Vince snickered. “Look at you bein’ all poetic. You need ta be on the list for da next spoken word event Man Man has.”
Both of Troy’s middle fingers went up in the air. We all laughed hysterically. My people were fools.
Tomorrow was the day that we told everyone about my baby being pregnant, but everyone who was invited was told that it was a party to celebrate our one year anniversary. When I found out that Pril was pregnant, it was the best day of my life. I was ready to be a father. It was an added bonus that I found the right woman to have my child.
Pril was anxious about everything that had to do with this pregnancy. It was understandable because of her condition. Between her mother and me, we tried to keep her anxiety low. It was hand and foot. I was at her beck and call. For the right woman, there was nothing wrong with that. She was the right woman.
There haven’t been any real problems since we found out that she was pregnant. The low placed placenta was a concern, butthe doctor said that we were good. As long as it didn’t cover the cervix, we should be good.
One thing that pregnancy did for Pril was make her a fucking sex fiend. Her ass wanted to fuck every day in some way. It could be mouth, pussy, or ass. She didn’t give a damn as long as she got this dick. I personally was honored to give her all the dick that she requested.
In the beginning, there was a little bleeding after sex, and I took her ass straight to her doctor. Dr. Frog told us we were all good. That was good to know that we could fuck, but her visits to pound town would be postponed until further notice. For now, she was welcome in gentle city.
“Y’all boys wild.” He took a sip of his drink. “You ready ta give her dat ring dat been burnin’ a hole in ya pocket?”
Yeah, my boys knew that I planned to propose to my baby tomorrow. I couldn’t think of a better place to ask her to be my wife. It was a surprise announcement party for everyone else, an anniversary party for us, and I wanted to turn it into an engagement party. “Man, you know I ready. I probably shoulda been ask, but I wanted it ta be da right time. Tomorrow is da right time.”
Pril was the woman that I waited for God to send me. After I broke up with Charlotte, I refused to waste my time in meaningless relationships. I got my dick wet in the meantime, but I made sure it was with females who understood what it was. They had one time to play with it, and it was a wrap. I also made sure I kept that shit to a minimum. It was hard to tell a female not to get addicted to dope dick.
Vince gripped my shoulder. “Findin’ da woman dats your forever is a good feeling. It really is fava from God.”
His words played in my mind. He was right. It really was God’s favor, and I’d accept every bit of it.
Back To The Party. . .
“Baby, oh my God. I love you so much.” Tears streamed down my baby’s eyes.
I chuckled before I pulled her back into me. “You know I had ta make sure my baby had what she really wanted. This is your personal stash too.”
I looked down at the small pan of eggs that were smothered, covered, and chunked, a small pan of bacon, and pecan waffles. The catered food was a Southern feast, but I knew my baby wanted her Waffle House. “Do you want a plate?” she asked as she picked up a plate.
“Yeah, let me get a waffle. Those shits be good as fuck. Let me get da strawberry syrup out the fridgarata.” I had everything that my baby needed to make sure that her and my bean ate good. We’d call this the appetizer because I knew her ass planned to eat some of the catered food as well.
We sat in the kitchen in our own little world to eat Waffle House. These were the moments that I loved with Pril. The times where it was just us. Soon that us would include our little bean and I couldn’t wait.
“Why y’all back here when we all out der ta celebrate y’all?” My mama came into the kitchen ready to start hell. “Bring y’all Waffle House eatin’ asses outcha.”
Pril was tickled with her giggling ass. “Mama Shayla, we’re coming. He wanted to make sure I ate before we got out there and in the mix with everyone.”
My mama’s eyes bucked. “So, there ain’t food outcha, Man Man? Stop playin’ wit’ me and bring y’all asses outcha.”
“We comin’, Mama. You want some?” I asked my mama. My laugh was held in as she looked at me like she wanted to knock the fuck out of me.
Pril still took the time to finish her food before we went back to the dining room. When we got out there, it was a full on party. At the sight of us, the DJ played the baby mama dance song. I had to pull out my phone to get her and the rest of the women on camera. Even in her silliness she was fine as fuck. My bean made her thicker than she was if that was even possible. After the DJ switched the song, I posted the video on IG with the caption,The love of my life and the mother of my child.
A hand gripped my shoulder. I looked over to see my smiling father. “Boy, you ready ta turn dis into an engagement party?”
I took a deep breath. “Yeah, I ready.” I walked over to the DJ booth to grab the microphone. He knew what was up. “Aye, can I get y’all attention please?”
I waited for everyone to calm down before I asked Pril to come to the stage. Nervousness rode her expression like a talented equestrian. After what felt like forever, she stood in front of me. Her body leaned into mine. In a whisper, she asked, “Why are we up here?”
I kissed her lips lightly. “Pril, I love you so much. I’on know what I was doin’ befo’ you came into my life. What I do know is that I don’t want ta do anything else witout you in it.” I handed the DJ the microphone. Once I had what I needed in my hand, I dropped to one knee.
Pril took a step back then smacked her hand over her mouth. My bean turned her into a crybaby. “Tafari.”
I smiled at her before I opened the ring box so she could see the ring inside. “Pril Jasmine Blinds, I want you ta be my forever for foreva. Will you be my wife?”
When she lowered herself, I reached out to help her. Once she was on her knees, she cupped my face. “Yes, I want to be your wife. I love you so much.”
