Page 30 of Only Fans

“Thank God, it wasn’t a fire, I’d be burnt to a crisp if it were up to you to come see for us!” I fussed. Turning to Deja I said, “Thanks for coming to my rescue. I appreciate you, sis.”

“No thanks needed. That’s what sisters are for.”

“You ready?” I asked Reggie.

I figured I’d let him know in his car on the way back to my house how I felt about him blowing me off in private.

I’m sure Deja would have loved for me to go off on him right then and there, but I refused to embarrass myself any more than I already had.

Frowning his eyebrows, he looked at his Apple watch for the fourth time then said, “Uh, bae, being that you and the baby all good, I was gonna head back to work. I have another event to oversee. You good riding back to the crib with Deja, right?”

“Wow, Reggie, really!” I shrugged. I was beyond disappointed in him. “What was the point of coming if you were just gon’ leave anyway?”

“I would have stayed if you were about to have the baby. Since you straight, I’ma head back to the office,” he said.

Disappointment was plastered all over my face.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight. I promise,” he said.

Grabbing my chin, he kissed me on the lips.

“Thanks for looking out for my lady and shorty.” Reggie said to Deja then turned and scurried out the same door he had just come in.

“Wow!” Deja spat. “Dude needs to do better, man.”

Raising my hand in a motion for her to hush then shaking my head no, it was clear that I wanted her to shut up.

It felt like my body was on fire from how upset I was, yet I had to hold it in.

The entire ride back to my house was in complete silence.

I was deep off in my thoughts and too embarrassed from getting dissed, yet again by Reggie.

I could feel it in my bones that Deja wanted to say something more about the situation, but I’m sure she picked up on my energy.

The energy that I was giving clearly let it be known that I was not up for conversation of any kind. It was all just too damn much.

As I sat back in the passenger seat, I closed my eyes in an effort to keep from crying.

Listening to the sounds of David Hollister’s, Take Care Of Home , I couldn’t help but smirk and get deeper in my feelings from the message in the song.

David Hollister was singing with all of his might trying to school men of the importance of taking care of their ladies.

It wasn’t rocket science, yet it virtually impossible for some men to do.

All I ever wanted was for a man to take care of home, but for some reason it just wasn’t written in God’s plan for me to find one that would.

Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, I pulled it out thinking that it was Reggie calling to see where we were.

I hoped he was calling to say he changed his mind about going back to the hotel and was meeting up with us so that I could leave with him and we could talk.

When I checked my notifications, my heart skipped a beat when I saw I had a message from Richie.

Of all the people in the world and out of all the days he could have possible reached out, why today Lord, was all that ran through my mind.

It had been almost eight months since we last had any contact, and I’d been avoiding him on purpose.

Anxious to see what he wanted I pulled my notification bar down so that I could read the Facebook inbox message without having to actually open it.

Once I went to the actual messenger app to open and read the message, he would have been able to see that I saw and read his message.

Not sure if I wanted to respond to him right away, I definitely didn’t want him to see that I had received it.

Richie: CONGRATULATIONS on the baby. Is it mine?

When I read the word congratulations in all capital letters and him asking if the baby was his it nearly caused me to faint.

I had purposely kept any and all information pertaining to my pregnancy off of social media for a reason and this was the main and sole reason right here.

I didn’t want Richie to see that I was pregnant, yet somehow, he’d found out.

I just had no clue how he was able to find out about the baby if I hadn’t posted about it.

Since Deja didn’t know about Richie but knew him from our circle of friends plus she previously dated his brother, I fought over the urge to tell her about my situation.

At the same time, I was so pissed about Reggie dissing me that I felt the urge to let her know I wasn’t a complete fool over his ass and in fact had done my share of dirt to him as well.

The more I stressed over how Richie found out the more I became anxious.

Doing my best to play things off like nothing in front of Deja, I replied to Richie’s message.

Me: I can explain.

Richie: Please do. I shouldn’t have to find out on social media that I might have a shorty on the way. Not cool Brandi

The mention of social media immediately had me go to all of my social media accounts to check to see if I had slipped up and mentioned something about the baby.

Going through my page I saw that I hadn’t mentioned anything, but what almost made me snap was a tag notification from Deja.

Clicking on the post she had tagged me on Facebook in, I saw that she had made a status post and attached a picture of my ultrasound with the caption, Anxiously awaiting my lil’ niece or nephew .

“Damn it, Deja! You posted my ultrasound picture before I had the chance to announce my own baby!” I fussed now fuming.

The fact that Deja wanted to be the first to report some news that was mine to report on had me blue because now I was in a tight situation.

“Damn sis, I didn’t realize it was that serious. I guess I got a little too excited. My bad, I can take the post down. Had I known you was tryna be all secretive I wouldn’t have said anything.”

“I’m not trying to be secretive. Don’t worry about it now, leave it up. People done already seen it.”

“Sis look, I know you’re upset with Reggie, but please don’t take his shit out on me. It’s not my bag that his ass ain’t ready to be the man you need him to be. All I’m trying to do is be there for you and the baby.”

“And I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.

I tell you that all the time, Deja. I’m really not even tripping about Reggie like that,” I rebutted, feeling petty.

I wasn’t in the mood for her to throw Reggie’s ways in my face.

Before I knew it, I had done put my foot in my own mouth.

“Reggie isn’t the only person doing him.

Truth be told, I’m not even sure if this is his baby! ”

Slamming on her brakes in front of my house almost giving me whiplash, Deja yelled as dramatic as she could, “Say WHET nah, sis? SIS! What did you just say?”

“Damn! Did you have to slam on the brakes like that! Geesh, calm down! It’s not even that serious,” I snapped.

“I mean, the hell it ain’t! You just confessed some pretty serious shit, sis. How long you been holding all of that in? My God, I need to know all of the details ‘cause this is tew much!”

After getting over the initial shock of my confession, Deja parked her car in my driveway as opposed to the middle of the street in front of my house.

As I began to spill the tea on how me and Richie hooked up, we went into my house.

After filling her in on the whole story she now understood why I hadn’t posted about my pregnancy and claimed she felt bad for snitching me out.

I made her promise to not utter another word about it until after the baby came and I found out who the dad was.

She promised me that she wouldn’t and that was that.