(Chpt.8-02) Kids๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿฝ

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Chapter Eight
-Mama Mama-
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"Wow, I can't imagine how you felt when he said that. Its like he just wanted you for the sex--"

"He did....and that's kind of what I agreed to. We both agreed that it was just sex between us and that we could see and talk whom ever we wanted aside from that. But of course, I got caught up........I loved that man and it was just so hard to ignore it..."
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(Dyme's Pov)

After the night that went wrong, I cried of course but then also kept my head up. I've been without him before so what am I worried about this time. I guess it's time to do me again and leave these niggas alone.

:: 3 weeks later, June 2nd ::
-9:12 pm-

Currently I'm sitting down on my couch and watching an episode of
The Get Down on Netflix. I was eating some ruffles too, the cheddar cheese kind if I'm being specific. But then....my stomach just caved in all of a sudden. The last chip I consumed came right back up immediately, causing me to hold my mouth and rush to my bathroom.

Once there, I threw up in my toilet immediately, feeling my whole snack empty out like I never even ate it. When all said and done, I stood up to my feet to get myself back together and I looked into the mirror above my sink.

I wiped my mouth and went for my tooth brush to end this nasty taste inside. That was so weird that I just threw up like that. It was scaring me too...

But if I actually was pregnant, wouldn't I be throwing up in the morning....not at some 9 something at night? I mean, when I was pregnant with James I had morning sickness...

Nah, I'm not pregnant. I can't be,...I was on birth control-- Shit, no I wasn't. I never went to go get my prescription refilled damnit!

....No...I can't be knocked up though, so stop worrying yourself Diynara. You're fine and over thinking shit as usual. I would've had more symptoms by now, it's been three weeks or something....almost going on a month. And having to throw up at night seemed odd, I always known it to be in the mornings.

But I had other....ish to worry about than this pregnancy theory. My mother is trying to move out of the city......and to take James with her and my dad๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜’. Did she forget that's my child? And she ain't taking my boo bear nowhere.

Custody or not. I'm grown now, so I think it's time for her to stop playing the mommy role now. I would love for him to come stay with me instead, that's why I got a two bedroom anyways. I'm trying to get my priorities in order. Scratching a vehicle, a home, and hopefully my kid off that same list.

Walking back into my living room, I picked up my phone off the arm of the couch and dialed my mom's number to give her my answer. In which case.....was "hell no".

"Hello?" she answered shortly after.

"Hey, I thought about..." I said, taking a seat back on the couch.

"And..?"

"No. I don't want him to be a 4 hour drive away from me"

"Diya, I understand that but....I just don't think it's a good time for him to be with you. He's so used to living with me--"

"Mom, he's my son, not yours. We agreed to this plan before he was even born, did we not?"

"Well the plan is changing. I understand you're on your own two feet now and want to be there for him, but I don't think you should. At least not right now,...he's only 9 years old Diya"

"What does that have anything to do with it? He's old enough to know who I really am now. That little boy loves me and I love him...."

"He doesn't even want to stay with you, are you going to force him and ruin his childhood?"

"How do you know that! And how would I ruin his childhood by having him come live with me?! That's fucking offensive"

"Don't curse or raise your voice at me Nicole, show some respect to your Madre"

"But you're wrong, you're wrong for saying that. What do you think I can't raise a child? After all the shit I've done for him since he came out of me?! I feed him, I clothe him, I take care of him when he's here, I take him to the doctors for check ups, I take him to school, I attend his plays, I attend his games, I encourage him, I teach him right from wrong, I pay for his haircuts, I spend time with him, I pick him up from school and drop him off fed and sleepy everyday to your house that you praise me for. So do you really think I wouldn't be able to provide for him?" I squinted my eyes.

"Okay yes you're a good mother but it's his choice. If he wants to stay with you, then I won't get involved. I'll sign over custody and everything"

"I appreciate it, now can you give my son the phone please"

I waited for a couple seconds before I heard my son's little kid voice speak to me through the line. "Hey Diya"

"Hey boo..........what are you doing?" I sparked up a conversation.

"Playing the game.."

"Of course, you and this PlayStation" I chuckled. "You mind if I have your attention real quick though, it's important"

"Yes?"

"I know mommy's moving but....I kind of wanted you to stay here in Miami with me. Do you wanna stay with me...maybe?"

"Um-- I don't know" he laughed.

"Ja stop playing,...it's a yes or no boo"

"I just don't wanna hurt your feelings Diya" he said innocently.

"....you don't wanna stay?"

"No, I wanna go to this new school mommy talked about. They got football and all these games. She told me it would be fun to go with her,...she said she gon' buy me the new PlayStation too"

"Oh...., so that's why you wanna go with her? Because she's buying you a PlayStation huh?"

He laughed. "I don't want you to be upset at me,....I can still come over right"

"I mean, yeah of course but....you'll be far away from me" I said, trying to keep myself from crying. ...I didn't want him to leave me too๐Ÿ˜ณ

"How far? I'm sure it's not that far. Don't you have a car? We'll still see each other,..I'm a invite you to all my games so you can watch me play. Then we can still have our birthday parties,...it'll be fun Diya. Maybe you can come with mommy too"

"....No, I can't. Diya just got this house remember, I can't buy a new one"

"Awe man..., I really wanted you to come with us" he sucked his teeth.

"You know what boo, don't worry about it okay. I promise I'll come see you if you go with mommy. Okay. I love you...."

"Love you toooooo" he dragged out, being silly.

"Love you moorreeeee. Good night, don't let the bed bugs bite"

"Oh no! They not biting me, I'll beat them up"

"Hm,....I'll see you later okay. Tell mom I said goodnight too. Bye bye"

"Byeee"

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:: The Next day ::

At work and cleaning up the counter tops for new customers to arrive, I started to feel sick again. But sadly someone came over to request something.

"Hey miss, you mind if I can order something else. I'm not liking the burger too much" a woman came over, holding the onion cheddar burger on its plate to give it to me.

"No problem miss, I'm sorry you didn't like it. What would you like instead?"

"Uh...maybe I'll have the chicken tenders and waffle fries. You mind if I can speak to a manager--......are you okay" she quickly asked watching my face turn into complete discomfort.

The smell of the sandwich...came in like poison through my nostrils and turned my stomach in a 180 degree angle. Damn this sh*t had me about to gag, just from the smell alone.

"No I--.......mmgm...--excuse me please" I placed the plate down to run off from behind the counter.

I could feel it right there in my throat, just waiting to come out and ruin my day. I busted in through the girl's bathroom, startling some older lady as I rushed into one of the stalls.

It came all out disgustingly, I was bent over for at least a couple minutes until I finally stopped gagging my damn self.

"Ughhh" I groaned, holding my aching stomach.

After flushing the toilet, I wiped my mouth and came out to go wash my hands. Seeing that same lady was still in here and looking at me funny. I paid it no mind and minded my own business, washing my hands and a little bit of my face.

"You okay there hun?"she asked.

"Yeah I'm okay, just having problems with my stomach. Ha, I guess that's what you get from working with fast food all the time, you get sick of the smell" I chuckled, trying to make a joke out of it.

"Heh, yeah that's understandable. I was sentive to smell too back then, but like all the other symptoms. They went away after a while.." she said, turning to finish washing her hands.

"Symptoms from what?" I looked up.

"From being pregnant with my first daughter. You didn't think it was just a stomach thing, did you?"

"Well I'm not trying to assume it either, it could just be a stomach virus" I shrugged.

"Yeah maybe, but...I'm just saying. From hearing you throw up in there and how your tatas are basically busting through your shirt right now, there could be a chance. Not to wish that on you or anything. But later if you find out that you are expecting, let me be the first to tell you congratulations. You seem like a nice pretty young lady to me. Have a great day now" she smiled before walking out from the bathroom.

I looked at myself through the mirror before banging my head dramatically and softly in it, to express my worry.

Fuck...

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