“Be patient.” She went to get the pregnancy test stick. “Do you want me to tell you the results, or do you want to read them for yourself?”
This woman was always giving me choices. Not once did she try to boss me around. She was a keeper.
“You tell me.” I pulled her onto my lap and placed my hand between her thighs. I was sitting in my new leather chair. Silvia had picked it out for my bedroom,ourbedroom.
After Miguel attacked the clubhouse, I had bullet proof windows installed. It had taken several weeks to get all the repairs completed, but when everyone pitched in, we got things done faster.
Silvia helped pick out paint colors and flooring then decorated our room. I liked it. It wasn’t overly feminine or masculine. It was just right for us.
“I’m nervous.” She tilted her head at me.
“Why are you nervous?” I definitely wasn’t, but if she was, that was okay. She was only twenty-two.
“Because having a baby is a big deal and I’m not sure we’re ready.”
“We? Baby, I’m ready.”
“Are you, though? Having a child is a huge responsibility, Andy. Our lives will be forever changed.”
“Changed for the better.”
“Yes, of course, for the better. But we’ve only been together for a few months.”
“A few incredible months. The best few months of my life, Chiquita.”
She sighed. “Mine too, but still.”
I could tell she was struggling hard with the possibility of having a baby. Maybe she wasn’t ready. “You know what?”
“What?”
“Let’s not do this right now.” I took the stick out of her hand and put it in the pocket inside my cut.
She hiked her eyebrow. “We can’t just act like I didn’t pee on that stick to see if I was pregnant. I haven’t had a period since before we met. Something is going on with me.”
“True, but we can look at it later. The party is in full swing.” I put my hand to my ear. “Do you hear that? Musica is playing and I want to dance with my woman.”
She stood up and extended her hand toward me. “Then dance with me.”
“My pleasure.” I wrapped her in my arms and started humming “You’re the Only Woman.” The Ambrosia song used to be my dad’s favorite. Yeah, he was a scumbag for cheating on my mom, but he was still my dad, and he had good taste in music.
When I became a dad, I wouldn’t disappoint my child like my old man had done to me.
“When you dance sensually with me, it’s like we’re making love.” Her body melted into mine.
We were like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. Our crooked edges had been formed at the same time, seventeen years ago. We shared a dark past and understood the sufferingwe’d both been through. I believed it was why we meshed so well right from the start. We were meant to be together.
“Good, that’s what I am going for when we dance.”
“Like we’re having sex?” She belted out a sweet cackle. “You’re a dirty old man.”
“And you’re the only woman that I love, so that makes it okay.”
She stopped and looked at me. “What did you say?”
“I said I love you, Chiquita, more than life itself.”
“Oh, Andy.” She pressed her hand against her chest and exhaled. “I love you, too.” She reached her hand into the pocket of my cut and took out the pregnancy test.