“If I wasn’t pregnant, I’d show you ratchet and ghetto and drag your ass through this nice restaurant.”
“Is everything okay over here?” our server asked, looking a little nervous.
“You’re pregnant?” Tia questioned.
Ignoring Tia’s quest for confirmation, I said, “Everything is fine. She was just leaving.” I nodded toward Tia, and she turned and walked away in a huff.
This time, Melodie and I sat on opposite sides of the booth, and the server placed our food in front of us. After asking if we needed anything else, she disappeared. I looked up at Melodie, and her glare caused me to smirk.
“Nothing is funny, Breeze. What the hell was that about?”
“Baby, I was sitting here, minding my business, waiting for you to come back from the bathroom, and she appeared out of nowhere.”
“What did she say?”
“Nothing really.”
“We’re lying to each other now?”
“I’m not lying. She didn’t say anything different than what she said before. She’s gone now, so let’s enjoy our food. These pancakes are calling my name.”
I gave my attention to the food in front of me, and I could feel Melodie’s eyes still on me for the first few bites.
“She’s lucky I’m pregnant.”
“Nah. She’s lucky I’m not gon’ have my woman out here fighting, pregnant or not. Feed my kids and don’t let me have to remind you again about my seeds.”
“I want the second house,” Melodie announced.
After having brunch, we came home and made slow, passionate love before falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. When we woke up, we went another round in the shower and ordered dinner from OC Grill. We were enjoying our food in the living room, where Melodie had set up an indoor picnic.
“Interesting.”
“Why is it interesting?”
“Because we’re on the same page. You won’t find many patios and decks like that one, and there’s still plenty of space in the backyard.”
“I like that there are two primary bedrooms. We can use the one downstairs as an office.”
“What about the closet?”
“It’s a nice-sized closet, just not as big as the one in the third house. You can use the closet in one of the other bedrooms, and?—”
“Hold up. I gotta put my clothes in a whole different room?”
“I mean, you don’t have to, but it would be a nice gesture.”
“Whatever you want, baby, even if it means all of my shit has to be in the garage.”
“Don’t exaggerate. I wouldn’t do you like that.”
“I’m not so sure. What about a room for the babies?”
“Oh my God. I forgot we’re having two. The room next to the upstairs primary might be too small.”
“The babies will be small. They don’t need that much room.”
“But there’ll be two, so we’ll have double the stuff.”
