take in the unkempt bed, the gossip magazines on his usually clutter-free nightstands, the red brassiere flung carelessly over his leather chaise lounge.
Noticing everything his eyes took in, Caress moved quickly to gather the magazines and bra into her hands. âSorry. Look, Juliusââ
Suddenly, her face paled and she dropped everything in her hands to dash into the bathroom. Curious, Julius walked over to pick up the items she dropped and then followed her.
Caress was kneeling over the toilet, retching horribly. Her back arched as she heaved up her stomachâs contents. Frowning, Julius moved to grab a folded washcloth from the shelf to dampen with cold water. âHere you go,â he told her, squatting down next to her.
She flushed the toilet before she shut the lid and moved to sit atop it. Accepting the cloth, she wiped her face, frowning at the awful taste in her mouth. âThanks,â she told him, careful to cover her mouth so that the smell of vomit on her breath didnât offend him.
âAre you sick?â Julius asked, rising to stand over her. Looking around, he immediately noticed the total disarray of his bathroom. He swallowed down a deep wave of irritation.
âNo,â she answered softly.
Too softly.
Juliusâs body immediately tensed. Their eyes met and locked. He swallowed despite a huge lump in his throat. âAre you pregnant, Caress?â
Her eyes dropped.
So did Juliusâs stomach.
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Caress thought of the pained expression on Juliusâs face when she disclosed her condition. She couldnât really be angry with him about looking exactly like how she felt when she saw the little plus sign appear in the window of the pregnancy test. This wasnât the greatest news for her either. Especially having been evicted from her apartment three weeks ago.
âHow are you feelinâ?â Tamara asked, walking into Juliusâs bedroom where he left Caress while he went downstairs to talk to Kendrick.
Caress smiled half-heartedly, tossing her shirt into the open suitcase on the bed. âAs fine as I can be pregnant, homeless, jobless, and husbandless.â
Tamara winced visibly. âBesides all of that, how are you doing? Howâs the baby, Caress?â she asked, moving over to pick the suitcase up off the bed. âWhy are you packing?â
Caressâs expression was odd as she watched her best friend set the suitcase on a luggage caddy by the door and then sit on the chaise lounge adjacent the bed. âIâm packing because heâs going to put me out. Whyâd you just do that?â she asked, pointing to her luggage.
Tamara made a face. âGirl, Julius is so anal about his things. Heâd pass a stone big as both our heads if he saw your suitcase on his suede comforter.â
Caress smiled. âI kinda noticed that he is veryâ¦organized.â
Tamara sucked air between her teeth. âMy daddyâs a career military man and heâs not as orderly. Trust me, Julius is a neat freak bordering on obsessive compulsive.â
Caress felt sadness weigh her shoulders down. âI donât know anything about my babyâs daddy,â she wailed, dramatically dragging out her words as she flopped back on the bed.
âYou know his name, right?â
âYes.â
âAnd you know his address?â
âYeah.â
âThen you got the most vital info girl, so hush.â
The two women fell silent.
âI told you this was a bad idea, Tam-Tam.â
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Julius paced back and forth across his living room. Every time his friend tried to speak he silenced him with an agitated wave of his hand. He had a lot on his plate to swallow, and it was sticking in his throat like bile. Finding out he may have a baby on the way and an unexpected roommate was quite a bit to handle all in one morning.
Caress is pregnant with my child.
Is it my child?
He paused in his therapeutic pacing. Okay, it