Dave the type of guy who would give his last to a stranger because he never wanna see a soul struggle that's what Tia loved about him the most he is husband material and if you was to ask Dave Tia was wife material
They have been best friends for...
I had a client over, sitting pretty in my nail chair with her hand stretched out like it was made to be pampered.
"Megan—girl, I love the way you do nails."
"Thank you, I appreciate that," I said with a small smile, focused on brushing the last layer of clear coat across her set.
"No problem," she said, admiring the shine.
I leaned back, looking over her nails one last time. "Alright, girl, I'm done."
"Yes! You always get me right," she said, eyes lit with excitement as she held her hands up to the light.
"See you in two weeks," I told her as I walked her to the door.
"See you!"
Once the door shut behind her, I finally let my smile drop. My stomach had been turning all week, and not just from nerves. This morning I went to the doctor to figure out what was going on. That's when I found out—I'm pregnant.
Pregnant.
I sat on the edge of my couch and just stared at the wall for a while earlier. I was in shock, not because it wasn't possible—Chris and I use protection... well, sometimes—but still, I wasn't expecting this.
Even with the surprise, I felt a weird kind of peace about it. A soft, steady excitement bubbling in my chest. The thought of having a mini-me—or a mini Chris—made me smile.
But now I had to tell him.
Chris and I hadn't seen each other in a few days. And this wasn't something I could just drop over the phone like, "Hey, how's your day? Also, we're having a baby."
I missed him. Bad.
Just thinking about him made my stomach flip again, but not in a sick way. More like that nervous, butterflies-in-your-throat kind of way.
I looked at my phone sitting on the counter and suddenly remembered—I still hadn't called Tia back.
"Damn," I whispered, grabbing it.
Time to call my girl and figure out how I'm supposed to say this out loud.
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Me – Ooo thick bitch.
Tia laughed, holding her stomach. "Why are you so freaking cute, friend? You glowing."
"Girl, don't gas me," I said, grinning as I stepped inside.
Just then, Dave walked in.
"Wassup, sis?" he said, dapping me up.
"Wassup, East."
He leaned over and smacked Tia on the ass, making her blush.
