He was just a green flag waiting in the corner while your coochie was being busted open.
Honestly, it was our fault as women. While we were riding dick and having the time of our lives, we weren’t thinking about those things. Next thing we knew, we were sitting with a stomach full of semen, and a baby that would end up looking like their father.
Despite all of that, I still wanted to experience it.
I wanted to play the lottery of genetics and see what we could come out with. Did that make me crazy?
Goo gently kissed my chest up to my lips and looked at me. “Let me take that pain away from you.”
I laughed. “Pumpkin, you cannot fix all my problems.”
He kissed my lips. “I’ll damn sure try.”
“I know you would.”
I watched as he leaned back. “Let me make us parents, Boobie.”
“You play too much.”
“I’m serious.”
“Seriously?”
My mind was trying to come to terms that I was actually considering this. The way my heart sped up because I wanted this, but that fucking fear of mine.
“More serious than anything in my entire life, Zoya.”
“Getting pregnant is the issue… it just never happens.” I warned him before he got his hopes up.
Me and Sigel were trying and nothing happened.
Nothing.
Every negative pregnancy test made me not want it anymore. I gave up hope, thinking that maybe I wasn’t supposed to be a mother.
Instead of becoming scared, he kissed my forehead and rested his lips there. “This one will happen. A gift from Allah.”
“You think so?” I questioned, needing some kind of reassurance. Even if it wasn’t a medical opinion, I needed someone to tell me that this could happen.
Even if it never did.
I was leaning on my elbows as he lay me back and kissed me softly. “Uh hmm.”
“What if this is crazy?”
Goo paused and stared at me. “Tell me yes.”
“Yes? I’m confused.”
“Tell me yes, Zoya.”
“Why?” I challenged.
“The worst part of wanting to be fragile is that lie in your head that tells you that you can’t control how I treat you. As if you’re supposed to just allow me to do any and everything without your input, and baby that’s not true.” He kissed my neck. “Tonight…fuck…” he moaned into my neck as I wrapped my legs around him.
“Tell me.”
“Tonight, I’m gonna show you proof that you still make the rules, baby. I’m gonna move when you move. I’ll stop when you say. If it’s yes, say it, and I’m yours. Surrender to me and allow me to give you what I know you want… what you need, Zoya. Love… cause I fucking love you, Zoya.”
