To just be River and Cortez.
"I'm happy you came to your senses," I relayed, staring into my man's eyes.
"You think I was gonna let you be the next nigga's four-eyed problem?" He chuckled.
"That's not what I meant. Remember when you said you wanted triplets?" I giggled. "You didn't get three, but you'll be a father of two in the next six months."
Grabbing his hands, I placed them gently on my stomach.
"Damn, I'm 'bout to have two four-eyed babies with my four-eyed fiancée. A nigga did ight in life!"
“Crown please!” I laughed.
The End