Olivia dried her tears and they kept falling. It was almost midnight, and she was alone. She needed to talk to someone.
"Hello Shanice."
"Olivia?"
"I know it's late. I really need to talk."
"Olivia what's wrong?"
Olivia's voice cracked, "Fitz left me."
"He left where?"
"He doesn't want more than one baby. I'm pregnant with triplets. I have to choose between the babies and my marriage."
"Wait a minute stop crying. He's making you choose?"
"I can't make that choice. I love him, but I can't abort these babies. He won't take my calls."
"You tell him that he can be your husband or your child support check. He doesn't get to make babies and not pay. I don't get child support because I don't want them niggas around my kids and they broke anyways. Your husband is a CPA. You better get your bag Olivia. Tell Fitz to run you your check."
"A bag of what?"
"You gonna be alright. They always act like that when you get pregnant. You need to put them white folks in his life."
"I don't understand anything you said, but I'll see him at work tomorrow."
"You call me whenever. Marcus can keep my kids and we can roll up on him."
Olivia laughed through her tears. "Thank you." She said, before hanging up the phone.
He was going to answer her call, or he was going to respond to divorce papers. Hopefully, he would accept the babies soon. The call went to voicemail.
"Fitz we really need to talk. Call me back, or we can talk at work."
Olivia leaned against the headboard and hugged her pillow. She had to stop crying. She could handle this with or without Fitz.