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“Before you say that I don’t be telling you shit and I’m keeping secrets, I had to rush Denim to the hospital. When I dropped Khari off, she was in the house, having back to back contractions. Her mama is there with her now, though, so she’s straight,” I told my wife.
“As much as I can’t stand Denim, I wish her a healthy and safe delivery. You just make sure when it’s my turn in a couple of months, that you’re ready. I need you on point, baby,” Normani said.
She stood up from my lap and went over to the stove, so she could check on the chicken. I laughed and stood up, then beat on my chest.
“Oh, Ima be on point. I may just tell the doctor to get the fuck out of the way, and I’ll deliver my own damn baby,” I said to Normani.
“Okay, Doctor Billion. All I ask is that you don’t pass out on me,” she said.
I walked over and wrapped my arms around her waist then planted kisses on her neck.
“Shorty, this ain’t my first rodeo. I done watched two babies get pushed out into this world. I watched you bleed on my dick, ma. If I ain’t pass out from that shit, I can’t pass out from nothing. Let’s just see if you can back up that shit you was saying about going natural.”
She looked back at me like she was challenging me with her eyes.
“And WHEN I go natural, what you going to get for me?” she asked.
“Any fuckin’ thing you want!” I let her
know.
“Okay. That extra space that you have in the basement that you were talking about turning into a gym… no. I don’t want it to be turned into a gym because I already told you that one of the garages can be our home gym. I want a she shack. You have your man cave, which is your something that you can escape to, and I want the same. You gotta pay for everything too. Anything I want for my she shack, you gotta pay for it, and nothing is off-limits. Deal?” she said.
Leave it to a fuckin’ woman to go above and beyond with her shit. Like, why the fuck wouldn’t she just ask a nigga for a car? Normani knew damn well that I planned to have someone build me a nice ass gym in the basement, but leave it to her ass to try to strip me of that shit.
“Deal. Let me go ahead and start looking at the kind of flooring that I want for my gym,” I said.
She looked at me with shocked eyes and laughed.
“Are you second-guessing me? You don’t have faith in your wife?” she asked as she took the chicken out of the pan and set it on a plate.
“I just know them contractions ain’t shit to play with. Do yo’ thing though, bae,” I said and slapped her on her ass then walked into the den area so I could catch up on sports.
I don’t even know why I made that fuckin’ bet with Normani. I told y’all before that my wife was little in stature but easily the strongest woman I knew.
Two months later
Delivery time
It was a little after three in the morning, and I was down in the living room, moaning in pain with contractions kicking my ass. My husband and I had just gotten home from the hospital about two hours ago after being turned away because I was told that it wasn’t time yet for our baby. This was actually the second time this week that we had been turned around because it was just false alarms. They told me that I was just experiencing Braxton hicks.
My husband raised hell in the hospital both times because he hated that I was in pain, and nothing was being done. Trust me, I was angry myself, but if it wasn’t time, then it just wasn’t time, although this pain was killing me. I didn’t want the option of having to get my water broken because I wanted everything to happen naturally, but I just really didn’t know what I wanted to do.
When I was checked this evening at the hospital, I was barely one centimeter dilated, which was crazy because I felt like I was at least eight centimeters. The more this pain rocked my body, I just didn’t even know if I would be able to do this natural thing that I had been boasting about doing ever since I found out that I was pregnant. My sister had done it natural, my mother told me that she had both me and Naomi natural, so I felt like I had to follow suit.
Billionaire was upstairs in the bedroom, more than likely, finally getting some sleep. My husband rarely slept these days. I rarely slept, and I was always keeping him up with me. I put one of my favorite movies on, which was Freedom Writers, and I hoped this movie could be a distraction, but it wasn’t. I was curled up with the blanket wrapped around my body and softly sobbing into the throw pillow on the couch.
I knew there was one person who could calm me down when I got like this, and that was my mother. I paused the movie and then felt around the couch for my phone. Once I found it, I quickly dialed her up. A contraction shot through my back, and I swear I even felt this little girl power kick me in my vagina. By this time, I was standing up, using the sleeves of my pajamas to wipe my eyes.
“Is it time yet?” was the first thing my mom asked me when she answered the phone. She didn’t even sound like she had been sleeping.
“No, Mommy. I’m in pain. We went to the hospital again this evening, and they turned us around. I don’t… Oh my Godddddd,” I cried, feeling another one rip through my body. This time, I dropped to my knees.
“Normani, what?” my mom screamed into the phone.
“Maaaaaaa,” I cried her name, in so much pain.
“Normani, you need to breathe! Where is your husband?” she asked.
