Page 25 of Titus
She yawns then shakes her head, mad that she did. My point has been proven. She needs to rest; my baby inside of her stomach needs rest. When she yawns again, she sucks her teeth.
After wrapping my arm across her back, I hold her as I flip us over in the bed. When she’s on her back and her head is on the extra-large pillows, I hover over her and plant my fists on the bed at her sides. I lift her little sleep shirt then lean in and kiss her navel before moving my hands to the sides of her stomach and holding her. I get back closer to her navel.
“I don’t know why your momma is so damn hard headed. You’re tired and she’s tired and I want her to take it easy. Don’t you want that too?” I ask my unborn child.
Finding out the woman I love and am addicted to is having my baby is better than any buckle or prize I’ve won. Our love produced a baby and I’m going to be a father, a good one. One who will never leave his lady or his child.
“She’s the size of a pea right now and can’t hear you,” Quinn says. Her hands caress the back of my hand as she speaks.
“Hecan fa sho’ hear me.” After turning my head, I press my ear to her stomach and pretend to be listening. Then, I nod in agreement. “I knew you did too,” I say and she bursts out laughing, almost uncontrollably.
She pulls my head to her face. With her soft hands now gripping the sides of my face, she lifts. Her lips graze mine then she kisses me, passionately yet tenderly. When our lips finally break, she looks at me like she always does—firmly, unwavering, and lovingly.
“If the man who means everything to me wants me to rest after the pictures, I’ll bring my ass right back to this suite, climb back into this bed, and do just that only if you promise that you will wake me when you make it back from practice.”
“That’s a promise.”
“Just leave your hat on though when you do, cowboy,” she says and I chuckle.
“This is why I love yo’ sexy ass.”
“I love you more, Titus.”
The End
