"Right." I cleared my throat.
                          
Is it possible there could be a such thing as no baby in there? I wondered. 
                          
People with thyroid problems are known to get big stomachs like pregnant people. Maybe that's what Princess has. Miracles happened everyday why not now. 
                          
I didn't even look at it. I just stayed looking at my phone. Mainly of pics on Instagram of Trey and Jazz. I think I checked Trey page so much, I knew more about what was on his page than my own. 
                          
I would read the comments see what people said. Most would say shit like, "oh Trey you and her would make a beautiful couple or august alsina is dumb as shit for leaving her."
                          
I would check their names on the search engine on twitter. And Fanpages because those kept me up to date with their every move. I don't even look at my own damn fanpages.
                          
And every pic I saw with Jazz, she looked genuinely happy.
                          
Her and Trey had visited so many places in Ghana.
                          
The Kwame Nkrumah mansoleum, burial place of the first president of Ghana. The Elmina and cape coast castle, where slaves were kept before they were shipped off.
                          
But most of the pics were at Trey's great-gradmother's house. Her name was Nana Efya. She looked a lot like Cicely Tyson to me. Only she dressed in traditional garb.
                          
"August she said it's a boy." Princess awoke me from my daze.
                          
"Oh cool." I smiled.
                          
"Well everything looks right. The baby looks healthy. So just make an appointment for another check up in two weeks."
                          
"Okay." Princess said.
                          
The doctor left out so she could get dressed. 
                          
I helped Princess up.
                          
"You don't have to make me feel like a disease you know." She yanked her arm back.
                          
"What are you talking about?"
                          
"I didn't do this to myself August. We both did and we both should take responsibility."
                          
"What the fuck you mean? I'm here."
                          
"I'm talking about I don't want my child to grow up feeling like he's a disease to his dad. Like he's not wanted. And I know you don't want him, but you could at least take clues from Chris and treat him like he does Royalty. Regardless of the circumstances she was born, he treats her like she's his. Don't punish the child."
                          
"He's not even here yet."
                          
"But it starts now."
                          
She put on her clothes. I turned my head and sighed.
                          
When she was done we got in the car and I started it. I looked over and saw tears down her face.
                          
She quickly wiped them away.
                          
"Hey Princess I'm sorry. Imma try to be more supportive. you right, we both did this."
                          
She looked out the window. We drove in silence. 
                          
"You need anything?" I asked her.
                          
"No I'm fine." She continued to look out the window.
                          
I tried to make conversation.
                          
"You talk to your boyfriend?"
                          
"He's got a fiancé now so."
                          
I sighed.
                          
She started to tear up again.
                          
"I tried everything to get him back. He wouldn't take me."
                          
"How do you know it's not his?"
                          
"He was having problems with his prostate and he got a vasectomy."
                          
"And he wanted kids to, so this was just a slap in the face to him."
                          
😩 the baby was mines for sure. I wished I could bang my head against the steering wheel.
                          
"How's Jazz?"
                          
"She ain't even thinking about me. Her and Trey up there in Ghana living it up. We made choices and we got to deal with it. It's whatever."
                          
We pulled up to her apartment.
                          
"If you need anything let me know." I told her as I got out and helped her out.
                          
"Okay." She got out her keys and disappeared inside her apartment. 
                          
I got in my car and went on Trey Songz snapchat. Stalker shit I know, but this is the only way I could keep up with jazz. 
                          
"Jazz up here wit da Red Red." He put the camera on her stirring what looked like stew. 
                          
"Look at da flick of da wrist." Trey sung.
                          
"Trey goodbye." She laughed.
                          
"We bout to eat all this. For y'all that don't know Red Red is a traditional Ghanaian dish. It's like a stew. "And jazz killing the game right now."
Jazz laughed. 
                          
"She's a good cook by the way. Who taught you to cook JP?"
                          
She paused for a moment, her smiled faded. 
                          
"Gone Trey." She shooed him away.
                          
"Aight imma leave you alone." He laughed and The snap ended. 
                          
I thought back to when Jazz first cooked for me. A bare potato in the oven. A lamb chop instead of a steak.
                          
I found myself smirking at that. 
                          
Then saddened. All of her I would ever have was a memory. Especially after she finds out this baby is most definitely mine.
                          
My smile faded. I started my car and drove away.