"Brycyn, Nathaniel, Cameron? My feet are swollen."
"I like Brycyn.." I said, rubbing her feet. "Brycyn Kash.." "Smith." "Smith?" She cringed. "My last name. Hold on." I brought all the bags upstairs, laying all the stuff out on the bed. "These are nice.." She said, hold up a pair of 14s. "They're so small.." She sniffed.
"No, don't cry." She wiped her eyes. "I'm not, Pryce." I sighed, putting all the boxes of shoes at the top of the closet in the 2ns biggest room in the house. I then sat in our room, talking to her and putting together the tall dresser. "How about Brycyn Alexander?" "The hell? I like Kasha's better." Kash ran in and punched me as I laughed.
"Dude quick calling me that!" "What is wrong with Kasha?" Diamond asked. "His mom had started calling him Kasha since one time she caught him in her red bottoms." I laughed as Diamond rubbed her stomach chuckling. "Chris is here with some girl named Nicki or whatever? Chip is coming over to see Yn."
She chuckled as she helped me. "Kasha, do you like Brycyn Kash or Brycyn Alexander?" "Brycyn Kash." He collected a few clothes and folded them. "Okay, Kasha it is." "Pussy." He said, putting the clothes in a few piles. Diamond put the folding stand up, the ones wit 6 pull-out drawers, in the room and sat his diapers, hair stuff, socks, small stuff like that in there. I put the dresser together, putting it in the corner and putting the clothes in there.
"I still gotta paint, the crib, curtains.. This is hard." "Don't make it too hard. You have time.. 2 months." "Do you thing I got 2 fucking months of time, Diamond? This shit would have been already done if you wasn't acting like a wussy ass lil girl." Her hands left my shoulders slowly, her leaving out and shutting the door. I rubbed my face, getting the rest of the stuff and setting it in Brycyn's room.
I can finish it tomorrow I guess.
Next Morning..
8:45 AM
I was up, doing the rest of Brycyn's room. I been up since like.. 6? Whatever but I was assembling the crib with the paint dried.
These niggas sent me black and said, 'We were out of Light Blue'. They betta be glad I had a black dresser set. Bitch ass niggas. "Is this paint dry yet?" I touched the wall. "Yeah, it is." I moved his bed in the room, hanging the pics in here, his name is white and blue letters.
"I SLAYED this shit." I'm actually proud of myself. I took a shower, putting on sweats and a wife beater. I then washed me and Diamond's clothes, going back in my room and laying back down, carressing her in my arms. "Don't squeeze too hard. Oow.. Ow." Diamond sat up, holding her stomach.
"You okay?" "Yeah, just kicking a bit." I sat up, rubbing her small stomach. "Lil bro, don't be hurting my girl, aight? Cause if you kick again, you fighting daddy." He kicked again, actually making me mad. "Ya know what? We fighting when you come out." I clapped my hands. "Lil nigga. Fight me!" He kicked one more time, moving around.
"I have a appointment today, I'll be 8 months." I nodded, getting her out an outfit. "Go take a shower and I'll get yo outfit out." She went in the bathroom, me getting her out PINK leggings, a large short sleeve and her slides. "Pryce!" I walked in the bathroom. "Huh?"
"Can you put my hair in a ponytail?" I put it in a scrunchy. "Why you ain't do it at first?" "I forgot." I nodded. "My feet hurt." "You got a months and some weeks. Yo third trimester shouldn't be as much pain." "It should. You not pushing out a resemblance of you in a month and some weeks."
I sat on the counter. "What you tryna say?.. Nigga! You got a big head." She laughed. "Really? Be glad I'm not having a girl." "Yeah. She would have been just like you." "Mhm.." She started.
She got out the shower, wrapping her thick body in a towel. "You getting thicker." "You go make me cry." I rolled my eyes. "Please don't, I'm not fucking wit that today." I put on a large shirt and my concords. She had got dressed and brushed her teeth. "I'm ready." I pulled her to my side, grabbing the keys to my Charger.
"Smith?" The man called. Diamond got up carefully, following the doctor. "So, Ms. Smith.. You are a healthy 8 months on the 8th of May today." He said, rubbing a green gel on her stomach, making me cringe. "And.. The head.. Spinal cord." My eyes watered from looking at the light.
"It's going to be a lot of movement for the rest of the months. That's just because he's probable getting in position?" "Position?" I asked. "So he'll be able to be delivered easily." I nodded, snatching the wipe from him and wiping the gel off he stomach. ".. For the most part, you are already 1 centimeter dilated, Your ultrasounds will be at front desk, your next and final appointment will be on the 10 of June, either me or Dr. Michelle."
"It better be Dr. Michelle.." I mumbled, making Diamond nudge me in my stomach. We went to the front, grabbing a orange-brown envelope from the front and leaving. "Why you so over-protective?" She asked, putting her seat belt on. "Mm-mm.." I shrugged, starting the car. "You hungry, lil mama?" "Yeah, I didn't eat this morning." "Okay then, you ain't have to catch a attitude." "I'm not catching no fucking Attitude."
I slammed the break. "Who the fuck is you talking to?" She looked at me. "Who else?" I breathed, looking straight. "Ooh. Jesus take the wheel." I said, pressing the gas.
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