The face you make when you find out that your wife is pregnant with you guys' first child 😍. Such a pretty face 😍😍.
Kimberly ❤️
Dak's excitement was the only thing I needed to know that this whole pregnancy wasn't going to be a flunk. We both wanted this. He wanted it more, so this should be a drop in the bucket for him.
"Babe?" Dak called from the kitchen.
"Yeah?" I reply from the bathroom.
"Where are the Olives?" He asked.
I scrunched my face up, fixing it shortly after.
"They're on the refrigerator door." I say, rolling my eyes because I know what's to come.
"I don't see them." He said.
"Open the refrigerator door babe." I say.
I hear the refrigerator open. I count down from 3 quietly in my head, waiting for him to say something.
Just when I finished the count, a quiet but audible "Oooh" was heard. I chuckle.
"I knew that." He said.
"Mhm, yeah sure." I say, entering the kitchen and wrapping my arms around his waist.
He did whatever he was doing as I hung onto him. I sighed against his exposed back.
"What happen baby girl?" He asked.
"Nothing. Just that I scheduled an appointment for next week Tuesday, but it was cancelled because that day is full." I say, tracing over his abdomen.
"Did you reschedule for another day?" He asked.
"Yeah." I say.
"What day ma'am?" He asked.
I giggled.
"Thursday." I say, chewing on my lower lip.
He nodded. I unwrap my arms, yawning as I walked to the living room. I sat on the couch, looking down at my flat tummy.
"What time are we leaving for New Orleans tomorrow?" I ask.
"About 2 in the afternoon. Being that it's a 7 hour drive. So we should be getting there at around 9." He said.
I nod. He soon joined me on the couch.
"How's the sickness?" He asked.
"It's settling down. I just can't figure out what this baby likes to eat. Everything I eat or smell makes me sick." I exclaim.
He chuckled.
"Maybe they like what daddy eats better." He said, smirking.
"Stop talking." I say, covering his mouth.
He laughed into my hand.
"I'm just playing with you." He said, smiling.
"No. You're being nasty. Don't listen to daddy." I say, talking to my stomach.
"Listen to daddy. He's gonna keep you outta trouble." Dak said, talking to my stomach as well.
"What you tryna say?" I ask.
"That you're a trouble maker and I always gotta clean it up." He said, pulling my legs onto his.
"Screw you." I say.
"I beat you to it." He said.
"Let's not forget what happened in Anguilla, shall we." I say, smirking.
He growled at me. I laugh.
"It's all love big head." I say, hugging his head close to me.
"Mhm, I bet it is." He said, looking up at me.
"I love you." I say, smiling down at him.
"I love you too." He said, smiling back.
I kiss his lips. He then looks down at my stomach.
"And I love you just as much little Prescott." He said, placing his hand on my stomach.
I smile, placing my hand over his.
This is what I've dreamt of all my life.
*****
The ride to New Orleans was full of traffic, pointless arguments, pointless conversations, terrible singing, tremendous road rage, etc. Luckily we made it to New Orleans alive.
We checked into our hotel at around 9:30. And we were in the suite by 9:45. Then we went out to eat and just enjoy the New Orleans vibe. With Odell of course.
This is the part of New Orleans that I was never able to experience. Always having to keep my head in the books, always being at home with those idiots. My life here was hell.
Now that I'm back, it's starting to bring back bad memories. But I couldn't let that get to me. I was here for my brother. I wanted to watch him play in the Taco Bell Skills Challenge and the All-Star Game overall.
As me and Dak walked down the busy New Orleans streets, we found ourselves taking pictures of the Mardi Gras parades, which took place almost every night 🙄. I snapped some of it.
As we were walking, we happened to walk by my old house. My grip on Dak's bicep tightened as I thought about my bad memories.
"Oh, look at that house." Dak said.
"Yeah it looks great, can we go now?" I say, looking away.
"Why?" He said.
"I used to live here and it's bringing back bad memories. Can we keep moving please?" I ask.
He nods. Me, him and Odell continue walking.
I'll get over it...I hope.
*****
I sat on the bed with my legs crossed, playing with the little bits of lint on my leggings. Dak was currently in the shower, as I had gotten out not too long ago.
Upon hearing the shower turn off, I knew that Dak was done showering. He entered the room with just a towel around his waist.
I'm guessing he took notice of me because he walked over to me.
"What happened?" He asked.
"Nothing." I say.
"Don't lie to me. What happened Kimberly?" He said.
I look up at him with glossy eyes.
"What if...t-they're here?" I ask.
He sighed. He hovered over me as I continued keeping my eyes on his.
"They're not going to bother you. I promise you that. Before we got married, I made I promise to you. That you would never have to deal with them again. Or any controversy with them. Remember that?" He said.
"Yes." I mumble.
"Then you know all too well that I will not let any of them come near you. Especially when I'm with you. I don't wanna have to keep having this conversation with you. I told you that me, Odell, Zeke and the rest of them...we got you. Okay?" He said.
I nod.
"Damn girl, how many times I gotta keep putting you to sleep?" He asked.
I giggle.
"However many times I need you to." I say, placing my hand on his cheek.
He turned his face, kissing my palm. He then moved in to kiss my nose.
"Make love to me...please." I say.
He nodded and removed his shirt from my body.
"Lay down and let daddy do what he does best." He said.
I bit on my lip and obliged. He hovered my body in just his towel, leaving me ready for what's to come.
Pregnant or not, I'm always ready for the Dak Attack. Don't tell him I said this 😅. He'll grow a big head 🤣.
