“Indeed it does, and you are measuring right at six weeks. We don’t know exactly when you conceive, so we add in two weeks for conception time. Meaning, if we say you’re six weeks, you’ve actually only been pregnant around four weeks.”
A’ja looked at the screen as the doctor pointed out different things. When she was done, she left the room so A’ja could get dressed, and Naasson saw tears rolling down A’ja’s cheeks.
“You don’t have to do it, A’ja. You don’t have to get an abortion. I’m going to support whatever you do. I’m gon’ find a way to make shit right and be there for you.” His eyes were full of sincerity, and A’ja believed him.
She wasn’t sure if she was simply foolish or naïve, but she refused to believe that Naasson would do her dirty. Worst case scenario if he did end up going to prison, she’d raise the baby alone. Money wasn’t an issue, and she knew she’d have the support of her family. Would it be nice to be a family and raise her child with the man that she was in love and in a relationship with? Absolutely, but A’ja knew better than anyone that life didn’t always work out like a person wanted it to. She would just have to play the hand that she was dealt, and that hand involved a baby.
“You hungry?” Naasson asked when they were in the cab.
“I could eat.” A’ja found herself nervous but almost excited. She had spoken with the doctor about being an athlete, and the doctor assured her that as long as her blood pressure was good, and she wasn’t spotting, or cramping, she didn’t see why A’ja couldn’t continue to play ball. She was very early, and therewas nothing wrong with a pregnant woman exercising. The only concern she had was the fact that basketball could sometimes be an aggressive sport with some contact.
A’ja felt that she’d be good to play for the rest of the season, but she was going to pay attention to her body and talk to Coach James. “You want a boy or a girl?” Naasson asked as he bit into a wing.
A’ja smiled. “I don’t really care. I’d be happy with either one. I can’t do hair worth a damn, so I lowkey hope it’s a boy.”
“I can braid.”
A’ja’s brows lifted. “Come again?”
“My sister taught me how to do that gay shit when I was like six. I didn’t want to touch her dolls, but she was having such a hard time learning to braid, and she was talking shit one day. I watched her and just to get under her skin, I grabbed her doll and braided the hell out of her hair,” he chuckled.
“Do you have an issue with gay people?” A’ja asked, and Naasson’s brows dipped.
“Nah. Why you ask me that? ‘Cus of what I just said?”
“No. But it made me think of something. I know how some men are about their kids especially their sons. They don’t want them around gay people. My brother is gay, and he’s one of my best friends. No matter if this child is a girl or a boy, my brother will play a major part in his or her life.”
“I don’t care about that,” Naasson peered into her eyes. “I don’t think anyone can influence a person to be gay. If the shit is in them it is, and if it isn’t then it’s not.”
“And if you have a son and one day he tells you he’s gay?”
“His dick. His business.”
A’ja chuckled. “Good answer.” She was even more comforted and assured that just maybe her and Naasson could do this.
“You think your divorce will be finalized before the baby is born?”
“Definitely. The house is already in the process of being sold, and neither of us is contesting anything. I’m hoping it will be over and done with in the next month.”
“How do you think he’s going to feel about the pregnancy?”
“It’s really none of his business. We both agreed that we wanted kids while we were dating and after we got married. When I was at the point in my career that I didn’t mind stepping away to try and get pregnant, he’d suddenly changed his mind about wanting to have a child. Funny thing is, even though I really wanted a child, and I was disappointed, I would have waited just to save my marriage. It didn’t take me long to see that I was the only one willing to compromise and make sacrifices. So, I don’t give a damn how he feels.”
“Understood,” Naasson gave a brief nod.
“What about your ex?”
Naasson wiped wing sauce from his fingers. “What about her? I mean once she finds out, I’m sure she won’t like it, but if we’re done, we’re done. I don’t have to wait an allotted amount of time to move on with my life.”
“I definitely feel you on that.”
“I’ll be at your game tomorrow and I’m telling you now, if one of those broads elbows you in your stomach or some shit, it’s gon’ be problems.”
A’ja had to giggle because he looked so serious. “I’m not even going to let that happen. It’s nice to know you have my back though,” she joked.
“That’s not even a question.”
The seriousness in his tone, and the conviction that his voice held made A’ja feel like Naasson would go to war with a hundred niggas for her, and that made her pussy insanely wet.
