He chuckled. “Soon.”
“And that means?” My hands now rested on my hips and my was glaring at him. Taking yet another break on my task. At this rate it wouldn’t get done.
“Means your sister is throwing this baby shower shit and didn’t want to invite my auntie and not her husband who happens to be yo’ pops.”
I giggled. “What baby shower?” I remembered specifically telling him and my sister that I didn’t want a baby shower.
“The one that we’re discussing right now. The one that you’ll be on yo’ best fucking behavior at.”
“Zero.”
“Empress. Our people wanna celebrate the lives we created. Why you against that?” He was serious and looking at me for an answer.
“I jus…just.” I stopped when I realized I didn’t have a concrete answer as to why I was so against this baby shower. My eyes fell on him as he walked in my direction.
“Exactly, so you’re gonna suck it the fuck up and we’ll enjoy whatever the fuck it constitutes.” By now he was standing in front of me, neck craned down to kiss me. “Right?”
“They think they’re smart sending you to talk to me about the tedious shit. Like you run me.”
He chuckled. “Ain’t nobody say that. There you go with yo’ hormones thinking shit.”
“Yeah whatever, do you wanna get out of my space so that I can get this done? Big ma made me a seven-up cake this Sunday. I don’t wanna mi?—”
“Miss it. I know you done said that shit about twelve times since this morning. If you get those damn receipts counted we’ll be out of here.”
“You’re right, now get your hands off of me. As a matter of fact go far over there and stop trying to distract me.”
He chuckled, rubbing my belly one good time before he did as I asked. In no time he was standing at the other end of the bar doing what he was doing before he came all in my space.
The funny thing is no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t not sneak glances at him. The nigga was fine. Like fine enough to get it wherever, whenever. These hormones had me hot, shit borderline sizzling when I looked at him. I mean he was fine before the pregnancy, but at this point the man was irresistible. I probably sounded cliché as hell, but I was obsessed with the way he licked his lips, obsessed with the way he palmed shit. Shit obsessed with how he handled everything, including me.
“Stop looking at me like that foe’ we miss Sunday dinner.”
I shook my head, opting not to ask him how I was looking at him because I already knew exactly how I was looking at him.Like if I wasn’t so hungry, I would’ve been saying fuck Sunday dinner.
“You looklike you’re over this shit already.” Rev took a seat next to me on the couch.
“I am. Like I’m stuffed, literally but in my mind I feel like I could eat some more. It’s some psychological shit going on.”
He laughed. “That’s fucked up now that you explain it.”
“Truly.”
“How are you though, you know mentally and shit.” He peered over at me.
I shook my head, thinking as deep as I could about his question. “To be honest with you, I have my days. Irish’s ghetto Doctor Phil pep talk did something for me though.”
He chuckled. “Good. I know I be out the way and missing, but I do be thinking about you, lil’ one.”
“I know you do. That’s why you text me at three in the morning asking what I’m doing when you know damn well I’m pregnant. When we were both out here for the streets you used to get a response.”
“I know. I be like damn, she really fucked around and grew up.”
“Unfortunately, grew up and out.” My eyes began to scan the living room for Zero, because my ass was getting tired. He’d stepped off to the back porch to smoke with Irish and Malik which meant he’d be high as hell when he came back in.
“What’s up, pops? You good?” Rev’s voice interrupted my visual search.
“Can’t call it. Trying to be. You good son?” My father was talking to Rev, but I could feel his eyes on me.