Shanaynay, oh my goodness. I have been gone for, what, a month or two almost? *Hiding my face in shame* I'm soooo sorry. I don't really have a good reason for my absence besides the fact that I've been lazy as hell. But I'm on spring break so I decided to write. Anywho...Thank you for the reviews of the last chapter. They really keep me motivated to write. There are three flashbacks in this mainly Jazmine & Huey chapter. (Sorry Riley & Cindy fans. Maybe next chapter?) They aren't very long but they most definitely give some insight into what happened leading up to Jazmine & Huey's break up. So they are kinda important.

Disclaimer- Really?

Jazmine and Huey sat on the shiny, cool wooden floor of the darkened hallway outside of the bathroom in the apartment she shared with Cindy as they waited. They clasped hands, with Huey's thumb making small circles in her palm, as they waited for the kitchen timer sitting on the sink of the bathroom ring. Jazmine glanced at the worn leather watch on Huey's left arm (she was sure that he'd been wearing it the day they met) and bit back a sigh- two more minutes would feel like an eternity.

"Hey," Huey murmured, tugging on Jazmine's hand to get her to look up at him. "Everything's gon' be alright."

"But...," Jazmine trailed off, swallowing past the lump in her throat that had been present since she'd realized that her period not coming and the nausea that had been plaguing her for the last two weeks probably wasn't attributed to school related stress. She quickly raised her free hand to her eyes to swipe away the build up of tears, telling herself that she wasn't going to cry. "What if the test comes out positive, Huey? What if I'm pregnant?"

Huey didn't say anything at first, letting his head fall back on the wall behind them and continuing the tiny ministrations of his thumb on Jazmine's palm. It was only when Jazmine had begun to wonder if Huey had even heard her that he responded. "I don't know, Jaz. But we'll figure it out. We always do."

Shaking her head and squaring her shoulders with a confidence that she knew she didn't really have, Jazmine raised her hand and knocked, her heart beating faster each time her knuckles made contact with the door.

Jazmine stood there, her hands clapsed tightly around the handle of her purse, for a moment before she heard the sound of movement on the other side of the door. The thought of fleeing before he could get to the door suddenly crossed Jazmine's mind and her feet actually turned her around towards the stairwell next to the broken elevator at the end of the hall. She had only taken a small, hurried step forward when he opened the door and Jazmine stilled immediately, cursing herself for even doing it. Goodness, she was such a punk.

"Hi," Jazmine said, unecessarily lifting a hand in a tiny wave as she did so. Huey said nothing, staring at her quizically, dark eyes narrowed, his ever present frown attatched to his face. Jazmine knew that he was wondering what the hell she was doing there. She was too.

"Um," Jazmine tore her eyes away from Huey's gaze -why was he looking at her like that?- towards her heels and back up again, this time not quite meeting his eyes. She couldn't bear the intensity emanating from them at that moment. ''Can we talk?"

Huey studied Jazmine for a long, tortorous moment and for a second, Jazmine felt like he knew. She felt like Huey knew that her hands were prickled slightly with perspiration, that she couldn't breath quite right with him staring at her like that, as if she were some foreign specimen under a microscope, and that her heart was doing some type of cardio routine in her chest. Huey had to have known or sensed it. This was the all knowing Huey P. Freeman, after all. She knew that no matter how much time they had spent away from one another, Huey still knew Jazmine like the back of his hand and she would have been lying to herself if she had said that it didn't scare her a little.

Huey, saying nothing, finally took a step back, opening his door further as he did so. Jazmine, holding her breath, quickly slid in past the man before he could change his mind and tell her to take her ass home. She felt Huey's eyes on her as she did so and Jazmine had to fight to make it seem as though it didn't bother her.

"So...", Huey said closing and locking the door behind him. He leaned against it, sticking his hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants, his gaze stuck on Jazmine as she glanced around his small apartment. She wasn't really interested in the decor, but it provided a means of escape from Huey's unwavering and probing gaze and the sight of his muscular arms that were on display due to the wifebeater he wore. "How'd you get my address?"

Huey never was one for beating around the bush.

"Your brother. He didn't seem too happy to hear from me", Jazmine replied scrunching her nose in a wince as she remembered the tongue lashing she received from her old friend and neighbor.

Huey merely raised an eyebrow. He knew all too well about Riley's saltiness regarding Jazmine's lack of contact. Somehow, Jazmine had decided that breaking up with Huey and cutting off contact with him meant that she had to do the same with his brother. Despite Riley not being able to tolerate Jazmine for too long when they were kids, by high school, through tutoring and Jazmine being Riley's go to hair braider, the two got close. Close enough to the point where Riley had stopped referring to Jazmine as ''that nappy headed light skinned heifer''.

"You could've called me."

"I know," Jazmine shrugged as her green eyes caught sight of an open laptop resting on an old looking desk just a few feet away from her. "I wasn't interrupting was I? I can go if you need me to", her words came out in a rush and Jazmine found herself hoping that she was intruding so that they could do this another day. The awkwardness and tension was eating away at her.

When Huey shook his head Jazmine felt her shoulders slump. "Nah, you're fine." Huey walked over to the computer and closed it, the small sound of the screen hitting the base seeming louder than it should have in their shared silence.

With Huey now leaning against the wooden desk and Jazmine still rooted to the same spot she had been in for the past five minutes or so, they watched each other and waited for the other to make the first move.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

A sigh came and then, a beat later, Jazmine replied, "Not really."

Huey turned in the driver's seat so that he was facing his girlfriend's profile. He noticed that Jazmine didn't look at him, instead gazing out of the window towards the clinic. She had been doing that frequently for the last eight days, since they discovered that Jazmine was pregnant, always looking off somewhere to the side, never at him, just thinking. Huey watched Jazmine trail a pale pink painted finger across the window, cutting a line through the condesation that had formed due to the rain. "Jaz, if you don't wanna go through with this I can take you home. I'll buy you Ben & Jerry's, take you home, and we can watch Love Jones for the upteenth time. Hell, I won't even complain this time. "

Huey didn't receive a response. Jazmine didn't even blink.

"You don't have to do this, you know."

Jazmine finally pulled her eyes, tinged red and puffy, away from the raindrops pelting the window and met Huey's dark ones. Huey hated to see the reminder of Jazmine's tears. They weren't ten anymore and a crying Jazmine didn't spark satisfaction within him. Sometimes Huey swore that if he were Superman, Jazmine's tears would be his kryptonite. "I'm scared."

Huey sighed and took Jazmine's small hand in his larger, darker one, an action that he had been doing countless times recently. "Don't be, aight? I've got your back no matter what."

"You won't hate me will you?"

Huey's brow creased in confusion. How the hell could he ever hate Jazmine? "What?"

Jazmine sniffled and tugged the sleeves of the pullover she wore, which happened to be Huey's, over her hands. The girl was already petite and, with Huey's old oversized Wuncler High School sweater, she looked tiny. "If I have this abor-", Jazmine stopped, not being able to say the word. It felt heavy and wrong and the word made her tongue heavy, like having a peanut butter sandwich without a glass of milk would. She gripped Huey's hand tighter. "I don't want you to hate or resent me for this, because I know that you don't agree and-"

"You're right. I don't agree. I think that, if we tried, we could do this, that you would be a damn good mother, that even though we're still in college and we're young we would be able to raise a kid together. I don't like it, Jazmine. Not to mention it goes against my beliefs, but," Huey blew a gust of air harshly from between his lips. Huey shook his head slightly. Who would have ever thought that they'd be in such a situation? "I get where you're coming from. We've still got a lot of shit to do, mistakes to make, and lessons to learn. Besides, I wouldn't want us to end up in a place where having a baby splits us apart. If you feel that this is the only option, then, fine. I may not like it, but I love you enough to stand by you."

Love, and relief, flooded Jazmine's pretty features. Leaning up, Jazmine placed a soft and lingering kiss on Huey's lips, which he reciprocated, bringing a hand up to cradle her cheek.

Pulling away from the kiss, Huey rested his forehead against Jazmine's, looking her square in the eyes as she did the same. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Does Caesar know you're here?"

"He thinks that I'm with my mother."

Huey raised an eyebrow. "You think that's a good idea, lying to your fiance? I thought good relationships were built on trust?"

Jazmine raised an eyebrow of her own, crossing her arms defensively and her kneck rolling the smallest bit. "Do you really think that Caesar would have been okay with knowing that I was here? Alone, with you?"

Huey shrugged. Jazmine suddenly had the overbearing urge to throw something at him. "Does it matter? Shit, you grown, right?"

Jazmine rolled her emerald eyes, sucking her teeth. She hated when Huey was being mocking. "Are we really going to talk about Caesar?"

Another shrug. Was there something wrong with his damn shoulders or was the 'Ye shrug all he knew? "You tell me, Jaz. You're the one who showed up at my doorstep wanting to talk."

Jazmine bit her lip and leaned against the arm of the the slightly ratty navy blue armchair close to her. "I need help understanding something."

"Okay."

"Remember when you called me that night?"

Huey ran a hand through his afro. He wasn't forgetting that any time soon. "Yeah."

"Did you mean what you said?"

"I said a lot of things that night, Jazmine."

Jazmine closed her eyes and nearly childishly stomped a foot, her jaw tightening, in a fit of frustration, because, damn it, he knew exactly what she was talking about. Why was he being so difficult with her? He had to have known that this wasn't easy for her. Jazmine opened her eyes a moment later and, while looking into Huey's dark eyes and willing herself not to look away, she quietly said, "I'm talking about when you said that you still love me."

Huey stared blankly at Jazmine for a long, tense moment before he spoke, his voice taking on a defensive edge. "You think that I didn't mean that? That I was just spouting bullshit?"

"I don't know what to think Huey!", Jazmine exclaimed, exasperated, throwing up her hands. "One minute you're the farthest thing from my mind and the next, just because of a phone call, out of the damn blue, might I add, you're practically the only thing I think about. And I'm not supposed to be thinking about my ex-boyfriend when I have a fiance at home."

"Look, I meant what I said. I'll say it a fucking thousand times over if I have to- I love you, Jazmine."

"Huey-"

"And I don't want you thinkin' that I'm just sayin' this shit because I'm jealous or I want to fuck up your relationship 'cause I don't, I just-", Huey stopped himself, silencing his growing voice and turning his gaze toward the ceiling. Huey brought his hands up to scrub them over his face, feeling horribly vulnerable and exposed and frustrated. This wasn't him. He didn't wear his heart on his sleeve and make pleading declarations of love. This wasn't him, but somewhere in his head, Huey's conscience told him that this was him when it came to Jazmine, because this was the woman he loved and he'd be damned if he let her go without putting up the fight he should have put up when Jazmine turned her back on him that day on the hill two years ago. "You're not supposed to be with him."

Jazmine shrugged, feeling hopeless. "But I am, Huey. Soon, I'm going to promise for better or worse, in sickness and in health, 'til death do us part." Huey rolled his eyes at that. He didn't need another reminder. He could already see a nice, large, shiny one sitting on the ring finger of her left hand. "I don't know what you want me to say."

For a moment, the only sound between the two of them was silence, broken by the noise of a passing car outside. Then, abruptly, Huey began to laugh, his broad shoulders shaking as he did so.

Jazmine frowned, green eyes narrowing and her heart starting to pick up it's pace up, because she knew that Huey didn't really find anything to be comical. "What's so funny?"

"You." Straightening up, Huey looked directly at Jazmine, his handsome face turning stony once again, and replied, "You don't even love him and yet you keep trying to come up with bullshit excuses for me to walk away from you."

Jazmine blinked. She could feel her face begin to grow hot, the uncomfortable prickling feeling working it's way from her neck up. "Huey, you don't know what you're talking about. I love Caesar." Jazmine tried not to be too amazed by the fact that she had gotten the declaration out without hesitating or sounding doubtful. Saying such a thing should have been easy.

"No, you don't." Huey's reply was quick and filled with confidence.

Here Huey was, calling Jazmine out on her bullshit. Like he always did.

Refusing to let it come across that his words might have held some truth to them, Jazmine raised her head challengingly. "Oh, really? How do you figure that?"

"What happened to not knowing why you were with him?"

"I...", Jazmine didn't finish the thought, because when she had said it to Huey, it had been one of the most truthful things she had admitted to anyone in a long time and she still hadn't worked that out.

"Do you know that during the whole time Caesar had his arm around you the other night at the restaurant, you were tense, uncomfortable? Did you know that when you smiled at your man," Huey emphasized the word, mockingly, as he began to slowly walk towards Jazmine, "that night, it didn't quite reach your eyes?"

Jazmine looked down at Huey's feet and noted, with a bit of anxiety, that though he wasn't invading her space, he was definitely closer than he should've been. Jazmine really didn't need him so close.

Huey's dark eyes studied Jazmine's face for a beat before he continued. "You know, when Caesar walked up on us, you looked scared. Like you thought he was going to do something."

Jazmine remembered the uneasiness and fear that had coursed through her at the sight of Caesar suddenly appearing. She remembered wondering if he would cause a scene or just wait until they got home to deal her by way of his fist or open hand. Jazmine also remembered hoping to God that Huey wouldn't notice. Apparently all of her hoping had been in vain. "What are you implying, Huey?"

"I'm not implying anything. I'm saying that I don't think your relationship with that dumbass is as great as you like to make it out to be."

Huey and Jazmine stood there, arms crossed and dark brown, almost maroon, eyes clashing with emerald. Jazmine didn't particularly know how to respond. She felt as though she had one of two options: she could tell Huey that he was right, that her and Caesar's relationship wasn't great at all and no, she didn't love him, at least not like she used to. Or she could do as she had been doing and deny, deny, deny. Deny herself happiness, deny Huey another chance, and deny the fact that Caesar didn't treat her the way that he should have.

Jazmine took the easiest option.

"I'm happy with Caesar."

Jazmine took a small step away from Huey, the words he had shouted just moments earlier echoing in her mind, feeling as though she had been slapped.

"Shit." The muttered word exited Huey's lips as he realized, too late, what he had said.

"What?", Jazmine asked dumbly. She had heard what had been said, but, for a reason foreign to her, she couldn't fully comprehend it. Was that how Huey really felt?

Huey tried desperately to back track, to find something to say that would somehow erase what had just tumbled out of his mouth. But Huey knew that once something was said, there was no taking it back. There was no rewind button at his disposal for these types of instances. "Jazmine, I didn't-"

"You didn't what? You didn't mean to call me a selfish baby killer?" Jazmine stood with her small hands in fists at her sides, her green eyes filling with angry tears.

Huey groaned loudly. Jazmine had been increasingly distant ever since the...procedure almost a month earlier and Huey, not being able to take the quieter, moodier and more withdrawn version of his girlfriend had thought that sitting her down and talking it out would help. Something that Huey should have gotten brownie points for, because when did he ever like to do sensitive shit like that? Huey and Jazmine hadn't even been three minutes into their discussion before she began to clam up and frustration started to gnaw at him. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Huey wondered how the fuck a simple talk had turned into a shouting match.

"Jazmine, that's not what I meant and you know it. It just came out. Fuck-"

Jazmine didn't seem to be hearing Huey as she shook her head. "You told me that you were okay with it, that you wouldn't resent me for going through with it."

And he didn't. Huey had fully supported Jazmine in her decision, but he'd be a lying motherfucker if he said that he didn't sometimes wonder what it would be like to have a baby on the way, worrying about names and the color of the nursery.

''I don't, Jazmine. I'm just worried about you, okay?"

"Well, don't be." Jazmine said, her voice cold as she angrily swiped tears away from her eyes. "I'm fine."

"Jaz-"

"Just leave."

Huey paused, looking at his girlfriend. Jazmine had turned away from him, her arms crossed over her chest in a manner that suggested to him that she was just fed up with the conversation. There would be no getting through to her, Huey knew. Jazmine was stubborn as hell when she wanted to be. Sighing heavily, Huey walked slowly over to Jazmine and, upon reaching her, placed a chaste but tender kiss on her temple. "I love you."

At Jazmine's lack of a response, Huey's shoulder drooped in defeat. Huey made his way out of the apartment, his feet hitting the floor with every step he took the only sound between himself and Jazmine, and closed the door with a resounding click.

Huey could hear Jazmine crying from the other side of the door.

Huey rolled his eyes. Wasn't she tired of lying? "I find that hard to believe.''

Jazmine quirked an eyebrow, not quite ready to back down. "And why is that?"

"If you were as happy as you claim to be, then you wouldn't be here. You wouldn't have to ask me if I meant all that I said the other night, because it wouldn't matter."

Jazmine didn't open her mouth to say anything as her gaze turned towards the floor. He was right, after all. They both knew it.

Jazmine sighed heavily in frustration, her eyes closing as she did so. "Huey, I don't know what to do."

"Just do what's best for you."

That was the thing. Jazmine thought that she had already been doing that. She thought that she had been doing what was best for her when she accepted Caesar's proposal, when she had broken up with Huey, when she had been pregnant and decided to- Jazmine stopped her train of thought. She didn't want to think about that at the moment.

Jazmine abruptly glanced up and suddenly, Huey was closer than she last remembered him being and the air around them seemed heavier because of it. The fact that he was about a foot away from her made her breath catch in her throat and her heart (the traitorous thing. She couldn't do anything around this man without it reacting in some kind of way) hammer almost painfully in her chest. Jazmine expected him to do something, anything, but he didn't. Huey just stood there and stared at her in the same searching, examining way he had at the door earlier.

"What?", Jazmine finally asked. She never could take him looking at her for too long.

"You're beautiful."

Jazmine didn't quite register Huey slowly leaning down towards her until he was just a breath away and his hand had landed lightly on the curve of her waist. She blinked rapidly, trying to form a coherent thought, one that wasn't clouded by the burning touch of Huey's fingers and the smell of his familiar cologne. Jazmine reached a hand to Huey's chest meaning to push him away, because it was all wrong, but grasping his shirt instead because it felt right. "Huey…"

Huey bent his head and dropped a tender feather soft kiss to the column of Jazmine's neck, his stubble grazing her skin as he did so, and then another and another, as he slowly trailed his way up to her lips. Jazmine was vaguely aware of the fact that she should stop Huey, push him away and leave, but his familiar warmth drew her in, reminded her of what it felt like to love and be loved, and kept her there, tied to Huey like an anchor.

And then the short moment was ruined, the peace that the two had suddenly found in one another snatched like a rug from under them when Jazmine's phone began to trill loudly from the inside of her purse.

The two nearly simultaneously slumped their shoulders, a disappointment like no other coursing through their bodies, as they pulled away from each other. Jazmine quickly rifled through her bag to shut off the offending cell phone, but stopped abruptly when she saw the name across the screen. Caesar. Suddenly hit with a flood of guilt, Jazmine quickly hit the ignore button and tossed her phone back in her bag. How could she forget about Caesar? She was with him, yet here she was with Huey. Jazmine shook her head at herself.

What the fuck was she doing?

"I-I should go."

Huey stood a few feet away from Jazmine and although he couldn't see who had called her, he knew who it was. And despite the fact that he had no right to the feeling, Huey tensed with jealousy. "Right. Your precious Caesar is calling. I'm sure you wouldn't want to keep him waiting."

Jazmine shot a pleading look towards Huey and he could tell that she was asking him to be understanding. "Huey, please don't do that."

"Don't do what, Jazmine?"

"Don't-don't make me out to be the bad guy. Please. I just-", Jazmine stopped, not being able to find words to aptly convey what she wanted to say, and bit the corner of her bottom lip, looking as though she wanted to burst into tears.

Huey could see the tears building in Jazmine's eyes and sighed. He was no good with crying Jazmine.

"Come on. I'll walk you out."

They stood side by side on the sidewalk in front of his building in silence, Jazmine looking away from him because she could still feel his lips on her neck and Huey with his arms folded because his fingers were practically itching with the need to touch her again, as the light evening breeze hit them in a way that let them know that the night would be chilly. They ignored the fact that they had barely resolved whatever was going on between them. Both had done enough talking for the day.

Jazmine swung her car keys in her hand for a moment and, after chancing a quick glance up at Huey, unlocked her car sitting a few spaces over, the chirping sound it made echoing loudly on the nearly empty street. They walked over in complete silence, their steps slow and almost reluctant. Upon reaching the car, Huey reached for the door, opening it for Jazmine.

Jazmine almost smiled. He always was a gentleman.

As Huey held the door open, Jazmine slid into the driver's seat, quickly turning on the car and rolling down her window. She didn't know why she did it considering how at that moment she didn't really know what to say. And even if she did, she doubted that it would have even made a difference. "So..."

Huey shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants and shrugged his broad shoulders. "So."

"What now?"

Huey took his time answering as he glanced up at the darkening sky. After a long moment he turned his gaze back to Jazmine. "I'm not givin' up on you, Jaz," Huey said, confidently and with determination. It would take time, Huey knew, but he didn't really give a damn. As cheesy and corny and pathetic as the shit sounded, he would wait as long as she needed him to.

Jazmine closed her eyes at the declaration. Why did he insist on being so damned persistent? Didn't he know that he was just making things complicated for her?

Without responding, Jazmine snapped on her seatbelt and put the car in drive. "Goodnight, Huey."

Huey stepped away and let Jazmine pull off. As he stood there, in the middle of the street, watching the lights of her car became nothing more than two small dots on the horizon, Huey said, his voice barely a whisper "Goodnight, Jaz."

Hmmmm...o.0 I don't know how I feel about this. I didn't plan much of this, it just sorta happened. Well, drop me a review, please. I reeeaaally wanna know what you guys think of this. And I will try to update soon (But, don't hold me to this. Ya'll know how I get about updating) Peace :)