and looked over at him. Confused.
"You're minding your business this time?" He spoke.
He looked up at him and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Of course. I'm going out. Don't worry, I'll be back by curfew." He walked passed him and patted him on the back.
He sighed heavily.
"Oh, by the way," Brandon began.
Zion turned his head.
"I heard everything as per usual." He motioned to zipping his lips, locking the key and throwing over the balcony.
"It's not by choice, never really is. I just sit in silence and—"
"Go on, B."
He smiled before jogging down the steps to wherever he was going.
Zion finally got inside the apartment, tossing the bag into their sacred cabinet full of many more, taking the contents once within into the room with him. He pinched his hood off his head before peering around the corner to see her sitting on the sink, weeping.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he set the pregnancy test box and the Pepto-Bismol to the side of her. She looked up to see him and sucked her teeth.
"What?"
"Don't look at me like that I'm fine. I just don't feel good." She grabbed a tissue and wiped her tears quickly.
He placed his hand on her thigh. "I could've told you that but I don't think that's why you're crying right now," He then takes the pink medicine and untwist the cap, handing it to her.
"Here. Drink it."
She grabs it and gulps down half of the bottom. He watched in astonishment. "Not that much!"
"Blegh. No, I needed it. I just hate that it doesn't taste like bubble gum." She licked her lips.
He nodded. "Yea."
Amari looked to the side of her and grabbed the box, letting out a loud breath. She looked up at Zion, who stood in front of her now, eyeing her closely to see how she really felt.
But nothing. She tapped it twice and simply said. "I have to pee, so."
"Okay." He was nervous ever so suddenly.
Awkwardly, Z made his way out of the bathroom and sat on the bed, staring at the blank TV. Much like Amari did when she first got here. Now that he's delving into the thought, he would've never thought they'd get this far. Hell, be this close. She might have his baby in her stomach as he zoned out.
The toilet flushed and he never felt the urge to run out of a room so quick. He snapped himself out of the panicking mindset the best he could. The faucet turned on and he heard her humming again.
Amari walks out of the bathroom. "I got a little pee on my hands, that was gross." She kind of laughed.
"Where is it?" He asked, almost overlapping her words.
She pointed behind her. "On the sink. We have to wait for a little. Plus, if they worked that fast I wouldn't look at it right away."
Her face fell as she watched Z pick at his fingers like an oversized child. It was definitely having a larger effect on him than it was her. Now that she was aware, she realized she was brushing it off her shoulder like it was nothing big.
"Hey, are you okay?" She looked at him, as he made brief eye contact before focusing back on his fingers.
He simply pursed his lips. "I'm good."
She took a few steps behind her and picked up the test from off the counter. She didn't want to look at it right away so she held it up to Zion's face, which grew with fear.
He began to squint like he couldn't see. One line meaning not pregnant, two lines meaning pregnant. Once he saw two he leaned back away from it and looked her, then back at the test. She nervously bit her fingers.
"No."
"No?" She turned around and looked back at the test. It was very surprising to both. It was surely enough one line straight down. Though she was the one denying it, she's actually been pretty sure she was. With the caliber she was throwing up, it didn't make sense. Her heart dropped.
"There's many other things. Thank God you aren't pregnant," He let out a sigh of relief. Offended, she threw the test at him.
"Zion, what the fuck?"
He got up quickly. "We aren't at the part of our relationship where we take care of some else when we are still dealing with our own shit. So yes, thank God."
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