"Ma, this just came out my coochie. How I'ma calm down?" She spoke through her tears making everyone in the room laugh.
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It was now just Carlos and Raquelle in the hospital room. Everyone had come and met the baby until Raquelle announced that she was tired.
The two teens stared at the baby as he slept in his bassinet.
"Carlos." Raquelle called out.
"Wassup?" He looked away from the baby and at Raquelle. She kept her eyes on the baby.
"What if I'm not a good mom?"
"Don't say that, Raquelle." He sighed.
"No, I'm being forreal. What if—."
"What if nothing. You gon' be a good mom. You had a good example." He reassured her. "I grew up with my crackhead ass mom and I'on think i even know what my dad look like but I know I'm finna eat this dad shit up. You feel me?"
She nodded. "You're right. I'm Raquelle, I'm literally good at everything."
Carlos kissed his teeth. "Don't get a head of yourself now." He shook his head, looking back at Saint. "Damn, we really got a whole kid. This shit is unreal."
"I know. I feel like I'm dreaming." Raquelle sighed, tilting her head as she admired her son who slept peacefully. "He's beautiful though."
Carlos side eyed her for a second. "I'ma get back to you on that when he's finished loading."
Raquelle's jaw dropped. "Are you calling our son ugly, Carlos?" She laughed. He quickly shook his head.
"Nah, he just look a lil funny right now because he just popped out the oven. It's like when you take the chicken out the grease. Hear me out, hear me out."
She gave him a questionable look.
"You can't take a bite right away, it's gon be too hot and you won't be able taste the flavor. You gotta give it time to cool. We gotta give him time to cool. Feel me?" He finished.
Raquelle blinked twice. "You're comparing our baby to a piece of chicken..."
"I'm not talking to you no more. I hope he got his academic traits from me because his momma dumb as shit." Carlos turned away from Raquelle. "Just dumb."