Page 74 of Regancy & Savior
Seconds later, Beck appeared out of nowhere. “Gentlemen, I think it’s time you both leave. Mr. Jones is no longer in the mood to converse.”
I had to laugh at that shit because Beck knew exactly what the fuck to say to make motherfuckers feel small as fuck.
Camen rose, and they walked toward the door, but dumbass couldn’t leave well enough alone. The security guard of the two fucked up the moment he opened his mouth. “It’s fine, Mr. Jones. You don’t have to converse with us, but Ms. Harris will. I heard she’s a cute one. We’ll see about that.”
Savior’s jaw tightened and he nodded. “I’ll see you soon.” I recognized the specks of death dancing around in his eyes.Detective Dickhead had just signed his own death certificate, and he didn’t even know it.
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
REGANCY
A week later
This was probably one of my most-emotional days in a long time, and I swear I didn’t know how I’d take it. Today was the day we found out what I was having, and to say I was nervous was an understatement. I was freaking petrified. Savior and Kale wanted a boy, and I just wanted a healthy baby. Gender didn’t matter to me as long as my baby was healthy and alive. Then not to mention the fact that I was nervous about Kale being in a new school. I felt like I was on pins and needles the short distance to her school, then when we did get there, I cried. I didn’t know what came over me, but I cried, and Savior teased me the entire ride here. My baby was growing up, and I didn’t know how to take it. I saw it today when she put on her little burgundy school jacket and plaid skirt. She never asked for my help getting dressed, but this time when she didn’t, I felt it more than anything. My emotions were on overdrive today, so all I could do was stare ahead while this nigga laughed.
“Yeen gonna pull that shit when my son goes to school.” Savior pointed in my direction.
“Forget you.” I pouted and rested my hand on my slightly round pudge.
He chuckled and stood to his feet. “It’s alright, baby. If you wanna cry every time somebody dots the door, then you do that.”
Now he was patronizing me with his sarcastic ass. I wasn’t even able to respond to him though, because before I could, the door was opening, and Dr. Williams was walking in with a smile on her face. When I found out I was pregnant and that it was high risk, the doctor’s office had given me the contact information to an OB that specialized in high-risk pregnancies. So far, everything had been good, and there were no complications besides the fact that this nigga wasn’t allowing me to work. It had been two weeks since I was able to spend more than two hours at my own damn tavern. I got his reasoning, so I didn’t fuss, but I hated staying at home. Then I wasn’t at my home; I was at his.
“How are we doing, guys?” she asked.
“I think I’m good.” I looked at her and smiled. Something told me to look at Savior, and this ignorant ass nigga was sitting in the chair with his hand up.
“Yes, Mr. Jones.” She smiled.
He had a grin on his face. “When you ask about wellbeing, are you referring to both of us, or just?—”
“Savior!”
Dr. Williams laughed. “I’m referring to both of you—well, all three of you, considering the fact the pregnancy affects both of you. Of course, some more than others, but I realize that for some fathers this is a very stressful time.”
I mugged him the entire time he nodded his head while she spoke. He seemed so damn concerned and into what she was saying that I wanted to fight him. They spoke for a little while longer before she went to see why her nurses had paged her to the front.
“You know you fine as fuck when you call yo’self mad at me.” He stood and walked over to me. His hands rested on my knees before he pushed them apart and stepped between them. He then laughed because I still had my arms crossed and a mug on my face. “You mad at me?” he quizzed.
“Not even.”
He chuckled and nodded his head. “What do you think about moving in with me after baby girl’s birthday?”
I just looked at him. Call it my way of trying to gauge his line of questioning. Then again, I should’ve just been grateful because Savior was the type to have my shit boxed up and sitting in his living room one morning when I woke up. “You want me to move in with you?”
“It ain’t like you don’t already stay up there, but yeah, formally. I want you and Kale to live upstairs permanently.”
“What about your space, or… I don’t want you to feel forced or like we moved into this fast.”
“C’mon now, Re. I’m tryna give you a choice in the matter because if it’s left up to me, I’ll hire somebody to?—”
“Box all our shit up and have it sitting in your living room.” I read my earlier thoughts to him.
He nodded his head. “Pretty much the way I’ll do it bec—” The ringing of his phone took his attention. He answered it and put the phone to his ear. At this point, I assumed something was going on because his expression changed. His eyes had gone dark. For the rest of the appointment, I could tell he was off, even though he tried to show me otherwise. He tried to hide the anger in his eyes and the irritation in his being because it was his way of protecting me. What he didn’t get was that just worried me even more. He still sported that blank expression as he gripped his phone tightly in his hand when the doctor walked in the room. The mood had changed, and he was no longer jovial or talkative.
The moment the doctor confirmed that we were having a boy, I could’ve sworn I saw a light in his eyes, but that did nothing to help whatever internal battle he had brewing. He was pissed off, and he looked like he was carrying the world. The ride from the doctor’s office was quiet, and every so often, he would kiss my temple while he stared tensely out of the window.
