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She glanced at me and smiled. “My lower back is hurting.”

“Here’s Aspen’s head. Look, Mom and Dad, he’s looking our way, and he’s waving his little hand.”

Sunday and I immediately turned away from looking at each other and glanced at the monitor to see our baby boy on the screen.

“Aww,” Sunday exclaimed with a tear leaking from the corner of her eye.

“He knows his parents are here. He can’t wait to meet us,” I declared as I reached out and wiped the errant tear away.

“And I can’t wait to meet him,” Sunday replied.

“Oh, he’s really showing off today,” the sonographer remarked as she slowly slid the transducer to another spot.

“Is that . . . are those his family jewels?” Sunday asked. Her face turned a deep shade of red when I cheered with a big goofy grin.

“My boy! That’s the way to rep, Son. He definitely got that from me.”

The sonographer laughed. “Yes. He’s spreading his legs wide for the world to see his turtle today.”

“Trust me, that ain’t no turtle. That’s an elephant.”

“Cedar.” Sunday rolled her eyes and blew out a breath.

“What, baby? I’m just saying.”

The sonographer smiled and winked at Sunday. “Boys and their toys.”

Sunday shook her head. “I swear I can’t take him anywhere.”

“If you think I’m bad, wait until you get a load of my boy. That kid’s gonna be a handful or two,” I remarked, twisting my head at an angle to check out my son.

We looked at a few more pictures and listened to his heartbeat before the sonographer gave Sunday some wipes to clean off her belly.

“Do you have to be so embarrassing?” Sunday asked after the sonographer left the room.

“What’s there to be embarrassed about, baby? All men have ’em, and I’m sure that she’s used to seeing them.”

“But to brag about it though?”

“Girl, if I didn’t, you would.”

“Excuse me?”

“The way you be hollering my name and pleading for mercy when I’m digging all up in them guts, everybody knows I’m packing.”

“Boy, please,” she replied with a roll of her eyes and sucking her teeth.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what ya li’l ass be hollering. Please, gimme more dick. Please ease up. Please, I can’t breathe, CJ. Please, help me. Shiiid, think about it. Every neighbor within a mile of our place knows that I be breaking your back, stealing your oxygen, and snatching your spine out when we have sex.”

“Oh my God. You’re so full of yourself,” she groaned.

I helped her off the exam table and then helped her to get dressed.

“Nah, I’m just confident. You’re the one who be full of me, baby.”

She smacked my chest and rolled her eyes.

“Where you wanna go grab something to eat when we leave here?”

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