Turned Out By A Boss(17)

“My bad girl. I just can't stand this bitch,” she seethed.

“Who walked in because you giving them a lil too much of your energy.”

Sighing Jayla responded, “That hoe Sarai.” Being the dramatic person she is Jayla rolled her eyes a lil too hard causing Denim to laugh.

“Ain't that Rico's bartender.”

“Yea that stink bitch. I wouldn't be shocked if they were f*cking, seeing as though I haven't seen the bitch make a drink… ever. Not to mention I know how she get down and hell we all know Rico got that community dick.” she giggled not even realizing what she had said wrong.

Now fishing for information Denim asked, “What you mean community dick? Rico’s married to Deena.”

“Now I know you don't believe he faithful. Hell everybody but her know he cheating on her ass.” Jayla expressed.

Denim sat for the remainder of the time barely uttering a word. She was in her feelings not only because of what Jayla revealed but because she hated for anybody to be right. And that's exactly what Treasure was, right.

When Jayla finished with her hair, she couldn't stop looking in the mirror. Her hairstyle was hot and it proved that Jayla had mad skills when it came down to this hair shit. Denim was now rocking a 28-inch weave that she let Jayla convince her to dye a chocolate brown on the top going into blue then fading green at the end.

At first, when her and Jayla spoke of the colors she was a little skeptical but now seeing the ending results she was more than pleased. She was shocked at how good the colors looked against her brown skin. Paying for her hair, she hugged Jayla by promising to get up with her at a later date and left heading home.

“Hello.” she answered seeing Rico calling her.

After hearing what Jayla said about him and Sarai f*cking, Denim wasn't too much feeling him. Even though Jayla may have said it as just an assumption and for overall gossip purposes. Denim knew better. Hell, she knew Rico better and knowing him he f*cked her.

“Hey, baby, where you at?”

“On my way home. I went to get my hair done because I refuse to look crazy in that delivery room.”

"You would think to look good while pushing my baby out. Only you, Denim.” He laughed.

“Why you call me?” she asked not hiding the irritation in her voice.

“What's your problem?”

“It doesn't even matter because you're not gonna be truthful anyway.” she sighed.

Walking through her front door, she threw her purse down before heading to the kitchen. Going straight for her fruit salad that she'd been craving all day she listened to Rico rant about her needing to get her hormones in check.

“You're getting me mad and I have no more use for this conversation. So with that said goodbye,” she said hanging up not waiting for his response.

Denim

After being two weeks over due Denim laid in the hospital bed in pain after having her labor induced. Being a little over the 42-week mark, her doctors felt it was necessary to schedule her in to be induced. Now after being given a dosage of Pitocin her contractions started and she couldn't handle the pain.

Denim chose not to call her family until she was literally seconds from pushing to save them the time and energy of sitting in the waiting room. So far she’s been in labor for over four hours and she was more than ready to deliver her baby already.

Already being checked and told she was a little over six centimeters Denim laid in Jamaica Hospital thinking how could she be foolish enough to think she could go through this alone.

"Hey boo, how you feeling?" Cree asked as she came through the door.

"It hurts." Cried Denim.

"Aww boo. It's ok mama Cree's here."

Cree rubbed Denim’s head in a comforting way as the tears fell. “How did you know I was here?” Denim asked.

“Well I called you and you didn't answer your phone so I started panicking. Long story short after calling five different hospitals I found you.” Cree explained as if it was nothing and Denim just smiled because her best friend always knew when something wasn't right with her.

Talking to Cree helped keep her mind off of the pain, at first, being that her contractions were about thirty minutes apart but now four hours later they were hitting her hard.

Having contractions back to back at three minutes apart was killing her. The only comfort she wanted was from Rico and she nor Cree could get in touch with him. Crying was the only solution she felt she had at this point. She was in so much pain and her mouth was cotton dry and them weak ass ice chips were doing nothing to help.

"I told you to get that shot," Cree said referring to the epidural.

"No I want a natural birth." huffed Denim.

"Well fine. Sit there in pain superwoman." Cree joked.

"Cree go get the doctor. NOW!" Denim screamed holding on to the railings of the hospital bed trying to steady her breathing. Cree ran out the room full force trying to find the nearest nurse or doctor.

"What seems to be the problem Ms. Wright?" asked her doctor after being paged.

"I'm ready to push."

Cree stood on the side of the bed terrified as she watched Denim scream. “Ms. Wright I’m going to need you to push with all you might. Do you understand?”

Shaking her head in understanding, she grabbed Cree’s hand as she prepared to push. Ten minutes of pushing and no progress was made as she cried.