“So fucking nervous.” he admitted.
“K.”
I went into the bathroom and quickly unwrapped the test and peed before recapping it, sitting it on the back of the toilet, so I could finish relieving myself.
I wiped myself and washed my hands before I walked back out into the room. Goo held his arms open and pulled me onto his lap, as we were both silent.
He rested his chin on my shoulder. “Even if this test doesn’t come back the way we hope, you gonna be a good mommy, Boobie.”
“Think so?”
“I may need to object to a few things cause you off your rocker, but you gonna do this shit with one hand tied behind your back.”
I kissed his head. “I love you, Gerald.”
He grabbed a handful of my ass and kissed me.
“Love you more, Boobie… hands sweating and shit because I’m so nervous.” He laughed.
It was cute that he was nervous.
He cared.
All the other times I took tests didn’t feel like this one. This one felt like peace.
Home.
Even if the results didn’t turn out the way we wanted, I would still be okay.
Wewould still be okay.
I never set a timer because those always made me nervous. We both sat in silence with Bando at the door, wondering whatwas going on. I held onto him tightly, as he continued to kiss my shoulder.
“Ready to look?” I asked.
He nodded, and I climbed off his lap and walked into the bathroom.
My bathroom wasn’t massive, but today it felt like it was taking three miles to get to the toilet.
I picked the test up and held it in the palm of my hands as he stared at me. Hanging onto whatever emotion he was feeling.
Both of us were scared.
It was crazy for us to be in this place. At the same time, this was very on brand for me. Like he said, this baby was planned and made in love. Goo made love to me that night. He told me he loved me in that moment.
Handing it to him, he held it in his big hand and looked at me. “Just tell me, Goo… am I going to be a teen mom?”
He shook his head and flipped it over, and pure shock entered his face. Goo closed his eyes as he held the test tighter in his hands. “Alhamdulillah! May Allah bless my baby and my wife.”
My stupid eyes watered as I watched him in his moment. His eyes were closed, as if this was a prayer he had been praying for a long time, and it had come true.
I was pregnant.
Something that I thought wouldn’t happen for me. I thought I would just be the rich Godmother, and children weren’t in my cards. As hard as the reality was, I was fine with that.
“Fuck… my bad, Baby Cakes.” He came over and pulled me into his arms, kissing me on the lips a dozen times.
Each time I thought he was done, he gave me another seven kisses. I rubbed his face and looked up into his eyes. “You made us parents, Pumpkin.”
