Getting into her car, Dre was relieved that Talibah was not in it, also. It wasn’t a set-up, but rather something urgent. He guessed. Tasha stared at him as he sat next to her before hugging him tightly.
She emoted, “Thank you, Dre. I really need you.”
Dre hugged her tight, and asked her what was wrong. She managed to tell him that she needed for him to drive.
“Whatever you want,” he told her, and exited the car.
Tasha slid over to the passenger seat as Dre walked around the front of the car. He hopped into the driver’s seat and pulled off. He wanted to know what the problem was. It was not him cheating, or any rumor of him doing so. He turned the corner of his block, and they rode in silence. Their minds raced with thoughts of what was about to happen.
Being the man, Dre broke the ice. “Tash, what’s the problem?” His tone was calm and would have coaxed Jaws.
“It’s actually our problem, Dre.”
“Our problem. Wouldn’t I know about our problems?” He asked curiously.
“Trust me. Its our problem,” she told him directly.
“Okay, Tasha. What’s our problem?” He asked becoming annoyed.
“We’re pregnant!”
The tires screamed and could be heard for miles. He pulled over, dazed by the devastating blow. We’re pregnant? Who? He thought. He choked and bluntly asked, “Who’s the father?”
“Who’s the father! Are you out of your fucking mind, Dre?” She screamed.
“Look! There’s no way I can be the father. For one, you’ve cheated on me. More important, I’m seventeen with a partial academic and sports scholarship pending to USC, I can’t be the father.”
“We’re not going into that cheating shit again. Period! You’re the damn father. That cheating issue is dead and, he can’t be the father.”
“And why not?”
“Because, Dre, we used protection!” She had confessed it after denying having sex with someone else for so long.
“You used what! Bitch, you fucking told me that you didn’t fuck him.” Now all of a sudden she was pregnant. Dre was young, but very street wise. She would not pull any stunts on him. Dre put the car in drive, made a U-turn, and headed back toward his house.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked weeping.
“The fuck back to my crib.”
“Dre, please,” she screamed, pulling his arm. He swerved in the traffic. “This is our baby. You can’t do this to me.” “Watch me.”
“So, what are you going to just leave me?” she asked him, searching for love.
“Tasha! Even if the baby is mine, I can’t do the baby thing. I have things to do in my immediate future.”
“Andre, are you telling me to get an abortion, because, I’m not! I’ll have this baby with or without you.”
“Then do it without!” he said and slammed the car door shut, after he hopped out.