Skate Maloley Imagines

MEGHAN

"uh uh, i know you not finna go on the Tube dressed like such," nate said to me.
i quickly and sassily swiveled my neck over to his direction.
he started laughing immediately. "i'm playing, ma. you know you always look good. especially with young nate jr in ya."
i grimaced. "that... that did not sound right."
he gave your head a playful tap. "you nasty, meghan, just nasty."
"you right, and maybe if i wasn't nasty, christian would not be on his way into the world."
"ain't no way in hell you naming a young maloley no boring ass name like christian."
"your name is nathan. you sound like the typical white jock in a teenage movie who also is super smart. don't diss the name christian when you can't even talk.-"
"nathan is a nice ass name."
"-and you wanted his middle name to be hennessey."
"i was kidding," he said, a smirk appearing on his face.
"i don't believe you, weirdo."
he sucked his teeth. "man, let's just make this video."
you began laughing, happy you took the championship belt home this time.

we sat in front of the camera and nerve started to make their way into my being. this was different for me, having to make such a heavyhearted and serious video. no matter which way we spun this topic or made this video, one thing didn't change.

the two of us were bringing a baby into this world - a living a breathing human being. he would have needs all of his own and his own smile and his own laugh (i was hoping he would inherit nate's dimples).

"baby?" he questioned, looking over at you.

"yeah?" you responded, noticing his waving hand in front of hs face.

"you okay? you kinda zoned out there..."

"yeah, sure, um, let's do this."

he nodded, wary. "okay, well, we're already recording. you can start it off."

you passed him a quick smile before gathering yourself so that you could appear less serious in the video.

//

the video went really smoothly- nate being his funny, charismatic self.

but, it seemed as if the second the camera was off, the mood faded.

"babe, wht's wrong?" he questioned, kneeling in front of where you were sitting.

"this is serious, nate."

"what is?"

"us. the baby. we're going into some serious territory..."

"yeah, obviously," he said, sarcastically. you rolled your eyes. "but, we're doing it together. side by side and hand in hand, this is about me and you and our journey and our first child. of course it's serious, but we're going to make this as fun as we can. we're also going to make sure that this lil homie gets the most loving and caring life that anyone could ever get. if you ask me, that is more important than how 'serious' this situation is."

you smiled at him. "so you poetic with the words now?"

he popped his collar. "well, you know.."

"excuse me, did you just pop your collar?" you teased. "it ain't 2005 anymore, nathan."