Page 30 of Certified Pressure 2
This was supposed to be my throne. My kingdom. And here I was lettin’ one woman pull me out my role. That shit wasn’t me. I dragged again, held it, then let it go. I told myself when I walk in that door, it’s back to business. Pluto had her chance to ride, but she wanna play like she can’t see me for what I am. Cool. That was on her.
I sat there a few more minutes, finishin’ the blunt, then I finally opened the door and stepped out. My chains hit my chest heavy. Guards opened the front doors, and I walked in, the cool air hittin’ my skin. Soon as I stepped in, I saw Kashmere.
She was sittin’ in the livin’ room like she been waitin’ all mornin’. Her legs was crossed, hair pulled up and the look in her eyes sharp. The second she saw me she stood, and the way she moved told me whatever she was holdin’ wasn’t light.
I slowed, slid my hands into my pockets, and looked at her. “Wus’ good?”
Her lips pressed together, then she walked closer until we was damn near face to face. “I need to talk to you.”
“Talk then.”
She looked me dead in my eyes, not flinchin’, not laughin’, or actin’ silly like she normally do. Her voice came out calm, flat, but heavy.
“I missed my period.”
The words sat between us like a gun on the table.
I ain’t move. I just stared at her, lettin’ it sink in while my mind flipped through everything. The hot tub. Her hands on me. That laugh. Her lips on mine. Me lettin’ it slide when I knew better. Me gettin’ so caught up that I nutted in her with no hesitation. Pluto askin’ me last night if I was with anybody elseand me swearin’ I wasn’t. All of it collided in one second, and I felt that heat rise under my skin.
“How late?” I asked finally.
“Five days.”
“You took a test?”
She shook her head. “How would I get a test, Pressure?”
“So what you sayin’? You might be pregnant?”
I can’t say for sure, but I know my body.”
I rubbed my beard, lettin’ my eyes drop to the floor for a second before bringin’ them back up to her. Her eyes were wide like she wasn’t backin’ down.
The shit had my mind so blown, the shit killed my high. Even though I knew my role in this, I wasn’t expectin’ to hear this when I walked through the door. I had just asked Pluto to be my wife last night while makin’ love to her, and now Kashmere was standin’ here tellin’ me she was pregnant.
Fuck…
“A’ight,” I said, my voice low. “We gon’ get one today.”
She nodded, swallowin’ like her throat was dry. “Okay.”
For a second neither of us said shit. The mansion felt too damn quiet, like even the air was listenin’. My chest was hot, my mind was twisted, but I kept my face unreadable.
Inside, though? I was going through it…
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
Looking into Pressure’s eyes, I could tell something was off. He had just come back through the door after being gone overnight, and even though his face stayed calm, I felt the distance in him. He didn’t raise his voice or throw his hands, but I could see it in his eyes—whatever I had just dropped on him was something heavy that he most likely wouldn’t open up to me about.
My stomach turned, not just from the cramps that had been rolling through me for days, but from the way he was looking at me. I knew my body, and missing a cycle wasn’t normal. I had never been late before, not once, and that was why I couldn’t shake the thought that something had changed. It made menervous, but at the same time a strange, quiet joy flickered inside me.
I thought about the nights we shared, the way he would talk to me when we were tangled up, asking me if I wanted his babies like it was the most natural thing in the world. I thought about the way he kissed me while saying it, how it didn’t sound like a joke or just dirty talk, but like he was already planting the idea in my head. And I thought about how, at the time, I brushed it off, not realizing that the more he said it, the more I started wanting it.
Now here I was, standing in front of him with the words already out in the air, and even though his face stayed unreadable, I could tell deep down that he had a lot on his mind. It looked like fear and hope all at the same time.
I couldn’t help the way my heart leapt at the possibility. A baby by Pressure wasn’t a mistake in my eyes. It felt like a win, like proof that what we had wasn’t just another fling under his roof. If I was pregnant, that sealed my place. That would make me the one, no matter who else was still here.
I wanted to know where his head was at, so I swallowed and finally asked the question that had been sitting in my mind since I noticed my calendar was off. “What happens if I am pregnant?”
