Page 54 of Certified Pressure 3
When we got to the airfield, the jet was already prepped. I climbed aboard, dropped my bag in the seat next to me, and leaned back. I slid my Beats in, pulled up my playlist, and let the music take over. Rod Wave’s voice poured through my ears, and I let it ride while the jet climbed through the night sky.
All of a sudden, my thoughts started travelin’ everywhere. I kept thinkin’ about how Pluto was gon’ look when I see her. She was carryin’ my child that was more than just a baby to me. That was my future.
The flight was only a couple hours, and when we landed, another car was already waitin’ on the runway. One of my people had the keys to the rental ready. I signed the slip and took the wheel myself.
I drove through downtown, passed by a few restaurants still open late, and finally pulled up to the hotel. I had a suite on the top floor—five-star, like always. I ain’t cut no corners when it came to my comfort.
Inside, the room smelled like somethin’ good and fresh linen. I dropped my bag near the dresser and sat on the edge of the bed. The silence was heavy, but not in a bad way. It just had a nigga thinkin’.
I picked up my phone and texted Pluto again.
Me:Just made it in.
She text back quick.
Pluto:Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.
I nodded to myself, then replied.
Me:I’ll be there to pick you up.
She sent a small heart emoji back, simple but enough.
A minute later, I shot a quick text to Kashmere too, just so she wouldn’t start thinkin’ too hard.
Me:Just landed.
Not even thirty seconds passed before my phone buzzed again.
Kashmere:Okay. I love you.
I stared at the message for a minute, rubbin’ my hand down my face. I did love her. She been ridin’ for me, standin’ on business and dealin’ with shit most women couldn’t handle, but right now, my head was on my baby.
I typed out a reply anyway.
Me:Love you too.
Then I locked my phone, leaned back, and stared at the ceiling.
There was no easy way to explain what I felt. I wasn’t tryna play nobody, and I wasn’t tryna be out here on no wild shit. I just had two parts of my life pullin’ me in different directions.
I closed my eyes and took a long breath. My thoughts drifted between them both—Kash laid across that bed back home, mad at the world, and Pluto somewhere miles away, probably rubbin’ her belly while thinkin’ about me.
No matter how much I tried to tell myself it was just about the baby, I knew I was lyin’. Pluto had a hold on me that I couldn’t shake. I ain’t even know if I wanted to.
As the night went on, I thought about what tomorrow would bring. I was about to see Pluto again, and I didn’t even know what the hell was gon’ come with that.
For now, all I could do was sit in this room with my thoughts, my music, and that same feelin’ that always found me when it came to her.
I still could’ve slept for another hour but I was up early, already thinkin’. My mind been on go since last night. I sat on the edge of the bed for a minute with my elbows on my knees, scrollin’ through my phone. I finally stood up, stretched, and dragged myself toward the shower.
Steam filled the bathroom fast, and once the hot water hit my chest, I could feel some of that tension leave my shoulders. After I washed up, brushed my teeth, and threw some water on my face, I looked in the mirror. My eyes looked tired, but I still looked like me. I grabbed my fit for the day and threw it on, slid my chain around my neck, and soda my cologne once before headin’ out.
By the time I got down to the rental, the sun was already burnin’ through the clouds. I texted Pluto, lettin’ her know I was on the way.
She ain’t text right back so I stopped by a lil’ breakfast joint on the way. I grabbed Pluto and Zurie some pancakes, turkey bacon, eggs, fruit, and juice.
The drive was smooth. I wasn’t nervous or no shit like that, but this trip felt different. I wasn’t just comin’ to see Pluto. I was comin’ to see my baby, and that shit hit me harder every time I thought about it.
