She wrapped her arms around my neck before leaning in for a kiss. “If I tell you something, you promise you won’t flip out?”
I chuckled. Any time she started a conversation like that, I was in for some shit. I peered down at her suspiciously before nodding my head. “What’s up, Lovey?”
She pursed her lips before shooting me a set of nervous eyes. “I’m late.”
“Lovey, you late all the damn time. We pulled up late here. Nobody expect you to be on time.”
She smacked her lips with a stale look panning out on her face. “No, idiot. I’m late… like my period.”
When she said that, I couldn’t contain the big-ass smile that broke out on my face. “You deadass?”
She nodded. “I haven’t taken a test yet. I wanted to do it together.”
“C’mon. We going home.”
“Ahkeem!”
“Fuck that. We had a time. Let’s go say bye to our people. We out.” I took her hand, and we began navigating the crowd, saying bye to our family and friends.
PJ and Brit were the last ones to say goodbye to, but they were so fucking turnt, it was like trying to catch two dogs while they were having the zoomies. PJ had a bottle in his hand while Britain was throwing back shots. I already knew when she called my wife tomorrow morning, she was going to be pumping and dumping.
“Y’all needed this night out, I see,” Jazzy giggled once Priest finally wrapped his arms around Britain.
“Man… them fucking kids, son… they running us crazy.”
“Fuck them kids tonight!” Britain cheered with her hand in the air.
Jazzy and I busted out laughing while shaking our heads. “Y’all good? We about to dip.”
“Shit, already?” Priest dapped me up.
“Yeah. We’ll be at the house, so come by. I’ll cook breakfast. Bring my babies,” Jazzy told them.
“We will. Drive safe. Love you guys.” Brit hugged us both before she zoomed off as soon as “Take Me Thru Dere” came blasting through the speakers.
“Yo, I love my fucking wife!” Priest exclaimed before hugging us both. “Be safe. See y’all tomorrow.” He then jetted right behind Brit, trying to catch all the ass she was throwing back.
When we got close to Staten Island, we stopped at the 24-hour pharmacy, and we racked up on pregnancy tests like two silly-ass kids.
“You been feeling symptoms and shit?” I asked her as we nervously paced the bathroom floor together.
“Not really. But I never really feel the symptoms.”
I checked my watch, seeing we had a minute left before we could see the results. For the last sixty seconds, I grabbed her hand and brought it to my lips.
“If it’s negative, we not gone let it deter us.”
“Of course, baby,” she assured.
The minute dragged on before it was finally time. We both rushed over to the sink, damn near toppling over each other. Our eyes widened at the results.
Pregnant+
We checked the other one. It was positive too!
“I knew I was hitting that shit right! It had to happen the night I had your leg up on my shoulder!”
She smacked her lips. “Nigga.”
