As always, Brianna’s previous stories are below! NSFW language

 

“Um, I have some news Vic.”  She was smiling.  Almost happy.  Attempting to make a moment what it wasn’t.  “I’m pregnant.”

When she told me the news, I didn’t understand- for obvious reasons.  We stood outside of her house, in the cold, she was smoking.  She put out the cigarette.

“What about your girlfriend?”

“What do you mean?”  She seemed genuinely perplexed. 

“Um, your girlfriend.  The one that lives here.  This means you cheated on her.  She’ll find out.”

“Oh”, she said, “I kicked her out.”

At this point, while early in my career, I’d already learned poor relationship choices are common.  She was no different.  A product of a terrible upbringing.

“So…who’s the father?”  An easy and obvious question.

“Um…I’m not sure.”  I guess I don’t know if I expected any different. She continued, “I think it’s this nigga I picked up at the club.  Me and my girlfriend picked up friends.” (Jesus Christ)

“Oh…okay…so…we need to call the doctor.”

Several weeks later, we went to the doctor for her first visit.  We were walking in, when suddenly, she stopped short of the door, reached in her purse, and pulled a single cigarette and lighter. 

“Brianna, what are you doing?”

“I’m cutting back, I just want a couple of puffs.” 

She lit her cigarette, and stood in front of the door, smoking.  This was a glass door.  The staff were staring at us.  A nurse shook her head at me.  This was going to be a long nine months.

“What are you talking about?  You can’t smoke, put it out.”  I found myself getting worked up.  I needed to check myself.

They did a sonogram.  It was an intimate moment.  She cried.  I had mixed emotions.  After all, this was a beautiful moment, to see a child on the screen, but at the same time, I knew this child was being born into a terrible environment.  It was a quiet moment.  She finally spoke, looking at the monitor the entire time.

“That nigga better pay child support.”

The nurse pretended not to hear her, looking awkwardly down at her machinery.

I just stared at the screen, quietly, in my thoughts.  I sighed. 

-RMV

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