"Aaguh" Samara gagged as she sat on her marble bathroom floor hugging the toilet . Vomit erupted from her violently and Samara couldn't help but to think that she was dying. For the past five months, the baby growing inside her belly had been kicking her ass.
I'm definitely out of my first trimester. Samara thought, so why am I still having morning, no, all day sickness? She asked herself. Nausea consumed Samara's body all day , everyday. Unable to keep food down most of the time, you would think that she'd barely be showing at five months. But Samara's over emotional ass was eating everything in sight- it didn't matter that she threw most of it up. So Samara was definitely sporting a pregnancy pudge. Her nose had spread, as well as her ass and hips; Samara hated looking at herself in the mirror these days because she felt disgusting.
Samara's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she heard the sound of her best friend's voice.
"Mara!" Tristan called from the bottom of the staircase.
"Bitch are you okay?! Sounds like you deepthroating ten dicks up there!"
Samara couldn't help but to laugh out loud. Tristan had been her best friend for fifteen years. She was the ying to her yang; her ride or die.
"Girl shut the fuck up" Samara yelled back. " Come help me get my big ass off
this floor!"Seconds later, Tristan was at her side , pulling her to her feet.
"Heffa, I ain't the one who got you pregnant" Tristan stated. " Where the fuck is Will anyway?"
"Fuck Will. He's exactly where he wants to be. With that crazy bitch Erica"
Samara answered.
At this point, Samara was holding back tears. She had not talked to Will since that day she kicked him out of her hospital room after his ex wife had given her a concussion...before she found out that she was pregnant with his child. It wasn't a day that passed that she didn't think about him.
There had been so many times she wanted to tell Will that she was pregnant; she wanted to mend things for the sake of their unborn child. But after hearing through mutual acquaintances that Erica was pregnant too, she couldn't.
"Girlll stop" Tristan interjected. "If that man knew you were carrying his seed, he would be right here, under your stubborn ass. He's not because you won't let him. Erica's baby probably not even his! You know that she's for the streets!"
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Will sat leaned back in a recliner as he stared at Samara's contact photo in his phone. Damn, she is beautiful. He thought to himself. Before he even noticed that he had pressed the call button, his phone was ringing in his ear. No answer.
"Fuck!" Will yelled out, with the urge to break his phone into pieces after leaving yet another voicemail for Samara. He knew that she had been checking then deleting them because her mailbox wasn't full yet-- he'd been leaving at least two a day for the past five months.
"What's wrong bae?" Erica asked, as she entered the room, noticing the frown on WIll's
face.
Will turned to face Erica. "Nothing." he replied quickly. "Just trying to get in touch with
one of my employees", he lied.
"Oh baby, I hope everything goes well with the new account you guys are working on" Erica stated. " You deserve it," she continued. "Annnd, our baby will be spoiled" she smiled, rubbing her non-existent belly.
Will cringed, as he always did when Erica brought up their unborn child. Will knew deep down that that was the reason Samara refused to answer his calls- she had to have heard Erica is pregnant. Initially, Will did not believe Erica was pregnant because he had convinced himself that he did not have sex with her, he would never do that to Samara.
But after Erica showed him a sonogram and paperwork from her obstetrician , his worst fears were confirmed. WIll had cheated, lied and hurt the woman he said he loved; he had a baby on her...with his ex wife. It was like Will was the epitome of the stereotypical Black man; he was a whole hoe out here in these streets.
Will forced a smile before responding. "Yeah, if its anything like its mama...I'm going to need to get three new accounts'' he stated, only half joking.
Erica had always been high maintenance and some would say she was a low key gold digger. She was milking this pregnancy; Will was sponsoring bi weekly trips to the spa for prenatal massages, buying top quality strollers, car seats, an elaborate crib and baby clothes galore. Don't get it twisted though, Will had no qualms about providing for his child.
However, Erica is not who he envisioned having his first child with, although they were married for six years. Will dreamed of starting a family with Samara- he wanted her to have his seed, come home to her after a long day at the office and make love to her every night...and day.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Erica snapped, snatching him back to reality. "You're always saying some slick shit. It's like you don't even want to be here with me".
"I don't," Will stated bluntly, before Erica could get another word out. "Let's not pretend that we are making a family together. I'm only here to support you
because I know you have very few friends and no family Erica. I need to make sure my baby is straight".
Erica scoffed at Will. "Yet, you're fucking me Will! How does that work?"she asked before answering the question herself "I guess I'm good enough for you to stick your dick in but not start a family".
Ex-fucking -actly, Will thought to himself.
"Look Erica, let's not start with the extra bullshit. I'm here with you" he said looking to Erica with sincere eyes. "We're doing this together. I can't tell you what the future holds, but you know I'm gone always keep it one hundred with you".
"Fuck you!" Erica shot back, tears forming in her eyes. She was in her feelings now. "I know you hate me, but I have been doing everything under the sun to get you to see that I'm sorry for our past and that I love you" she stated wholeheartedly.
Although WIll had no intentions on taking it there with Erica ever again in life, he knew that he was being a straight up asshole towards her, and she did not deserve that. He just missed Samara.
"I'm sorry" Will apologized. He hesitated before continuing, making sure he chose his next words carefully. " I guess there is no reason why we can't have a good friendship. We have a lot of history and I still care about you. Let's just let things flow. No need to force it."
Will smiled at Erica, then opened his arms to invite her in for a hug. "Truce?"
Erica did not move right away. But she knew she couldn't stay mad at Will for too long. He is one smooth ass nigga, Erica thought, and fine too. Erica decided that she wouldn't push him, but she needed this nigga to fall back in love with her; preferably sooner than later because it wouldn't be long before she faked a miscarriage to end the life of a baby that is non existent.
Erica had underestimated the amount of effort it took to not only convince Will of her pregnancy, but to maintain a fake one and she was over it. Erica paid a stranger $5,000 to pose as her obstetrician to confirm the pregnancy and facilitate fake doctor appointments. So far things were going well, but Erica knew it'd be a matter of time before Will started to wonder why she was not showing much.
"Truce" Erica finally answered, before wrapping herself in Will's embrace.