|Issaiah Love|
I'm finally in my second trimester which means my stomach will be noticeable. That means Foreign and I need to tell everyone. We're officially out of the high risk zone for a miscarriage and I feel so much relief. I've bought just about every book I could think to prepare me. Of course I could just ask Zanah and Mama Nat for help, but I'm just so excited. Yo we're about to be fucking parents!
"Good morning my love."
"Morning beautiful." I lean in to kiss him not worrying about our morning breath.
"How'd you sleep?"
"I didn't get that much sleep. This shit is uncomfortable."
"I'm sorry baby."
"It's not your fault. As long as you're sleeping fine that's all that I care about."
"I slept fine."
"Good."
"Let me get my kit and I'll redress your wounds."
"Aight." When I get in the bathroom, I take the chance to empty my bladder. After wiping, I go to the sink to wash my hands. When I'm finished, I go to the closet to get everything I need to clean him up. Once I have everything, I walk back and get in the bed.
"I'll be glad when you get this cast off."
"Shit, me too. That nigga better be glad I didn't get to the gun first."
"They should've never let his crazy ass out."
"It's cool, he's going to get everything he deserves."
"And that's on period." I take off the old bandage from his abdomen and clean it with a cotton swab. He winces from the pain. I quickly blow on it trying to calm it down. "Sorry baby."
"It's cool."
"I'm going to add a little more alcohol just to make sure it's clean."
"Go for it." I add more alcohol to clean it up and then grab the ointment that the doctor gave him and rub it over his wound before redressing it. I put the bandage over the bullet hole and kiss his lips to finish up.
"All finished my love."
"Thank you nurse witcho sexy ass."
"It's going to be on and popping when you get healed up."
"Shit, I can thug it out if you really want to knock boots." I bite my lip thinking if his pain is worth my pleasure.
"Nah, I want want to wait until you have use of both hands."
"Ouuu you nasty."
"Thank you." I take the kit back to the bathroom and put it in the closet. I come back to the bed and take a seat rubbing my stomach.
"How's my baby doing?" Foreign joins me in rubbing my growing belly.
"Baby is good."
"What about my big baby?"
"Peachy."
"Did you eat yet?"
"No I was going to make something after I got you taken care of."
"Aight, go get something to eat and feed my baby."
"Chill, I'm going to eat just give me some time."
"Issaiah feed my baby before you get too busy to eat." I roll my eyes and groan. I'll be glad when this baby gets here so he can do all the things he's telling me to do.
