|Issaiah Love|
"Who's going to tell him?" I ask looking to Foreign hoping it'd be him and not me.
"You do it, he likes you better."
"But you got me pregnant."
"Nah, you wanted to get pregnant. That pussy was too good and you know a nigga like me couldn't handle all of it. Plus you signed a waiver." I suck my teeth and shove his arm.
"Oh now you couldn't handle it, but every time I threw it back you never had a problem with catching it."
"That's what being a team player is, Issaiah."
"That's why you're telling him, Foreign." I point to him. "Get to it, he's waiting."
"Next time you're telling him."
"Aight deal." Foreign and I shake hands before he turns his attention to him and starts to talk.
"Aye man say man, you're not going to be the baby anymore. Mommy's pregnant so we have to give part of our attention to the new baby that's about to come. We still love you, but you're going to have to share our love now." 6ix looks at Foreign like he doesn't understand a word he's saying but still makes an effort to nod his head.
"Good boy my 6ixy pooh."
"Now tell O that and see how he responds."
"Hell no, he's going to flip when he finds out."
"At least we don't have to worry about a name." I roll my eyes. He should've just bet money instead of my child's name.
"I'm not naming my child after him and he's just going to have to deal with it."
"Not even a middle name?"
"I'll think about it." I check my phone seeing that it's almost time to head out to our first doctor's appointment. I'm so excited to hear our baby's heartbeat. I'm going to have Foreign record it.
"It's about that time, huh."
"Yep, ready to hear baby art's first heartbeat?"
"I feel like I'm going to cry."
"Shit who you telling, got the tissue right with me." I laugh and wipe the few tears that have started to fall. I'm going to be such a water head throughout this pregnancy; I already know it.
Foreign and I walk out the door making sure that 6ix was set up while we're out. I hop in the passenger seat and wait for him to get in so we can pull off. He comes to the car ready to speed his way to the clinic. I'm so excited to see his reaction!
We smile in anticipation the whole way there. We talk about the future of our baby, color schemes for the nursery, stuff we need for the nursery, and of course finding a bigger place.
We pull into a space and park before Foreign runs out and comes to my side to open the door for me. I grab his hand and walk inside up to the counter.
"Hello, how my I help you?" The receptionist asks with a smile on her face.
"I have an appointment with Dr. Hutton."
"Name?"
"Issaiah Love. I-s-s-a-i-a-h." She types in my name and starts to scroll.
"Here we are, first prenatal visit. Congratulations!"
"Thank you."
"I'm going to give you these forms to fill out. When you're finished bring them back up here. If you're called before you finish the nurse will take it from you and bring it back."
