Page 65 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
He lookedat me with love. “You’re beautiful Kish. This is beauty at its best.” He told me. I placed my hand on my stomach and blushed.
Mya and Victoriawalked in from the cafeteria. “Boyyy, if your ass didn’t make it here, I promise I was fucking you up.” Victoria walked past him and stood beside me. “You okay baby?”
“I feel much bettersince the epidural.” I told her.
Meek ignoredVictoria’s shit talking and spoke to Mya. “What up?” He smiled.
She saton the couch and chuckled. “I told you she was gonna call, and you were all worried and shit.”
“You thoughtI wasn’t going to call?” I asked.
He looked in my eyes.“I really wasn’t sure Kish, you act like you hated a nigga. I thank you so much for calling me though.”
I shiftedmy eyes to look directly at him. “I fought with myself for a long time about this, but I had to do it. It wouldn’t have been right, if not for you at least for my son.” I confessed.
He smiled. “Can I kiss you?”He asked.
I pointed to my cheek.“Right here.” I said.
“I’ll take that.”He bent down placing his soft lips on the side of my face.
The nurse walkedin and checked me after she looked at the time. “Looks like you’ll be delivering around midnight, hopefully.” She said. “You’re seven centimeters and its usually quick after that. Let me call the doctor.” She said.
Meek looked at me.“If this boy comes on my birthday, I promise you that’ll be the best fucking gift I can ask for.”
I silently prayedthat he did wait to come out just so I could give him the perfect gift. Meek fed me crushed ice while I waited to start pushing because my mouth was dry. Although I was having an easy labor; I couldn’t stop crying because the pressure in my pelvic area was horrible. I thought it’d break any minute. Mya stayed away from all of this because she didn’t do so well with blood, and I understood.
Meek and Victoriastood right beside me. At exactly 12:30am little Meek was born weighing 8lbs and 9ounces. He was a big boy and when he made his entrance into this world, I felt complete. “Happy Birthday to both of my boys.” I told Meek before passing out. I was exhausted.
I completely missedanything that came after the delivery, I was too zoned out to see the after birth come out I didn’t even feel them stitching me up or wiping me down. However, when I did come to, my baby was being brought to me in my arms wrappedin a blanket. “He looks just like you Meek.” I smiled at my little curly haired baby. “Where’s Mya and Victoria?” I asked.
“Mya got sick,so she went to get a breath of fresh air but they coming back up. Thank you so much for giving me a son Kisha. I love ya’ll so fucking much.” He smiled with love in his eyes.
“I wouldn’tof had it any other way Meek. I want him to have everything that we didn’t have, and I want him to experience everything we didn’t get a chance to.”
He usedhis hand to stroke my hair. “That means family Kish. If you want him to have what we didn’t have, that means family. Being raised in the same home with both of his parents, baby. We owe that to him.” He expressed.
“So,you would only do it for him? We can’t make something work just for the baby, it has to be what we both want in the heart.”
“You knowwhat I want Kisha; I love the shit out of you. You already knew that. I just fucked up and I’m sorry. I don’t want anybody besides you.” He said with a tear in his eye that he quickly blinked away. “I want to make this right? I promise you. I need us all in the same home. I want to come home to my family every night.”
I thoughtabout what he said. I had so much to tell him, about my counseling sessions and all that I’d done in these last three months, but it would have to wait because Victoria and Mya walked back inside the room.
“Feeling better Mya?”I asked.
She walked nextto me staring at the baby. “What did you name my handsome nephew?”
“Marquis Jr.”I laughed.
“Um hmm andyou swore you weren’t making him a junior.” She laughed.
“I was mad.”I blushed embarrassed.
Meek wasn’t laughingat any of it though; he was in a serious mood right now. “Victoria, don’t you have something you want to give Kisha?” He asked.
“Oh shucks.”She hopped up and pulled a card from her purse. “Here, this is for you.” She said. “Let me hold the baby so you can open it.” She ran to wash her hands and grabbed his little squirming body cradling him in her arms. I ripped the card open, and it read it was a picture with a little animated baby boy that read:
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