Chapter 27: Antonio
Destiny's team advances to the second round and Antonio waits for Destiny to come out of the locker room after the game. Everyone leaves except Destiny. "She's been in there for 25 minutes. What the fuck!"
"Destiny!" He walks in seeing her half-dressed. Destiny almost wants to let her towel fall, and look at him naked, just to see his reaction.
The new-daddy glow on his face shows he's more into Kelly than ever.
That thought makes Destiny want to throw up, and she reaches for her stomach. The last couple mornings she's been feeling yucky.
"Are you all right, Des? Let me get the team doctor."
"No—I'm ok…"
"I heard the flu's going around."
"I don't know about that." Destiny puts her hand on her head. Why don't you take care of me, dickhead? Boy, this dude is clueless.
"Maybe, I should go." Destiny tries to walk pass Antonio. "In fact—You know what, I'll be right back—" Destiny vomits on the way to the sink and her towel falls exposing her breasts. She pukes into a trash can, and Antonio massages her back. Damn, this boy's hands feel so good!
"Come on, I'll get you to Doc."
Destiny wipes her mouth on the back of her hand and cringes after she puts her top on. Antonio takes out a tissue from his pocket.
"I'm okay, I can get there on my own."
Antonio thinks he's slick. He's just trying to get some. I can't put my guard down even I do miss him hitting these walls.
"When Kelly first got pregnant, she was sick all the time. But—"
"I'm really tired of hearing about that—" Destiny feels another wave of vomit coming. "Move boy!" She pushes Antonio out of the way and runs for the stalls.
* * *
"Well—" Dr. Matthews says, coming back into the room. "Congratulations, my little niece is pregnant."
"No, not me. You got the wrong person." Destiny says, shaking her head. "We need to take the test again. This ain't right."
"Destiny, honey. I've known you since middle school. I'm not playing. The test is 99.9% accurate with a capital 'A,' girl."
"I can't be pregnant, Ms. Matthews." Destiny picks at her fingernails. "I'll miss the second round and the rest of the playoffs!"
"Well, that's—"
"I can't. You can't tell anyone about this?"
"I have to."
"You can't, Dr. Matthews."
"Destiny, I could lose my license if I don't."
"I'm getting an abortion. That's the end of that."
Dr. Matthews sighs.
"I gotta go. I'm going to make an appointment later today." Destiny opens the door and goes down the hall-only to run into Antonio. Oh, not now, boy!
Antonio grabs Destiny and her stomach starts hurting again.
"What going on, baby? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"No, I got a stomach virus and Doc said I just need a couple days to flush it out." Hey, by the way, do you want to be a bit more concerning now that I'm carrying your baby?
"The team won't win without you."
Destiny stares at Antonio. He's not going to want me now?
"Is Dr. Matthews sure it's that?"
"Yeah, she's sure. She's like family."
"Come on, I'll take you home."
Destiny feels her pussy throbbing but she uses her head first.
"Thanks, I'm okay. I'll drive myself."
"Destiny-"
She brushes past him. "I might see you when I feel better."
* * *
What a disaster this is going to be? Antonio will probably be like I'm not the baby daddy and Destiny will be alone, unable to tell anyone who the father is.
Destiny grabs her handbag and heads out. When she gets into the car, she sits there; her hands braced on the steering wheel. She wants to touch her belly, to see if it feels any different but she's afraid.
Destiny takes out her phone and searches Google for Planned Parenthood near her.
"I'll tell Antonio after the abortion." She hesitates. "Shit, I'm going to miss at least one game and don't want to miss more than that. Antonio's already married with kids. He ain't going to be able to deal with me and Kelly.
Destiny starts the car and drives off.