“Then that means we keep trying until you carrying my babies. A negative test isn’t a stop on our life, Baby.”
“That’s true.”
“This isn’t an accidental pregnancy. We knew what we were doing in Ashbourne. Shit, I knew what the fuck I was doing.”
“Oh God, what about miscarriages?”
“I get you used to preparing yourself for the worst because it helps you. Stop doing that shit… you don’t need to prepare for shit. All the things that is coming to you is good.” He held my face and kissed me on the lips roughly.
“You don’t have to be rough.”
“You so fucking hardheaded. Go grab those tests and take one… really need to know something, Boobie.”
He helped me stand up and I went to grab the box of pregnancy tests. I don’t know why I hid them in the kitchen.
Deep down, it felt better than hiding them in my bathroom. Every time I took a test that was stored in the bathroom, it was always negative.
I held the box in my hand, and he grabbed me up, walking me into the bathroom, kissing me on the neck, as he went to sit on the bed.
“What if the test is negative, Goo?”
“We both alive, right?”
“Yes.”
“That pussy only gets wet for me, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then you live another day for me to beat that pussy swollen.” He winked, and I blushed, going into the bathroom.
Poking my head out the bathroom door. “Are you nervous?”
“So fucking nervous.” he admitted.
“K.”
I went into the bathroom and quickly unwrapped the test and peed before recapping it, sitting it on the back of the toilet, so I could finish relieving myself.
I wiped myself and washed my hands before I walked back out into the room. Goo held his arms open and pulled me onto his lap, as we were both silent.
He rested his chin on my shoulder. “Even if this test doesn’t come back the way we hope, you gonna be a good mommy, Boobie.”
“Think so?”
“I may need to object to a few things cause you off your rocker, but you gonna do this shit with one hand tied behind your back.”
I kissed his head. “I love you, Gerald.”
He grabbed a handful of my ass and kissed me.
“Love you more, Boobie… hands sweating and shit because I’m so nervous.” He laughed.
It was cute that he was nervous.
He cared.
All the other times I took tests didn’t feel like this one. This one felt like peace.
Home.
Even if the results didn’t turn out the way we wanted, I would still be okay.
We would still be okay.
I never set a timer because those always made me nervous. We both sat in silence with Bando at the door, wondering what was going on. I held onto him tightly, as he continued to kiss my shoulder.
“Ready to look?” I asked.
He nodded, and I climbed off his lap and walked into the bathroom.
My bathroom wasn’t massive, but today it felt like it was taking three miles to get to the toilet.
I picked the test up and held it in the palm of my hands as he stared at me. Hanging onto whatever emotion he was feeling.
Both of us were scared.
It was crazy for us to be in this place. At the same time, this was very on brand for me. Like he said, this baby was planned and made in love. Goo made love to me that night. He told me he loved me in that moment.
Handing it to him, he held it in his big hand and looked at me. “Just tell me, Goo… am I going to be a teen mom?”
He shook his head and flipped it over, and pure shock entered his face. Goo closed his eyes as he held the test tighter in his hands. “Alhamdulillah! May Allah bless my baby and my wife.”
My stupid eyes watered as I watched him in his moment. His eyes were closed, as if this was a prayer he had been praying for a long time, and it had come true.
I was pregnant.
Something that I thought wouldn’t happen for me. I thought I would just be the rich Godmother, and children weren’t in my cards. As hard as the reality was, I was fine with that.
“Fuck… my bad, Baby Cakes.” He came over and pulled me into his arms, kissing me on the lips a dozen times.
Each time I thought he was done, he gave me another seven kisses. I rubbed his face and looked up into his eyes. “You made us parents, Pumpkin.”
“The way I was fucking that pussy… I knew I would.”
I pinched him. “Gerald.”
“I’m saying… had you in every position too.” He kissed my lips, pulling back, admiring me. “I need you to open something.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah… come on.” He pulled me behind him, still clutching the test in his hand, as he brought me back to the kitchen where the gifts were.
It was the Gucci bag I had been eyeing since I came out into the kitchen this morning. He shook the box out of the bag and handed it to me.
He stood there, still clutching the test in his hand. Goo was so excited he couldn’t sit still as I slowly unwrapped the box and took the lid off.
“What did you get me that has you so excited?” I looked over at him, as he rested his chin on his closed fist that the pregnancy test was in.
“Open it.”
I quickly pulled all the things off the box and lifted the bag and shook off the dust bag.
“A diaper bag? What the hell?”
He laughed, as he came near and kissed me on the lips. “Some shit felt off with you… I couldn’t put my finger on it, but when I saw that box of pregnancy test, it all made sense.”
“So, you bought a diaper bag not knowing if I was pregnant or not?”
“All I knew is that you would eventually be… I always hit my target… fuck you meannn. Put it on your shoulder,” he directed, as I stood with the bag on my arm.
He was crying as he looked at me modeling the bag. “Pumpkin.” I reached for a hug, and he kissed my neck.
“This shit is an honor to me, Zoya. You allowing me to bless your womb… giving me that kind of trust. Boobie, you don’t even know what that shit means to a nigga like me.”
I kissed his lips softly. “Maybe the honor is allowing a man like you to bless my womb. I don’t care what you do in the streets or the life you lived. I care how you show up for me… how you show up for your family. I want to create this family with you… this doesn’t scare me.”
He picked me up, dropping the diaper bag onto the floor, kissing and holding me. “I fucking love you, Zoya.”
“I love you too, Gerald… so much.”
He pulled back and smirked. “Oh, I get a so much… put that shit on Ricky.”
I slapped his chest. “It’s fucking Roxie, Gerald!”
Bando ran and jumped up on us, and he put me back down. “Bando, you are going to be a big brother.”
I paused and looked at him, and our eyes met. “What up, Boobie?”
“Remind me.”
He put the diaper bag down and pulled me closer to him. I didn’t need the words because his expression told me everything that I needed to know.
“I love you, Zoya… I was made to love you and this was supposed to happen. I don’t take it for granted, Boobie… I want this… us forever.” He touched my stomach.
Goo pulled my face up and I kissed his lips. “Thank you, Pumpkin.”
“No, thank you, Zoya. I’m gonna protect this family… need you to trust and know that. I also need you to know that I’m not going anywhere… not running. You gonna run?”
I kissed him on the cheek. “Not anymore, Goo. Thank you… I know I’m not easy, and you still are here. Although, you still have the chance to run if you want.”
He slapped my ass. “You got better luck paying those J-walking tickets than me walking the fuck away.”
“Gerald, I paid those shits already.” I laughed, as he picked the diaper bag up and adjusted the straps to fit around him, and it didn’t.
Bando jumped up on him as I watched them both.
This was my little family.
Mine.