Page 48 of Regancy & Savior
“I’m sorry. I did?—”
“Of course, you didn’t. However, I went to the doctor a few weeks ago, and I was informed that I’m pregnant. I was waiting until I was clear and out of the first trimester to tell you or anyone for that matter. I’m in the last week of it, so I guess I should tell you.” When I looked up at her, she sported this toothy grin.
“I definitely wasn’t expecting that. So you have to slow down some.” She was way too happy for me.
“I guess so.” We talked for a while before I had to get to my office, so I kissed my baby bye before going and getting into the back seat of the car driven by Beck. By the time I got to the tavern, it was lunchtime, so the place was packed. I eased through the crowd and by the tables to my office.
Before I could take a seat at my desk, my phone was ringing. I already knew it was Savior. He had made it a habit of calling me every time I moved.
“Baby daddy?” I greeted. I was still getting used to this whole baby thing, but I figured it would take a minute. Even though it was unplanned, it had caught me by surprise. However, it happened. I had to stop putting any negative thoughts out there about my little miracle baby. He or she was a gift from God, and somehow, He believed that I needed it, so I would no longer question it. However, I’d in turn protect this baby at all costs, so that meant I had to cool out and take it easy.
“Did you hear me?” His voice sounded aggressively through my phone.
“No, I didn’t. What did you say?” I asked.
“I asked you what you were doing, Regancy.”
I laughed because that man had done a whole one-eighty since my doctor’s appointment that he barged into. I mean, he’d already been attentive and caring, but he was indescribable. In two weeks, Savior became the pappy from hell. Though I found him cute, I still didn’t understand why I needed to have Beck wherever I went, but that nigga was on bully time.
“Sitting in my office. I thought I had an inspection today, but I guess not. Going through some paperwork to kill time, sergeant.” I poked at him.
“Fuck outta here. I was just tryna see if you was hungry or anything.”
I laughed. “I’m at my tavern, Savior. If I was hungry, don’t you think I would have?—”
“You know what? I ain’t calling and checking on yo’ ungrateful ass no more. I’ll just call Beck. He can tell me what I need to know.”
I laughed because he was fake mad at me for calling him on his shit. “So I’ll see you tonight?”
“I’ma be a lil’ late, but I’ll try.”
Immediately, I screwed up my face. I knew he was a busy man, but I still got irritated because I had become used to being under him. “How late, Savior?”
“Why you rolling yo’ eyes like this is some normal shit?”
I didn’t respond, because just that fast, I’d gotten irritated.
“Regancy.”
“I gotta call you back. I just got busy.” I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. I didn’t like how he had gotten me used to a routine that he was trying to break.
“Lying ass. If you hang this phone up?—”
I hung up the phone and set it on the desk in front of me. I knew he’d be mad, but I liked it. Like the toxic person I was, I liked the fire in him because he was calm and controlled 95 percent of the time, but that 5 percent was panty wetting andcrave worthy. Standing to my feet, I walked to the front. I was thirsty and in need of something that would make me belch. Since I found out I was pregnant, all of my symptoms were mild, except the fact that I always found myself picking up something with fizz so I could belch. The moment I approached the bar, I smiled pleasantly at the bartender before requesting a ginger ale and hopping up into the stool.
“Coming right up, boss.” She nodded.
I looked around at the liveness of my space as a smile filled my face. It was beautiful and all I honestly ever dreamed of when I first got the idea.
“It’s really a nice place to come after work,” a deep voice next to me said. “I know the owner. He and I are friends.”
I nodded my head. “Very nice.” I looked in his direction with a smirk. He was trying to front with the obvious lie. He was handsome, but I could tell he was on the cocky side. He was giving me those eyes like he was about to buy my drink. I looked around the crowded tavern again, and immediately, my eyes found Beck seated at the table less than three feet from where I sat. I could feel his eyes on me, as they had been all day, except when I was in my office.
“How about your next drink is on me?” He leaned in closer so I could hear him.
Out of reflex, I leaned back because I didn’t like people in my space unless invited. Before I could respond, he was calling the bartender down.
“Put whatever the lady ordered on me.”
