I took a seat on the chair in the corner while we waited for our doctor to come. 15 minutes later, a short Asian woman came in, and I assumed she was the doctor.
“Hello, Ms. Jones, nice to see you again,” she said, walking over to Imani and shaking her hand. I stood up to shake her hand while I introduced myself as well.
“So what’s going on, Ms. Jones? I was told that you were in a little bit of pain this morning,” she said, sitting down on her chair. Imani shot me a deadly look and rolled her eyes at me.
“Is that what he told you? Doctor Lee, honestly I’m fine,” she said, staring at me the whole time. The doctor chuckled and looked between myself and Imani.
“Well, it’s often that the daddy will seem to be a little too overprotective of his wife while she is carrying. Especially if this is her first pregnancy. Let’s take a look here,” she said, going over to the sink and washing her hands, and then grabbing a pair of gloves out of the cabinet to put them on.
Next, she lifted Imani’s shirt and took the gel-like substance, and rubbed it on Imani’s stomach. She reached to the left of her and turned on the machine. I walked over and stood next to the doctor. I didn’t want to miss shit; I wanted to see everything that was going on. There was a lot of noise I heard going on, and then eventually we heard a little heartbeat.
“There it is, do you guys hear that?” the doctor asked us. Imani shook her head yes with a smile on her face. Looking at the screen, my baby just looked like a little peanut.
“We’ll be able to find the sex in a couple of months,” the doctor told us.
She wiped the gel off of Imani’s stomach and pulled her shirt back down. She went over and took the pictures of the ultrasound out of the printer, and handed us two each.
“Okay Ms. Jones, you guys just go out front and schedule your next appointment. It was nice seeing you again Imani, you guys take care,” the doctor told us before she walked out.
This time, Imani walked to the front desk. She scheduled when we would come back next, and we left. We walked down to the elevator, and Imani wanted to start with the bullshit as soon as we got back in the parking garage.
“Umm, you need to apologize to me,” she said, getting in front of me while I was trying to get in the car.
“Mani gone on with that bullshit. What the fuck I’m apologizing to your ass for?” I asked, looking down at her short ass.
“For slamming me like that this morning, and for bringing me here when I had already told you that I didn’t get an abortion,” she said with her finger all in a nigga’s face.
“Imani, get the fuck out of my face with that bullshit. You might not have got the abortion, but I’m pretty sure that the thought did come across your mind. The clinic you went to was simply an abortion clinic. They don’t do checkups and shit there, they kill babies. So miss me with that bullshit,” I said.
“Okay, I did go in there. At the time, I really didn’t know if I was ready for a baby. Plus, my mom is pissed at me, so I just was confused,” she said, looking at the floor.
“Are you fuckin your mama or are you fuckin me?” I yelled.
“That’s not the fuckin point Rashard, damn,” she cried. I didn’t want to stress Imani while she was carrying my baby, so I decided to leave the situation alone. At least for now.
“Get in the car Imani,” I said, stepping back so she could walk over to her side of the car.
She wiped her eyes and walked over to her side, and got in. We drove in complete silence until Imani spoke up.
“Can you take me to Nae’s house please?” she asked me.
“I’m not taking you nowhere. Your ass is about to go home. You’re on punishment,” I said to her.
“Punishment? Nigga I’m grown,” she said.
“Yeah, you grown alright,” I said sarcastically.
I pulled into my driveway and parked the car on the sidewalk while I waited for Imani to get out. I was going to go to the shop and hang with my niggas for a while. I was honestly happy that Imani didn’t do that foul shit, because Lord knows I wouldn’t be able to forgive her ass if she would have done it. I love Imani with everything that beats in me, but I promise that would have been the end of the road for us.
“You said I was going home! Take me home! I don’t want to stay here,” she pouted, with her spoiled ass.
“Imani, stop fuckin playing with me and go in the house,” I said. Damn she been getting on my nerves all damn morning. I loved the fuck out of her, but she made a nigga want to jack her little ass up with that slick ass mouth.
“You just want me to go so you can go to the shop and hang around all those ugly ass bitches,” she said, with her jealous ass. I couldn’t do nothing but laugh at her funny ass. Fuckin with them thot bitches that be hanging out at the shop was the last thing on my mind.
“Imani go, I ain’t playing with you,” I said. She reached for the door handle and sucked her teeth.
“Fuck you Rashard,” she said, and tried to get out. I slapped her on the ass hard as hell, and she turned back around.