Chapter Twelve
Ke’yoko walked out of the doctor’s office with tears in her eyes. She looked over the paperwork that her doctor had given her and shook her head in disbelief. Of all the things that could have been wrong with her, being pregnant again was the last thing she expected. Under any other circumstance, she would have been ecstatic about expecting another child. But this baby couldn’t have come at a worse time, at a time when she had enough nerve and planned to leave Ja’Rel for real this time. Ke’yoko thought about having an abortion but quickly brushed that idea out of her mind. If anything, she was definitely gon’ let nature take its course, and as crass as it may sound, hopefully she’d end up having another miscarriage.
Ke’yoko started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot. All she could think about was the baby and what she was going to do. She knew she was financially stable enough to raise a child, but being pregnant would definitely complicate her plans right now.
Ke’yoko pulled up in the driveway and parked next to Ka’yah. “What the fuck this bitch doin’ here while I ain’t at home?” Ke’yoko fussed as she gathered her things and got out of the car. She pushed the proof of pregnancy papers to the bottom of her purse. She had to find the right time to tell Ja’Rel the news or, better yet, decide if she was even gon’ tell his ass. Right now just wasn’t the time. The only thing she wanted to talk about was what the hell Ka’yah was there for.
Ke’yoko walked in the house looking and breathing like a deranged pit bull. She heard laughing from the kitchen and went straight into attack mode.
“Stop it. Ke’yoko ain’t gon’ like this.” Ka’yah laughed, slapping Ja’Rel on the arm.
“Like what?” Ke’yoko asked with a straight attitude, mugging Ka’yah first and then Ja’Rel. She watched as Ka’yah quickly rolled up a sheet of paper and placed it in her purse.
Ka’yah and Ja’Rel both looked like they’d been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
“What’s up, baby?” Ja’Rel asked.
“What’s up, sis?” Ka’yah asked with a smile.
“What’s goin’ on up in here?” Ke’yoko asked, not beating around the bush. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She needed to know what was going on between her twin and her husband and she was going to find out today.
“What you mean?” Ka’yah asked, confused.
“What the fuck you mean, what I mean? What the fuck is goin’ on here between you and Ja’Rel?” Ke’yoko snapped.
“You trippin’,” Ja’Rel cut in.
“Am I?” Ke’yoko asked.
“Hell yeah, you are,” Ka’yah asked.
“It’s quite obvious y’all fuckin’ around! Y’all must think I’m a fuckin’ fool! Everybody sayin’ it!”
“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Ka’yah asked, appalled.
“Man, Ke’yoko, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong wit’ you but you really been trippin’ around here a lot lately! You need to go to the doctor and get whatever’s wrong wit’ you handled!” Ja’Rel snapped.
Ke’yoko had been trippin’ lately and didn’t know why. But finding out she was pregnant explained why her hormones were all out of whack and why she stayed in her feelings so much lately, other than Ja’Rel being a ho. Hell, that wasn’t anything new.
“Ain’t shit wrong wit’ me. Y’all the ones fucked up! But it’s cool; y’all can have each other. Both y’all bitches deserve each other,” Ke’yoko said.
“I can’t believe you,” Ka’yah said, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You can’t believe me? You fuckin’ my husband! I ain’t fuckin’ yours,” Ke’yoko yelled.
“So you honestly think I would stoop that low and fuck your husband?” Ka’yah asked, hurt.
“Yep. I sure do. Ever since we were kids you’ve been jealous of me. So, yes, I think you would stoop that low. Shit, you always callin’ him all times of the night. Your number in his call log more than mines and I’m the one married to his no-good ass. Always whisperin’ all up in his ear and shit. Y’all meetin’ up behind my back thinkin’ I don’t know! You foul, Ka’yah!” Ke’yoko couldn’t help her words or her rage as tears filled her eyes.
Ja’Rel shook his head in disbelief.
“I don’t know why you shakin’ yo’ head, nigga! You just as foul,” Ke’yoko shouted.
Ka’yah looked at her sister as tears filled her eyes. She couldn’t find any words to address Ke’yoko right now. Ke’yoko had always had it easy, always had the good things. Ke’yoko was just spoiled and Ka’yah was sick of it and her.
Ke’yoko didn’t feel an ounce of remorse about her sister’s fake tears.
“If you really must know, I’ve been callin’ Ja’Rel and meetin’ up with him behind ya back tryin’ to get your surprise birthday party together along wit’ helpin’ him design the layout of the new house he bought you for your birthday,” Ka’yah said, digging the blueprint out of her purse and throwing it at Ke’yoko.
Ke’yoko was speechless, watching the paper fall to her feet. Should she believe this shit? She wasn’t ready to admit there was a chance she was wrong. How in the world could she have let her mind get the best of her? Was her mind playing tricks on her? She knew what Nadia thought and she knew what she’d been seeing herself. Could her instincts be this damn wrong? Ke’yoko looked over at Ja’Rel and then at Ka’yah. Had she really messed up this time? She bent over and picked the paper up, looking at it. She didn’t know if her relationship would be repairable with her sister this time. She’d said and done a lot of mean things to Ka’yah growing up, but this she knew she may have taken way too far.
“I’m sorry, y’all,” Ke’yoko said, embarrassed.
“You should be,” Ka’yah said before turning to walk out of the kitchen.
“Ka’yah, wait!” Ke’yoko called out.
Ka’yah didn’t respond. She continued to her car.
Ke’yoko looked over at Ja’Rel hoping he’d console her and maybe understand her outburst, but instead he just looked at her as if she was scum before walking out of the kitchen and out the door, slamming it behind him.
“Damn!” Ke’yoko screamed before sitting down at the kitchen table and crying her eyes out.