Ready Or Not

LXIII

November 8th

"Look at our baby." Silas smiled holding the ultra sound.

"7 weeks and 3 days." I smiled.

"I can't wait until the doctor give me the okay to fuck your walk up."

I rolled my eyes smirking. Maybe I been trying him lately from the club, to my mood swings, to my mouth.

"Roll em again." He warned me while driving.

"Your daddy already mean." I mumbled.

"Don't be lying to my baby."

"I'm hungry." I smiled.

"That's nothing new."

"Stupid hoe." I mumbled.

"Ouch!" I said eyeing Silas who just popped me in my mouth.

"Stop playing with me." He said pulling into a restaurant.

"Mmmm food." I danced.

"Girl come on." He laughed.

"Table for 2." He said.

"Soon our table for 2 will be 2 with a baby carrier."

"I'm so excited." He laughed.

"Me too. I don't want anyone to know. I want to enjoy my baby with you. Our baby."

"I don't want you working like that. You be on your feet too much." He said rubbing my flat stomach.

"I know. I was thinking about that." I pouted.

"It's okay. We'll figure something out."

"I want to go home. I don't feel good." I frowned feeling light headed all of a sudden..

"You need to go to the hospital?"

"Just a bed." I mumbled walking out.

As soon as I got in the car I felt better.

"Can you get me a slush from sonic?"

"I thought you was sick."

"I feel better."

"Girl you annoying as hell. Order what you want on the app." He said giving me his phone.