The entire yacht erupted in laughter at Lo’s remarks. He hated his name ever since he’d learned it. Meco was right. They didn’t fit them, which was why they dropped the Ky from both of their names and went with Lo and Meco instead.
Lo noticed Bria had been gone longer than he anticipated. While they continued on about names and the meanings, Lo went to the lower deck where there was a living room, bedroom, and a bathroom. He knocked on the door.
“Aye, Bria, you good?”
Seconds later, the door opened, and she appeared. Her eyes were watery as she held her hair in a ponytail.
“What’s wrong?” he questioned, coming inside the bathroom.
“I was throwing up.” She cleared her throat. “This nausea is terrible.”
“You throw up every day?”
She shook her head. “Yesterday I didn’t but today, I woke up with the worst nausea ever. But I’m okay for now.”
He watched her place her hair in a high ponytail. Lo stood behind her and kissed her exposed shoulder. Peering at each other in the mirror, they stood there for a moment, appreciating each other’s presence.
“Have you told anybody about your pregnancy?”
“No, I wanted you to be the first to know.”
“I appreciate that.” He kissed her cheek. “When you gon’ tell your people?”
Bria rested her head on his shoulder. “Soon. Maybe when I get back, I’ll tell them.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Sure.”
“I’m scared of this chapter.”
Bria’s brows pinched in an instant. “What? Me being pregnant?”
He nodded. “I don't want to fail.”
She turned to face him. “Why would you think you're going to fail?”
“I didn’t say I thought I would,” he corrected her and sighed. “I said I don't want to.”
“Hey.” Bria reached up and held his face in her hands. “We’re in this together. I’m scared too, especially at the thought of the changes with my body and career. I don't know what to expect but I’m doing it with you so that puts me at ease. Do you think you're a good person?”
Lo had to be honest. He hadn’t been a good person since he was thirteen. Everything that happened to him in the past turned him into a menace. He hadn’t felt anything good in years.
“No, I’m not. I have good parts but overall, it ain't much good about me.”
Tucking her lip between her teeth, Bria nodded slowly. “I think you're brilliant and yes, you have some bad ways but that doesn’t make you a bad person. I think you should pour the good parts of you into this baby and shield the bad. It’s normal to be scared when we’re bringing new life into the world. We can be scared together.”
He never envisioned being a father, but he was happy that Bria would be his partner in parenting. There was no other woman he’d rather be on this journey with than her. She gently kissed his lips and whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He kissed her again before she turned around and checked her appearance in the mirror.
“You know that lil’ four pack about to be gone, right?”
She smirked at him. “Four pack? Baby this is a six pack. Stop hating.”
“Nah, I see four,” he kidded.
“You're such a hater. You wanna be the only one in the relationship with a six pack.”
