Later in the evening, I hear a knock at my door. Nana wants Beau and I close to her, so she asked us to stay in the room next door. But I’m the only one staying in here. I asked Beau to stay in another room, but I know if he had his way, we would be sharing this one. Coming out of the attached bathroom, I drop the towel I was using to wash my face on the bed and walk to the door. I’m greeted with the sight of Beau. He’s here to take me downstairs for dinner. My stomach does a nervous flip that I try to ignore. I make sure to grab my phone before joining him in the hall.
As we approach the dining room, I begin to hear voices. I prepare for the confrontation with Jenny and Beau’s grandfather. Why did I agree to come down here and eat? I should’ve asked them to bring my food up.
“Hello, everyone,” Beau says as we step into the room.
Beau’s grandfather, Jenny, and Harvey are already seated and eating. I guess we’re late.
“Delilah, I can’t believe it’s true. You’re really here,” Jenny says, pausing her meal. She links her hands together and rests her chin on them.
“Yes, I am.” I smirk, unable to help the thrill of satisfaction that runs through me knowing my presence here irritates Jenny.
“Please don’t start, Mom; she’s only here because I knew Nana would be excited to see her.” Beau says, pulling out a chair for me. I’m about to sit, but a gravelly voice halts my actions.
“It’s bad enough that you dared to enter my home. But now you want to sit at my table?” Beau’s grandfather, Edward, says. He is a handsome man, in his seventies with all gray hair. His gray eyes, almost identical to Beau’s, swim with hatred.
“Where would you rather me sit?” I ask, arching my brows at the old man.
“I am giving you an hour to leave,” Edward says. I’m not surprised he’s kicking me out. After all, his daughter kicked me out of Beau’s apartment. This isn’t new for me.
“She’s not leaving. Nana wants her here, so she’s staying,” Beau says, surprising me. I can’t believe he just stood up for me.
“You should be ashamed of yourself. How dare you bring this disgrace into my home!” Edward says, looking at Beau. My eyes widen in shock.
“A disgrace?” Beau repeats.
“You think just because you didn’t tell me directly that I don’t know she is carrying an abomination in her belly?” Edward snaps.
“Did you just call my child an abomination?” I ask, disbelief settling in my bones.
“What the hell, Grandfather?” Beau exclaims.
“Language, Beau,” Jenny interrupts. “What did you expect? For us to accept the child?”
“Yes,” Beau replies. “Because that child has your blood running in its veins.”
“That may be true, but it will also have her blood running in its veins,” Edward says. “There is no way we can accept a child like that.”
I’m taken aback by Edward’s words. I know Beau’s family hates me, but this is too much. They would hate my child just because I’m its mother?
“So, what if my child has my blood running in its veins? That makes my child unworthy of being accepted by you?” My voice cracks as hot, angry tears fill my eyes. “I have done nothing to you, absolutely nothing, and you hate me simply because of the color of my skin.” I shake my head in disgust. “You plan to apply that hatred to my child as well, even though they will be related to you. It’s sad you guys have such a mentality in this day and age.”
My baby has done nothing to these people, and they’re calling it an abomination. Hatred is already forming in their hearts for someone who doesn’t even breathe yet. It saddens me deeply. Even my mother’s family, who aren’t happy I got pregnant out of wedlock, didn’t say such awful things. What a horrible family this is.
I take a deep breath. “I only came here to see that wonderful lady upstairs, and since I have done that, I’ll be on my way.” Turning around, I exit the dining room. The tears in my eyes flow freely once I’m alone. As much as I don’t like to admit it to myself, it hurts to have people hate me like that. It makes me want to ask God why he made me the way he did, but I won’t do that anymore. I refuse. I’m perfect the way I am. Shaking my head, I blink and try to make the tears disappear. I am perfect the way I am, I think to myself. And I shouldn’t let those horrible people make me think otherwise.
I’m about to walk up the stairs to get my things when I feel someone grab my hand. I turn around and see Beau.
I speak before he gets a chance to. “I know what you are going to say, but I am not staying.”
“I know,” he says. “I wanted to ask you to say goodbye to Nana before you leave.”
“Oh.” I wasn’t expecting that.
“Meet me in her room once you are done packing. We will leave after we say goodbye.”
“You’re leaving, too?” I ask, shocked.
“Of course,” he says. “They insulted my baby and kicked the mother of my child out in the middle of the night. If I didn’t come with you, I would be the most stupid lover in the world.”
“You are not my lover,” I scoff, despite the smile stretching across my face at the fact that he’s leaving with me. The Beau I used to know would have just dropped me off at the airport. It’s good to see a change in him for once.
“Whatever you say.” He smiles back at me.
We walk upstairs and go to our separate rooms to pack. I don’t spend much time gathering my things since I didn’t really have a chance to fully unpack to begin with. After I finish, I head to Nana’s room as planned. I lift my hand to knock on the door but realize it’s slightly ajar. Beau must have left it open for me. I’m about to push it open fully to enter but freeze once I hear what’s being said inside.
“I think it’s time you tell Delilah the truth,” Nana says. “She deserves to know.”
“No, she doesn’t; I can’t afford to lose her after everything I have done to get her back.” Beau sounds upset.
“I don’t believe telling her would make her leave you; if anything, I think she would want to be with you more.”
“I don’t think so, Nana; no woman would want to be with the man who almost killed her father.”
“What!” The word slips out of my mouth before I can even think about caring that I might get caught eavesdropping.
“Delilah?” Beau opens the door, and I guess he can tell from the look on my face that I was listening, because he says, “I can explain it’s not as it sounds.”
Anger races through my veins. “You have exactly two minutes to explain yourself before I make an attempt on your life.” I fold my arms across my chest and stare at him, tapping my foot against the floor. I wonder what reason he could possibly have for doing what he just claimed he is responsible for.