March 23 | 04:13
Dayvon held Jemima's hair out of her face and rubbed up and down her back. She knelt down, hunched over the toilet as a string of her spit fell into the toilet bowl.
She felt her vision blur as tears occupied her sight.
"I'm good", she said, moving back and getting a tissue from the side to wipe her mouth.
"It's been a few days you been vomiting, you sure you ain't wanna go to a docta", Von watched as she brushed her teeth and gargled her mouth with mouthwash.
"It's just a cold, I'll be fine", Jemima wrapped her arms around Dayvon's neck as he picked her up and led them back to the bed.
"I'm not even tired anymore", she said once he laid them down and pulled the cover over the two bodies.
"Too bad, I'm ti'ed as a mu'fucka", Dayvon laid his head on the girls chest, with both hands holding tight around her waist.
He lifted up for a second, pushing his lips out, "Gimme kiss".
"No, your going to get sick too", she put her hand to his lips as he came closer and moved her head back.
Von smacked his lips, swatting her palm away, "Your not sick, you got my daughter in you".
"Why would you say something like that?", she huffed, "These are your pregnancy symptoms I got because your pregnant".
"Damn them hormones work quick", he joked, laughing at her unamused face. "But for real though, you gotta make an appointment or take a test first".
"No I don't cause I'm not pregnant", she played with his dreads, making a mental note that she needed to retwist them.
"I been nutting in you. One of them swimmers must've swam".
Jemima laughed at how serious he spoke, before the room went silent and the only thing you could hear was the rain against the window. "When do you want kids".
"Well we already having one in 11 months", Dayvon sat up opposite the girl, and rubbed her flat stomach. Jemima squinted her eyes at him and furrowed her eyebrows, "Baby, it's 9 months not 11".
She watched him stare at her stomach as he rubbed it in circles, "Why yo stomach low key hard. On king dave it is".
She moved his hand and pressed against her skin, "No it's not".
"So what should we name her. I'm thinking Dayvonta or Vonteisha or Dayvonetta. Which one you like?", he tilted his head at Jemima, resting his hand in between her legs.
"Your crazyyyyy", she smiled as he reflected her expression, his teeth shining in the dim room. She grabbed his hands, pulling him towards her so his face was in front of hers.
"I thought you was ill", his voice was low and a little raspy since they had been sleeping before he was woken by Jemima retching in the bathroom.
"Hmm", she connected their lips together in a slow, sensual kiss. No matter how long she's been with Von, whenever they did anything sexual it felt like the first time.
