Page 47 of Drill Session

“How you know I want something?”

“’Cause you do.”

Following a brief pause, she resumed speaking. “Can you make me a bowl of cereal?” she bit the bullet and asked.

I sucked my teeth as I sarcastically chuckled. “I know you like the alphabet backwards, you know you full of shit, right? Why you ain’t say shit before I laid my ass down?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged.

Talking my shit, I did what she asked me to anyway, knowing she wanted a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerio’s with sugar and ice. Before heading upstairs, I made sure the alarm was set, and the doors were locked.

She did the happy dance, sitting up now in the bed and reached out for the bowl. “Thank you, daddy, I love you.”

“Then you wonder why you toting a ten pound baby. All you do is eat. Baby gon’ come out greedy as fuck.”

“Between you and my mama forcing me to eat, I can’t win for losing. If I don’t eat, you’re getting on my ass and calling me out. Mind you, I had a balanced diet before I got pregnant, eating yogurt and bananas. When I go over my mama house, she’d open the door with a plate of food and if I don’t come over there when she’s cooked, her and my father come over to drop it off. Your mama said I don’t have to eat for two people, that’s my girl,” she snickered with a mouth full of cereal.

“That ain’t enough.”

“Well stop complaining when I eat.”

I reached over and rubbed her belly. Our baby was kicking her ass off. “That shit don’t hurt you?”

“I’m used to it now,” she placed her hand over my mine. “It only hurts when she balls up in one spot and doesn’t move, stubborn ass.”

My heart had grown soft.Akirahad turned my thug ass soft. I wake up doing shit folks counted me out about. Convicted felons don’t find love. Murderers don’t know how to love. I proved so many niggas who shitted on me when I was locked up wrong and so many bitches who talked shit about the system finally catching a nigga like me and grabbing them by the balls. Look at me now! I’m damn near a multi-millionaire, getting legal money and I’m a free man. The guilt trip of doing shit the right way don’t make my flesh crawl like it used to. This girl loves me down to my dirty ass drawers and it ain’t a nigga alive who can tell me different. I flipped the fucking switch; she went from hating my guts to me digging deep in hers damn near every night.

“Look at you, toting my baby, got that pussy swollen,” I joked. “I can’t fucking wait.”

“My pussy always be swollen, since fucking you. That ain’t nothing new.”

“Fat ass pussy,” she chuckled with me.

“I’m ready to see my pussy.” Dramatically, she threw her head back and whined. “This belly stops me from doing everything!”

Still rubbing our belly, I smiled feeling our baby kick. Akira had removed her hand a few seconds ago to hold the bowl of cereal with both hands. The crunching sounds came from her eating the ice, with the bowl on the top of her belly.

“It’ll be over with soon.”

“My body better bounce back. All the women in my family bounced back really nice.”

“I told you to hit the gym with me and do light work.”

She shook her head before retorting, “Pregnant women can’t workout.”

“Yes, they can, it’s not an excuse. We can do a few sessions when you drop the baby. I can put yo shit talking ass to work.”

“I can hang nigga. I used to work out, but I think you be taking shit too far.”

“I’ma take it as far as I can. We’re gonna get you on a strict meal plan and all that junk food in your snack drawer will go in the garbage.”

She gasped and slapped me upside the head. “You wouldn’t dare touch my damn junk drawer. Does it bother you? I don’t eat as much junk food as you think I do, Drill. I get a sweet tooth every now and then.”

“Yeah okay, baby first word gon’ be Little Debbie ‘cause that’s all you eat. I be waking up at in the middle of the night, wiping chip crumbs out the bed and shit,” I chortled.

“I really fucking hate you,” she cackled.

“Crumbs be all in yo booty.”

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