Page 120 of Fumble Into the End Zone

I couldn’t find the words. They were on the tip of my tongue, but they wouldn’t leave my mouth. Kindness slid the box of yummy cakes out of my reach and waited for me to finish chewing the pink vanilla cupcake.

“Mia?” Kindness questioned, no longer exhibiting patience.

I swallowed hard and slow. “I’m pregnant,” I said, and her eyes widened almost out of the sockets.

Judging from her silence, I didn’t know what to do next. I sat in stillness, giving her semi-smiles and head movements. When she didn’t jump and say congratulations, I slumped my shoulders. I stuffed another piece of cake in my mouth and waited to defend myself if needed.

“Wait. When did you start having sex again? And the father? Forgive me for asking, but I want to know,” she inquired, as she moved to the edge of the couch.

The baby daddy was the million-dollar question I wasn’t ready to answer. Doing so would require me to come clean about a few things. I smirked instead of answering and extended myself to stress eat. Kindness beat me to the box and pushed it further down the table and watched me.

“What a hit by Ed the safety. Whew, somebody will be hurting in the morning. The Armadillos came to put on a show today,” the announcer said.

Not able to use my words, I pointed toward the game and gave her a nervous face. Kindness shrugged her shoulders, not catching on to my hint.

“Marcus Allen,” I mouthed and tucked my lips inside my mouth.

Kindness erupted into a happy dance, moving her feet repeatedly, and I exhaled. My friends were my sisters, and it’s important they trusted my guy this time around.

“Wait. When did you and Marcus start . . . you know?” Kindness asked before she reached for her favorite vanilla cupcake with bacon.

She licked the icing, her eyes glued to mine. My mind traveled back to our first date. Marcus sat in the car and told me he wanted to eat my pussy and make me squirt. The bluntness in which he asked turned on my sexual drive.

“Mia,” Kindness called me back into the room.

“Oh. On the first night,” I said, and I slid the box of treats back within my reach.

“And it’s your fault,” I reminded her with an eye roll.

Kindness swallowed the miniature cupcake. “What did I do?”

She slid toward the edge of the couch with her mouth parted. I guess she was waiting for me to speak up. Kindness was owedcredit for introducing me to this wonderful man. Marcus had been nothing short of amazing. We progressed fast, but I’m glad I jumped heart first. He had a beautiful soul, and he allowed me to rule the bedroom. He shared a piece of him for a chance, and I couldn’t look the other way.

“I don’t know yet, but you are somewhere in this,” I said and pointed at her.

Kindness’s lips spread as she broke out into a hard giggle. I couldn’t help but join in with her and laugh. The statement was ridiculous, but truthful.

“At first, I only wanted sex. Mr. Batteries doesn’t cover all the bases. Sometimes, I want a set of hands to caress me. Girl, he did some things to me no man has ever done. I tried to break it off, but I couldn’t stay off it or him. And he knew it,” I said.

However, I did leave out the fact Marcus wasn’t experienced on the kink side of sex. I enjoyed role play, and he always went along for the ride. As tears developed in her eyes, I tossed a pillow in her direction.

“How does Harley feel about this? Speaking of which, where is she?” she asked.

“Her eyes lit up, and she talked non stop about being a big sister. My parents spoil her rotten. Mom picked her up this morning and I’m sure they’re shopping.”

Mom and Harley had their own connection. Harley thought my mother’s big personality was funny, but she enjoyed spending time with her. Mom adorned Harley with words of affirmation, the same way she did me as a child. Harley returns not only with shopping bags, but with confidence.

“How did Mr. Robinson take the news?” Kindness asked, and I rolled my eyes.

Marcus had turned my father into his spy. The texts on a regular basis about my damn health were driving me insane.

“He loves Marcus and now they are crowding me since finding out about the pregnancy. Hence, I opted to spend this afternoon watching the game with you. I need to catch the highlights for my podcast. But on a serious note, you or Stacie’s no baby-having asses need to get pregnant! I don’t want my baby growing up alone.”

Being pregnant was a bit scary without my friends planning their own futures. I wanted our children to grow up together and share the same friendships we had held. Stacie adored other people’s children but never desired to have any of her own. Kids didn’t fit into her lifestyle. She was a trendsetter and on the go. I don’t think she could even cook. Stacie believes in every woman’s right to have access to birth control.

“How many weeks are you?” Kindness asked.

It took some creative math between Dr. Betts and my irregular periods.

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