King of Queens (a Nas Story)

FIFTEEN

Gia | May 1993

"There's the head, as you can see. And here are its little legs and arms."

I stared at the monitor in awe. Nasir held my hand and stood next to the table in which I lied on. The cold gel covered my stomach as the ultrasound technician moved the tool over my uterus, pressing firmly against it to get a better look at our baby.

"You see them moving?" The technician pointed at the screen. I couldn't feel my baby's movement at all by how small they were.

"This shit is crazy, yo." Nasir said with such a blank expression, but an animated tone of voice.

"It looks like you're eight weeks into your pregnancy. From the date of your last period and last known date of unprotected sex that you've provided me with." Said the technician. She snapped photos of our baby and printed them off for us to have.

She turned the lights on and wiped my stomach clean of the gel residue. "You can sit up for me now." She said calmly. I lowered my shirt and squeezed Nasir's hand tighter than I did before.

"I wanted to let you guys know that there are options available for you both. Raising a child as young as you are can be a challenge." The technician wasn't wrong, but I could guess what she was hinting at.

I looked up at Nasir who immediately spoke out. "We appreciate the offer, but we're going to raise this baby together." He squeezed my hand back. His facial expression never changing.

"I'm glad to hear that. I'm going to send you home with this prenatal care pamphlet that includes some useful information in regards to your personal journey through each trimester." The technician handed me a thick pamphlet with a woman holding her stomach on the front of it.

"Next order of business is getting you started on prenatal vitamins and a healthy diet for you and your little one, okay?" She said with a smile. "And last but not least, we're doing to schedule your next appointment."

The technician asked us if we had anymore questions for her and we both said no. She left the room to get my prescription vitamins.

"How are you feeling?" Nasir looked down at me. I was nervous and felt queasy. I wasn't sure if it was my nerves or if it was the baby.

"I'm nervous, Nasir. This is a whole life we made."

"A life you told me to put inside of you if I remember correctly." Nasir smirked at me. "I think you said 'cum inside of me' or something like that." He said as he attempted to mock my voice that night inside of his Lexus.

I hit his arm and kissed my teeth. "Shut the hell up! I didn't know you were going to do it for real!"

"I do what I'm told, Ma." He shrugged his shoulders. He reached over and placed his hand over my stomach.

"I really created a life with you." He said lowly. "This shit is mind blowing." I covered my hand over his and sat on the table in silence. Taking in this new reality that we were about to live together.

Nasir and I were going to be parents. I wasn't sure how to tell Stacy that she was going to be a godmother. Better yet, how I was going to tell my mom that she was going to be a grandmother. Where would I put our baby's crib? Just how serious are we going to get in this relationship?

These thoughts flooded my mind as I continued to place my hand over his.

"How am I going to tell my mom?" I asked him. Looking up and into his eyes, I tried to search for an answer there. I didn't find anything. Just a mirror of his own confusion reflecting directly at me.