Page 32 of Tyriq & Teaira
She smirks then shrugs. “Well, it’s the truth.”
“Does she need to start the vitamins today?” Tyriq asks the doctor.
“Yes, she can or she can wait until tomorrow. Either way is fine,” Dr. Blackwell says.
“What about the iron for her anemia? We need to get those too, right?” he follows.
“It doesn’t have to be. There are a number of prenatal vitamins that have iron. As long as it has twenty-five to twenty-seven milligrams of iron that’s fine.”
“Bet. Twenty-five to twenty-seven,” he says while nodding.
We arrived at Total Women’s Care at two and Tyriq has been asking questions nonstop. He asked more than me and it’s actually kind of cute. This tall, fine, balling, DP nigga is a softie for me and our little baby in my belly. During my pelvic exam, he was down there with the doctor instead of being by my side.
“If there aren’t any more questions, I’ll leave you alone so you can get dressed. Leave the gown on the table. We are in this together and our tentative journey will be outlined in your documents when you check out. November will be here soon. Congratulations again, Mommy and Daddy,” she says while smiling.
She stands then sanitizes her hands before walking out of the room. As soon as she’s gone, he stands and helps me off the table. When my feet hit the tiled floor, he pulls me into him. No words are exchanged as we both process everything. In the last hour and a half, thanks to a vaginal ultrasound, we heard our baby’s heartbeat, got our first picture, and learned our due date. November twenty-fifth, we will be parents.
When I lift my teary eyes to meet his, he smiles, then leans in and kisses me so softly and tenderly. The moment our lips break, he kisses my forehead then peppers more kisses down my face back to my lips. This second kiss is soul snatching and I feel my damn legs get shaky. His hands move to my stomach when he frees my tongue from his mouth.
“We got a baby in there,” he utters.
“Yeah, our little gummy bear,” I gush and he frowns, just like he did when I first said it. The minute the picture was on the screen that was the first thought that came to mind. My baby looked like a little cute gummy bear.
“Stop saying that,” he scoffs.
“He or she will be the cutest little gummy bear,” I tell him before lifting and kissing his chin. “Untie me so I can get dressed. We have to be at my parents’ by six.”
“You ready for this?” he asks.
“Actually, I am. She’s been begging me to bring a man to meet them and for a grandbaby. Tonight, she’s getting both. Telling them is one of the least stressful parts of this.”
His hand cuffs my chin then he lifts my head. “Not a man. Your man,” he corrects and I can’t help but smile. Our old arrangement is definitely nonexistent now.
As soon as we pull in front of Perfect Pick, Teaira moves and wakes up. I was hoping she would at least stay asleep until we reached her parents’. Since she worked last night, she scheduled our appointment for two-thirty so she could sleep in but that shit failed. She was so anxious about today that she barely slept at all. When we left the doctor, I stopped by the pharmacy, grabbed her vitamins. Then we went through the Brewed Bean drive-thru and she got a decaf version of the coffee she likes. After she sipped it and took her vitamins, she reclined the seat back and knocked out.
“Where are we?” she mumbles as she moves to sit up.
“Almost there. I just gotta make a pickup. Stay like that, don’t move.”
“Mmhm,” she sighs. “But where is this?”
“The Marquis Plaza.”
“The only thing out here is a nail shop, bakery, and that flower shop.”
“Just close your eyes and chill. I’ll be right back.”
I leave my Escalade running, get out, then head inside. Flowers, plants, and small trees are everywhere; some on table displays and others in the large glass coolers lining the walls. The coolers on the left are filled with actual bouquets, flowers, vases, and bows. I spot a pretty bouquet of pink and red roses and grab it. Nothing else is giving what I’m looking for. I need the perfect ones for Tee.
I’ve been feeling Tee for a minute now but held off because she wasn’t playing about our lil arrangement. But after seeing her beautiful ass face light up when our baby’s heartbeat filled the room, I real shit fell hard as hell. She had a nigga on her last year at our DP block party. She was feisty as fuck, sexy as hell, and talking mad shit. I had to have her then but I need to have her now. We’re having a child, and on DP, I’m going to make sure I give them everything they need before they even ask for that shit.
“Do you need any assistance, sir?” a short brown-skinned female with glasses asks from behind me.
“Yeah. I’m looking for purple flowers. I didn’t see any on the walls.”
“I can help you with that. Single or an arrangement?” she asks.
“A big bouquet, nice and pretty. Something a lady would like.”
