Page 31 of His Lucky Blessing

That was easy for her to say. My son’s sixth birthday was coming up and I couldn’t deal with the thought of having another child. Maybe the test was wrong. If I was pregnant that meant I had to get pregnant immediately after we startedfucking. I was so careless and enjoying the sex that I never thought about the consequences.

“Blessyn, seriously get your shit together. We both pregnant but at least you have help.”

“Can you stop saying that. I’m here to help you. I’ll be your baby daddy. In the meantime, I need to take my ass home and face mine.”

I hugged my sister and walked out the door in a daze. After losing my son and having a miscarriage I vowed to never get pregnant again. Really, I vowed to never get in a relationship but here I was with broken promises to myself. I was so glad that Lucky wasn’t home when I pulled up. Since we made things official, I spent majority of my time at his house. Every time I would talk about going home, he would get clingy and beg me to stay. My head was spinning, and I could use this time to think this shit through about how I was going to tell him.

As soon as Lucky walked in the door, he scooped me up and sat me on the kitchen counter. The nigga was so affection and clingy when he was home with me. Always kissing and touching on me. It was cute and I loved to be wanted. I just hoped we weren’t going through the new couple phase and then the shit die after a few years of being together.

“What your fine ass been up to today?” He asked as he kissed my neck.

“I went and talked with my sister and found out I was about to be an auntie.”

“See ain’t you glad you took your ass over there. Ain’t nothing like sibling love.”

“Yeah, I am. I really missed her. She got on my nerves, but she was always the highlight of my day.”

“But?”

“Huh?” I looked at him.

“There’s a but in your voice, you just ain’t say the shit.”

“Nothing. It’s just been a crazy day.”

“Nah, it’s something else going on with you. I thought this shit was built off being real?”

He was right. If he was had something to tell me, I would want him to say it. It took me all fucking day to figure out how to say it. The only way I could come up with was to show him, instead of saying it.

“Let me down.” Lucky grabbed me and let me down off the counter. I took the stairs to the bedroom and grabbed the test from my jeans I wore earlier. “Here.”

“This what got your ass in a funk? Man, if you don’t get your ass over here so we can celebrate this shit. I told you I was getting your ass pregnant but wait a minute, I just told you that the other night. How the fuck it happened so fast?”

“I been pregnant stupid. I haven’t gone to the doctor yet, but I believe it was the night you invited me over here in that crotchless fucking outfit.”

“That was a night to remember. I knew I fucked up when I went in you raw. This shit just made my day. Damn sho’ hope it’s a boy first.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I didn’t want another son. Kj will always be my number one.

“I rather have a girl. Don’t need a little boy running around here acting like you,” I lightened my mood.

“Why are you acting so scared? You don’t seem as excited as I am?”

I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Lucky was it. The body, dick, and a protector but I just wasn’t ready to tell him the pain that I really went through. He wouldn’t understand where I was coming from so, I hid the shit as best as I could.

“You know I got you, right?”

“I’m not worried, just nervous.”

Lucky was supposed to come to the doctor with me but I begged him to let me do the first visit by myself. The reason being is because of the questions they asked on the first visit. This was my third pregnancy, and I didn’t want him to know that. I told him I never had kids when we first met. Who would’ve thought a one-night stand would bring us to a full relationship?

“Okay, so it looks like you’re about sixteen weeks if I’m correct. You know with everything you’ve been through; I need you to really keep your stress levels down,” my doctor told me.

“About that, the father of my child will be coming with me to my appointments. Could you not mention any of that? I don’t want to relive that part of my life and he doesn’t know about it. I just want to keep it confidential.”

“Yes, I can do that for you. No long hours at the shop though,” the doctor said.

“I’ll adjust my schedule.”

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