Shortie - Jayson Tatum

Sixty.

Hey y'all! I meant to have this out last week but wattpad hoed me with that update. The keyboard was blocking me from writing.

Fly eagles fly! Ain't that what they say? I'm not an eagles fan by any means but I didn't want the chiefs to win at all and it's black history month!

I enjoyed writing this chapter. Very, very juicy. Hope you guys enjoy!

Naomi's POV

"Boo." Jayson shook me. "Naomi." He repeated and I finally started gaining consciousness. "Baby what's wrong?"

"Oh honey it was awful." I hugged him.

"What was awful? What's wrong? You were crying in your sleep."

I realized we were still in my she shed and it's still raining. It was a dream. A terrible, sick dream. And I'm still very much pregnant. I began to explain my brief nightmare.

"Damn boo I'm sorry that happened." He rubbed my back.

"I want to have this baby. I don't want an abortion."

"Ok. You don't have to have one. Stop crying baby. You're fine." He wiped my face and left a kiss on my cheek. "You're good. Here. Drink some of your juice."

I took a gulp and took a few deep breaths. "I don't want you to hate me."

"I'm not. I also don't want you making a decision right now based on a dream. Like I said, I just want a conversation. I really want you to be sure about what you want. Whether you want to go through with this or not. We'll table it for now. Maybe we can revisit it tomorrow or the day after. Ok?"

"Ok." I wiped my face. "Ok." I nodded and let out a heavy breath.

"Come on. Let's get you inside."

He turned everything off in here and we made the quick trip back to the house. He helped me upstairs and started me a bath. I got in and relaxed once it was done.

"I'll be back to check on you." He kissed my forehead. "Relax and no more dreams." He pointed at me and got a small smile out of me. "I love you mama."

Those words warmed my heart. "I love you too honey."

"I know." He winked and left me alone.

I let out a long sigh and looked at the ceiling as I sank deeper into my bath. "We're really doing this." I spoke lowly to myself.

See this is why I need to talk to someone knowledgeable on the matter. I don't want anymore kids but I don't think I can live with the guilt of getting rid of this child.

I feel like I'd constantly look at my kids and wonder what if. This little person could be the biggest blessing. Does someone so precious even deserve a mom who isn't excited for their arrival?

On the other hand, I'm not a terrible person. I shouldn't feel guilty for how I feel. I've been clear about my wants for myself and this family. I was responsible enough to get my tubes tied.

I know that if I am keeping this pregnancy, I'll be the best mom to this child like I am for the others. I just pray, mentally, I am strong enough to do it again.

I can't lose me in the process. I refuse.

The following day...

"I'm going on a trip." I told Jayson while he sat on the couch, on his phone.

"Where?" He asked still focused on what he was doing.

"Dominican Republic."