Two Weeks Later

It's been two weeks since she walked out. It may not seem like a long time but it is. I'm so used to being around her 24/7. This shit is all my fault. 

I wasn't thinking straight. Now she left. What's I'm worried most about is her leaving me, though. I can and will not let that happen. I want to call her, want to drive to her mama's house and beg her to come back but I know she needs the space. She needs to think. 

I don't even remember the last time we got in an argument like that. The pain in her eyes when she said I cheated on her just... killed me.

No, she's had enough space. I gotta call her.

Nola's P.O.V

"Nola come out the room." My mama said, knocking on the door. 

I was laying on the bed, crying. I have done nothing but cry and eat. I didn't think Jahseh would ever do this. I know he was drunk but that doesn't even matter. He was still aware of what he was doing. 

My phone began ringing snapping me out of my thoughts. I picked it up and saw it was him. I didn't know whether to accept it or not. I mean, it has been two weeks.

"Hello?" I sniffed, wiping away my tears.

"Nola?" He said in a surprised tone. He probably didn't expect me to answer because I'm so stubborn. "Y-you good?"

"No. I feel horrible." I answered truthfully.

"You don't know how sorry I am. I can't believe I could even do something like that. If you hate me, I unders--"

I cut him off, "I don't hate you. I hate what you did."

"I know, baby." I know I'm mad at him right now but I love when he calls me that.

"Are you sure that you... actually slept with her?" I asked.

"I honestly don't know what I did after I got in the car. I just thought she we were going to her house to drop her off then I could drive home. I don't know how I ended up in her house. I really regret whatever I did. You're not, uh, rethinking us getting married right?"

Of course I didn't But I couldn't let him know that or he might think he's off the hook. "I don't know Jahseh." I lied.

"I... I'm comin' to get you Nola." He says, then hangs up.

***

In 20 minutes, I'm being dragged out of the house. I'm too pregnant to fight with him. He tries to turn the car on but I quickly snatch the keys out of the ignition. "I'm not going anywhere. You could talk to me right here." I say, crossing my arms.

He leaned his head back on the head rest, "You don't wanna marry a jit' no more?"

"What gave you that idea?" I sarcastically ask.

"You.. you said you were rethinking it." He frowned.

"Well. How would you feel if I got drunk and went to some guys' house? How would you feel?" I said raising my voice.

"I'd probably kill that puss ass nigga for even touchin' you." He mumbled, gripping the steering wheel.

"Exactly. So you can't expect me to forgive you so quickly." I said.

"You don't have to but you comin' home with me." He said, putting the keys back into the ignition.

"You don't tell me what to do." I snap.

"Yes I can! You my wife!" He shouted.

I reach for the door handle and pull but it's locked. "Open the door."

He hits the steering wheel, "Fuck, Nola! Why you being so fuckin' difficult? Just talk to me."

"About what? I already said what I had to say. And stop yelling at me."

"I'm sorry but... you can't leave me. Even if you... don't wanna get married, Ima steel fight for you. I'm not lettin' you go." He sighed.

I didn't say anything.

"Please come back home with me. I've been sleeping on the couch because I can't sleep in the bed without you there." He says in a much calmer tone.

"Can I got get my stuff?"

"No. You can get it later. You might change your mind in there. I just wanna go home right now." He says before pulling off.

After 10 minutes of silence, I finally speak. "Why were you so angry at me?"

"I don't even know. I think I have to go back to therapy because of..."

"X." I say finishing his sentence. I knew he wouldn't be gone forever.

"Yeah..." He trails off.

~

"Nola." I hear Jahseh say. "We're home.. Wake up."

I didn't even realize that I fell asleep. I must really be exhausted. I nod and climb out the car then I wait for him at the elevator.

After he came, it finally opened and we stepped on going to the 8th floor.

When the elevator door opens, my mouth hung open at the mess. The table was knocked over, the curtain were hanging from the window... It's was just a fuckin' mess.

I chuckle at the thought of him throwing all this stuff around. It's nice to see that he was hurting as much as I was. I walk over all the stuff, to the cabinet where extra blankets were kept.

"Whatchu doin?" I hear Jahseh ask.

"I'm about to go to bed." I answer.

"No... it's fine. You sleep in the bed. I'll sleep on the couch." He insists.

"Okay."

When I was done getting myself ready for bed, I go into the living room to say goodnight. He's just laying there watching Anime. Something he will never grow out of. "Goodnight."

He looks up and smiles. "Goodnight."

I smile and walk back upstairs into the humongous bedroom. I got into bed and clapped, making the lights turn off. I snuggled into the blanket and tried to go to sleep but I couldn't.

I haven't slept ever since I left. Coming back home didn't make this any easier. I then felt the other side of the bed shift and his arms wrap around me. It's a really good feeling.

"I couldn't sleep." He whispers.

"Me either." I sighed.

"I feel him kicking." I could tell that he was smiling. 

I put my hand over his to feel little Jahseh kicking. It feels so weird to have another human inside of you. I giggle and turn around, laying my head on his chest. I know I shouldn't be acting like this right now but I can't help it. I love him too much no matter what he did.

"I lied earlier today... I'm not rethinking us getting married."

He kisses my forehead, "Good. I thought you were really gonna leave."

We stayed silent until we both fell asleep.

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