Page 85 of Breeze and Melodie

After kissing her cheek, he blew a raspberry, which sent her into a fit of giggles, before putting her down.

“Baby Kay, you don’t see Daddy over here?” he asked.

Kadence had the nerve to look surprised when she heard the nickname only her father called her, knowing damn well she’d heard him come in.

“Da-Da!” She crawled back to where we’d just removed her, used the gate to help her up, and waited for Breeze to pick her up.

“That’s more like it, Baby Kay.” He did the same thing he’d done with Sky, throwing her into a fit of giggles before putting her down.

“Those two are a mess,” I commented, shaking my head.

“Mama Lyric, can you keep an eye on them for a minute? I need to talk to Mel right quick.”

“Take your time, but don’t be all night. I do have a man at home.”

I laughed, but Breeze paid her no mind and pulled me down the hall and into our bedroom. It wasn’t until then that I noticed he was holding a plastic bag from the pharmacy down the street. He closed the door behind us and pulled a white box from the bag.

“What’s that?” I asked. He showed me the front of the box. “Why do you have that?”

“Why else?”

“Breeze, I can’t be pregnant again already.”

“My pull-out game is damn near nonexistent because I hate doing that shit. Just take the test so we can be sure.”

“What makes you think I’m pregnant?”

“Your period been weird?—”

“Because I’m nursing two babies. Plus, we’ve been using other stuff for birth control.”

“That don’t mean shit. My super sperm can’t be stopped.”

Since my husband refused to wear condoms, I had to resort to using vaginal contraceptives. If we got caught up in the moment, he tried to pull out but failed many times. I was still breastfeeding and pumping, so my period was somewhat irregular and light, but I didn’t think I was pregnant.

“Why do you think I’m pregnant?” I asked again.

“For the past few weeks, I’ve been tired, and?—”

“Shit!”

For some reason, when I was pregnant with the girls, Breeze had more pregnancy symptoms than I did.

“Exactly. Take the test.”

I snatched it from him and marched to the bathroom inside our bedroom. His nosy ass was right behind me, and I didn’t bother telling him to leave because it would’ve been a waste of time.

Begrudgingly, I pushed my leggings down and sat on the toilet. After ripping the box open and taking the wrapping offthe test, I slipped it between my legs and relieved my bladder. Breeze’s nasty ass took the test from me, not giving me the chance to put it on the counter.

By the time I cleaned myself up and washed my hands, we had our answer. I couldn’t even be mad because I was married to the most amazing husband and father a woman could ask for. He could plant as many seeds in me as he wanted, although I wouldn’t say that out loud because he’d take me up on the offer. I was crazy in love but not crazy.

When we foundout Melodie was pregnant the first time, I truly didn’t care what gender the babies were. Now that the girls were here, I began to worry about who would be there to protect them when I wasn’t around. Of course, their big cousin RJ would be there, but he had his own little sister to worry about. The desire for a son of my own became strong, and I began to have dreams about Melodie giving birth to a mini-me.

We’d talked about having more kids but wanted to wait until the girls were at least a year old before trying again. However, it looked like six or seven months would have to be enough because the pregnancy test I held in my hand read pregnant in bold, dark, capital letters.

It wouldn’t be so bad because the girls would be fifteen or sixteen months when this baby was born, and that was close enough to eighteen months. I couldn’t stop my lips from forming a smile, and when I looked in the mirror, I saw Melodie’s eyes on me.

“You don’t even have to tell me what it says,” she said as she turned around and leaned against the counter.

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