Page 40 of Sunday

I placed the car in drive.

“Look out the back window, baby,” I instructed.

I hit the gas and the brakes at the same time, just as Chaz started running up the driveway again. He jumped out of the way as the car shot forward.

The sight of plumes of blue smoke billowing out the exhaust pipes made me laugh, and Sunday squealed in the seat beside me.

“It’s a boy, baby. You’ve got your boy!”

“I know, baby.”

I turned in the seat beside her as all our guests clapped, cheered, and jumped up and down. I pulled her off her knees where she was staring out the back window and onto my lap. I covered her lips with mine.

We had grown closer in the last few weeks since we visited her parents. I realized that she didn’t really have anyone except for me. I was her person, the one she relied on, the one who protected her.

With every kiss that we shared, it was a gentle reminder of those truths. I cleaved to her the same way that she cleaved to me. I wanted Sunday to know that she didn’t have anything to worry about.

Some days, I felt that I had almost done a one-eighty compared to where I initially stood on relationships and love. But being with her made me see that every woman wasn’t like Taylor. Some women were genuinely women of their words and could be taken at their words. Sunday showed me that daily. Whenever she said she would do something, she did that shit. She opened up to me and expressed her feelings, and if ever I was in doubt about something, I could go to her, and she would keep it real with me.

With Sunday, I did not need to worry or despair. She was an open book, just what I needed. It made being intimate with her and taking my walls down easier. And it definitely made the sex hotter, though I’d heard that sex with pregnant women was good as fuck anyway. Sunday couldn’t ever get enough of sex. She was horny all the time, and I didn’t mind giving it to her.

Sunday pulled back from the kiss.

“We still haven’t figured out our son’s name.”

I pecked her lips, and in a low voice and in between pecks, I replied, “We’ll find the perfect one.”

A loud tap on the window made me pull away from her briefly. When I saw Chaz there, I rolled my eyes.

“Guess the fun is over, baby.”

Sunday giggled. “Well, I guess you better give the man his car back. God forbid that he press charges for carjacking.”

“I wish that nigga would,” I replied with a chuckle as I pushed the door open and stared into my friend’s scowling face. “Here, nigga.”

I tossed the keys at Chaz, and he quickly snatched them out of the air. His lips were turned down, eyes narrowed, and his chest heaved.

“That shit wasn’t even cool, Cedar.”

“Nah, nigga. Ya ass plays too much. You wanna prolong your grandstanding and shit. You had one job. Do a damn burnout in your Camaro and let the smoke loose. These folks havebeenready to go home.”

“You want smoke, Cedar?” Chaz challenged in an irritated voice.

I chuckled and shook my head. “You get to be mad as hell. Ya ass even get to not speak to me, Chaz. But you ain’t gon’ fuck up her day. I done told y’all, I ain’t playing ’bout that one.”

I bobbed my head in Sunday’s direction, where she stood with Celine, Janae, Sarah, Bjorn, Nils, and some of our other friends from work and the neighborhood.

“Besides, you just mad because I ended all that damn grandstanding you was doing.”

“You know Sunday is cool with me, Cedar. I ain’t hating on her or your relationship, but you’re my boy. I just don’t wanna see you go through no shit anymore with anyone, Sunday included.”

“And I’m not, Chaz. I’m fully aware of what I’m doing.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah. Now get your head out of your ass, and settle down, my boy.”

Chaz snickered and shook his head. “Still too much pussy for me to play in to start talking about being chained to one.”

---