Page 38 of Tyriq & Teaira
“You’re touching my hair now.”
“Nah. Like can I grab or pull it?” he asks and that sexy but devilish smirk appears on his handsome face.
“As long as you don’t pull my shit too hard and hurt me.”
“Never that. I’d never hurt you,” he says and I can tell by the look on his face that his words go beyond my hair. I can also feel it. He’s telling me that he’d never hurt me. “C’mere,” he adds. Although my legs are draped across his lap, I’m not far at all, I inch over and place my ass on his lap. “Real shit, I can’t imagine having a baby with no one else. He is going to be lucky as fuck.”
“He? Did you see something I didn’t on that screen? I saw a tiny little gummy bear. That’s it. That’s all,” I tease. We won’t know the gender until our next appointment but I honestly don’t want to know until the day of delivery and he or she makes an appearance.
“I feel it, plus I definitely saw a baller on the screen.”
“Girls ball too.”
“I know but I know what I saw,” he says and I just laugh.
“I don’t care either way but my mom for sure wants a little grand princess. My dad too.”
I notice a dip in his eyes and I feel his body stiffen. “Hey. What’s wrong?”
“Dinner with your peeps was how it’s supposed to be. Your pops don’t play about you or your mom and it’s obvious as fuck that you grew up with love in the house. That… yeah… that shit wasn’t me and mine,” he says and his tone is filled with so much sadness.
“The past doesn’t dictate the future. I really think you need to talk to your mom.”
“And say what?”
“Now that, I don’t know. The words will come to you. Maybe ask her what you asked me about loving a man.”
“Nah,” he says while shaking his head. “Ion know about that.”
“Then, start with how you feel. It’s up to you but just talk to her, okay?”
“I’ll see,” is all he offers and I don’t press the issue. This is truly something he has to tackle. “It’s getting late. You ready to head up?”
“Yeah. I’m starting to finally get a little tired now. It’s been a long ass day but a beautiful one.”
“Let’s make it more beautiful,” he says with a smirk.
“And how are we going to do that?” I ask, knowing damn well he wants to do something that’s going to end with me screaming his name.
“How’s my little baby?” Rebel asks. Both of her intrusive hands are on my stomach.
“I truly understand now why some pregnant women don’t like this shit.”
“What?”
“This touching my stomach. It’s weird. It feels weird as hell. Like why the fuck would anyone want to just touch another person’s stomach.”
“Well, hoe, I’m not just anyone,” she says, then her voice morphs into a cartoony one as she leans in close to my stomach. “I’m your auntie and godmother. You can call me Rebel, TeeTee, or Goddie. And ignore your mean mommie.”
When she removes her hands, I suck my teeth. “This is going to be a long ass seven months with you,” I tease, laughing. My bestie is too excited about my pregnancy and I love all of it.
“No, it’s going to be a long seven months with your mom. She has already called me. She has so many plans for the gender reveal and shower.”
“Shower only. No gender reveal.”
“What? Why?” she asks, sounding like I just told her some devastating ass news.
“Yeah. I don’t want to know until he or she arrives. I really want to be surprised.”
