Page 21 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon 2

“Damn, you gotta chill with that, baby mama. You had sausage. You don’t need all that pork anyway. Too much sodium.”

“It smells so good,” she whined as Eazy reached for a bottle of Louisiana hot sauce and sprinkled some on part of his omelet.

Lotus grabbed her glass of orange juice and noticed the pill capsule beside it.

“What’s this?”

“Prenatal vitamin.” Eazy took a bite of his food. “You need to start taking those now. Helps with all kinds of developments and shit for you and the baby. I left the bottle in your medicine cabinet.”

Lotus looked around her apartment. Nothing was different per se, but she could tell he’d done his best at cleaning. Now she was wondering what type of nigga she was really involved with.

“So, is there some contest or competition I missed? Or you got something to prove?”

“What you talking about?” he asked, cutting into another piece of his dish.

“Is there something else on your mind? Maybe your ex that’s back from the dead?” she suggested.

Eyes focused straight ahead, but arms propped on the counter, Eazy froze. The whole situation had him tight. It was why he had his pistol in his sweats’ pocket now. He called Summit and Taci’s spot so much last night his grandfather eventually took the landline off the hook, and he only used his cell every now and then, so it was most likely tucked in a drawer somewhere. Taci was more technical between the two, but she knew how to put her shit on DND and would in a heartbeat.

“Something on yours?” He faced her.

“Well, of course I’m curious.” Lotus swallowed her bite. “I want to know what it means, how you’re feeling? How this affects us going forward?”

Eazy simpered, finding her inquiries sexy as her brows knitted together.

“You want me to keep it a buck with you, Lo?”

“Ten times out of ten,” she countered, watching him nod before swallowing and setting his fork down.

“I spent four years grieving somebody who wasn’t even dead. Only for me to look her in her face and not even know who the fuck she is anymore. I once thought I knew her better than she knew her fucking self. Now…” Eazy shook his head. “I’m wondering if a nigga knew her at all. It hurts. The fact that she chose to trust Oracle over me in the situation cuts deep. Ain’t shit I can do about it now, though. So, we leaving the past where it’s at. Besides, I got a lot to look forward to.” He picked up his glass of orange juice before draping a hand behind Lotus and leaning in to kiss her and place his hand over her stomach.

“I like that answer.” She kissed him back. “But I would understand if you need time. Space⁠—”

“Nah, fuck that. We not doing none of that. Niva or no Niva, I’m where I want to be. She moved on before I did. You helped open a nigga up to whatever this is and blessing me with a little one. We made a fucking baby, Lo. I don’t take that for granted. Real shit.”

Lotus heard her phone ringing as someone knocked at her front door. Eazy picked up his plate, starving like he was the one carrying a child, and carried it with him to answer the door. Lotus slid off her stool to grab her phone, and he flung the apartment door open for Bull, Toni, and the kids.

“What’s up, bro?” Bull dapped him up and let Toni and the kids stroll in before him.

“What’s good? T, little people.” Eazy greeted them with a nod. “Yo, Lo, where you go?”

“I’m talking to Taci.” She slid out of her room and waved to everyone else while frowning as Taci went off on her. “Did you tell her I was pregnant?”

“No.” Eazy cut into his omelet and took a bite. “I told Summit.”

“Ezekiel!”

“Aye, it was a dicey situation, Lo. You had to be there,” he responded, chewing then slowly swallowing.

“Now she yelling at me about fornicating, being a baby mama, and some more shit.”

“You’re pregnant!” Toni squealed. “Oh, my God, congratulations!” She clapped her hands together, and Lotus gave an eyeroll.

“Not now, girl.” Lotus’s brows went up. “Taci, I need you to calm down and remember you supposed to be a Christian, calling me everything but a child of God.”

Eazy snickered and moved back over to the counter so he could keep eating.

“I made breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, sausage.”