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“Milo,” I sniggered. “Scan your roster. I’m certain someone is available. Maybe you can impregnate her and put in the same work. I don’t know.”
“Don’t fucking play with me, Nature.” He laughed.
“I have to get back to the office. I have two patients to see before I end my day.”
“I’ll take you.”
“I can manage.”
“You look exhausted.”
“I am.”
“Then let me take you and get you home. I’ll have your car lifted to your house.”
“Milo, I appreciate it, but really, I can manage. I’m fine. The appointments won’t take long at all. I’ll be home in the next hour and a half.”
“Alright.” He laid off, but didn’t break eye contact.
“What?” I blushed, hating my cheeks for showing their truest colors.
“You’re about to be a mother, Nay. That’s big shit.”
“Don’t try to downplay it. You’re about to be a father.”
“I know. A nigga nervous a little. I won’t front. Malachi makes the shit look so easy. I’m trying to keep my cool and not call him every five minutes with another question that has arisen.”
“He’ll understand and be happy to help.”
“I know. But I’m not trying to wear him out with shit that I can Google or ask Pops.”
“Parents,” I breathed out, watching Milo peel off a few twenties and lay them on the table.
“Parents,” he repeated. “Fucking parents. And a son on the first try.”
“Admittedly,” I cringed. “I kind of wanted a daughter.”
“My dick still work, Nay. You ain’t said nothing but a fucking word.”
“No,” I tittered. “I’m not trying to raise a bunch of babies with a co-parent. Maybe God will send me a husband and he’ll give me a daughter when I turn forty.”
“He’s trying to give you one once you drop this one. What we waiting until forty for? Thirty-eight, maybe? That’s what, less than two years apart. Two under two sounds doable.”
“I said my husband.”
“I know what the hell you said,” he assured me. “And I know what our future holds, too.”
“Oh, my God. Let it go. Please, sir!”
“Can’t.”
He stood on his feet, looking like a tall glass of vitamin D. The sudden deficiency left me fiending for his supply.
“Help me up.”
Together, we exited the restaurant, making our way to his car. I was considering canceling the two appointments that I had, but decided against it. When I did make it home, I didn’t want the cancelations on my conscience. A bubble bath and the bed were the only things I wanted to lend my thoughts to when I walked through the door.
With Milo at the wheel, we headed back to Marcie’s office where my truck was parked. My vibrating phone stole my attention. Assuming it was my mother texting for an appointment update, I unlocked it without hesitation. However, the name on the screen proved me wrong.
