“What do you mean?” She chuckled.
“You said father of your child? You pregnant?”
“Yes, Lo, you got me pregnant.”
He was silent for a moment. “Is that what made you come here?”
“One of the reasons… what’s wrong?”
“I don't like that.”
Bria sat up, wondering what he meant. “You don't like what? That I’m pregnant?”
“No, I don't like that you being pregnant was your reason for coming here with me.”
“What do you want me to say? It was one of the driving factors to forgiving you.”
“I want you here because you wanna be here. Not because you feel obligated since you’re pregnant, Bria. That don't make me feel good.”
“I said it’s one of the driving factors. It wasn’t the only one, Lo. Did you not just hear me pour out my heart to you? I literally just said I love you.”
Bria was so annoyed that she climbed off of him and stomped to the bathroom. Slamming the door, she paced back and forth, hoping to keep her stress levels down. While away in New York, her body started feeling different. The low back pain, bouts of nausea, and super tender breasts encouraged her to take a pregnancy test. Once she saw the positive sign, Bria wasn’t surprised. Lo had been filling her up with his seeds ever since they first had sex, but she was disappointed that this hadn’t come when they were in a stable place in their marriage. Bria had been ready to leave Lo. She even prayed about it but onceshe accepted that she was carrying their child, she felt this was a sign to give him a second chance.
Bria’s decision wasn’t based solely on being pregnant. She adored him and had for a while. When they were apart, her days were long and mundane. She missed his scent, his touch, and his jokes that no one else was privy to. Bria yearned for all of it and with her being with child, she felt it was time for them to really get on one accord for the sake of their baby.
When a knock graced the door, Bria rolled her eyes. “Give me a minute.”
She needed time to get rid of the attitude Lo had caused. They were on an island amongst their family. She refused to let him put her in a bad mood.
The door opened anyway, and Lo entered. Bria hated how her gaze engulfed him in a suggestive way. She would never get enough of his toned physique, tall stature, and his tattooed skin. Lo stood in front of her, consuming Bria with his dark gaze. Pulling her close by her waist, he pressed her body against his. She tried not to melt into his frame but found it difficult.
“I didn’t mean to make you upset. I got in my head and started thinking negatively. Me and you…” He skated his two fingers in the space between them. “…It’s the most important relationship I have in my life. I put it before me and Meco’s relationship. That’s just how serious I am about us. I want everything between us to be genuine. I don't want you here because you feel obligated. I want you with me because it’s where you want to be, regardless of your pregnancy. Tell me you're here ‘cause you wanna be here.”
Bria didn’t have to give the thought any of her time. She’d pondered it for weeks when they were separated.
“I’m here because I want to be here, Lo. I love you. I just need you to honor me like a husband is supposed to honor his wife.”
He nodded. “I got you. No more bullshit. I’ll learn to control myself and treat you with the highest regard. A’ight?”
“Okay.”
He gripped her chin and softly pressed her lips against his. A soft moan resonated from her lips as Lo picked her up and sat her on the vanity.
“Tell me how you found out you were pregnant.”
Bria prepared her mouth but paused when his lips voyaged down her neck. With her head tilted backwards, Bria’s eyes closed involuntarily while his touch mesmerized her. They had many rooms in their marriage that were in disarray, but their bedroom had never been a mess. In this room, they communicated the best. Their bodies were always aligned, hot, and prepared to fuse together.
“Talk, Bri-Bri,” he murmured right before licking her ear.
Oh, how she missed that nickname. She hadn’t heard it in weeks, making her feel like they had really lost so much time together.
“I, um.” She cleared her throat as her chest heaved. “I wasn’t feeling like myself and…” Another pause because his tongue was now on her tender breasts. “I went to get a test. Loooo,” she whispered.
“Keep going.” He pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking softly, provoking her back to arch. His tongue felt so good against her skin. It was the perfect remedy for her aching breasts.
“Then I took it, and it was, mmhmm, it was positive,” she stated breathlessly as he trekked down her stomach and stopped at her sweet spot.
“Why you ain't tell me right away?”
