Months passed by as Milani lamented the loss of her home, her companion, and her dignity. Nobody believed her when she clarified that she didn't cheat. Every individual colleague of hers betrayed her calling her a slut, a whore and even further repulsive unpleasant words. People say words hurt more than actions do. They beat you deep in your heart and the pain will never go away, not even a sorry can heal the hurt caused by words. Every acquaintances, comprised people she would associate with when going to business parties with Caesar all gossiped about her.
She tried going to her brother-in-laws mansion to communicate with him but all she got was hurt. He was consistently there for her whenever she desired a friend and for him to call her a tramp made her feel insignificant. He didn't strike Milani but his words hurt more than a punch could. She truly had nobody in her old life that believed her.
Ever since she caught her husband with Sarah she wanted to scream, to regurgitate, to weep but she couldn't do anything she felt paralyzed. To Milani nothing else could break her, she was already broken.
"Lani I'm back from work," The apartment was silent which wasn't surprising to Jasmine. Every day for the past two month Milani had been living with Jasmine. All you could hear were her sobs or her munching up a bag of chocolate and ice cream. Jasmine laid her bag on the kitchen counter as she headed to her bedroom to change. While she was walking, she heard a cry coming from Lani's room. Opening the door she glanced around and saw she could see was Milani crouched in the dim-lighted bathroom puking her guts out.
Jasmine scrambled to her friend's side pulling her hair back into a ponytail. She helped her up to stand after she was finished vomiting. "Honey, are you sure you're ok? You've been vomiting for a while now, do you need me to check if you have a fever?" She stared at Jasmine with a miserable vacant expression. "I don't know Jas maybe it's a flu," Milani slouched over the sink gripping her belly. "Come on, let me go take your temperature." Jasmine urged as she pulled out a spare thermometer. Her friend looked perplexed as she looked at the thermostat which read 96.7.
"Honey, you're not sick, you're fever free. Do you think something else could set off your vomiting? Did you eat something sour today that might have caused you food poisoning?" Milani shook her head signaling she hadn't. Suddenly that's when the thought hit her. "Babe when was your last period?" Jasmine watched as Milani's face turned white. "No, no, no I can't be pregnant, I'm not pregnant Jasmine, it's just a flu. Please tell me I'm not pregnant." Milani pleaded holding onto her friend's arm. "Just in case I'll rush to the store and purchase you some test okay," Jasmine smiles as she snatched her keys then headed out the apartment.
Running into cvs Jasmine grabbed 8 packs of various pregnancy test, just to be safe. When she set the pregnancy tests in front of the pharmacologist, she could sense the old woman's displeasure. She glared at Jasmine as she rang her up, judging her. "Listen old woman, I don't give a fuck what you might think. Frankly, I think no one does. But you aren't about to criticize me because I'm purchasing pregnancy tests. So you can just fuck off and mind your damn business."
Instead of waiting for her foolish input Jasmine dashed back into her car. The trip wasn't that long since the drugstore was five blocks away from her apartment. By the time she got home, night had fallen and overflowed the streets with a coat of darkness. She got out her car and slammed the door open, rushing down the hallway towards the bathroom.
Milani was grateful for Jasmine return then anxious in the next breath. She couldn't take the test. What if I'm pregnant? What if I have to raise this baby as a single parent? Will I be a proper mom? Or will I turn out an awful mother? Milani felt wet tears spring down her lip at the thought that she'd be a terrible mother.
She prayed that she wasn't pregnant as she took the tests from Jasmines palm, going into the bathroom then closing the door. After ten minutes of her chugging down four bottles of water she peed on all eight sticks. She was impatient and emotional... nothing like the woman she formerly knew, which saddened her. Milani grew more fearful the nearer time got; her mother was right about the way she constantly pathetically get scared in situations.
On the other side of the door, Jasmine rose and paced the room. As Milani and her stuck around for the test results to come in and tell them whether she would have to become a mother.
Waiting was much simpler for Jasmine than for Milani. She could tell her friend was anxious to get the results. After five minutes passed by with her picking at the chairs design and Lani in the bathroom the alarm rang signaling the results were ready.
She bolted up, scurrying for the bathroom with a palm over her mouth. Milani collapsed on her knees and vomited in the toilet while Jasmine sealed her eyes from the scene in front of her. Soon after she stepped out the bathroom with eight positive pregnancy tests.
She flung herself into her friends' arms and sobbed herself free of tears. "What am I going to do? I can't be a mom, I don't know how to take care of myself right now. I can't bear a baby into this life knowing that they'd suffer." Jasmine caressed her fear friend's cheek humming her nothing but pure melodies. "It'll be alright love, I'm here for you whether you have them." Milani whipped her tears then sat up facing her friend. "I couldn't possibly terminate the baby, nor do I have the heart to turn it up for adoption." She pulled her hands from the hug then shakily brought it up to her tummy. "I'm having them," she chuckled back a tear.
Milani eagerly slumped into her friends embrace and welcomed the warm lips that sought to her forehead. "Then I'm here for you baby girl, permanently."