If she was pregnant, I didn’t want to stress her out. I wanted her pregnancy to be easy going, and stress free.
Chapter Thirteen
SEVYN ‘LAW’ CRAWFORD
It was after nine, and I was pulling up to Soraya’s crib with Legend. He had stuff to do after school with his STEM club, so I didn’t pick him up until after six. After I picked him up, I went to pay my mama a visit. I haven’t pulled up on her in a couple of weeks. She wasn’t in the best of moods this evening. She rarely offered any conversation, and she was being stubborn as hell. The nurse told me that she had been that way all day. I stayed so long with her because I wanted to see her eat something before I left. They’d brought her dinner in, and she let it sit there for at least thirty minutes, being stubborn, not wanting to eat. I started making threats, telling her how I was going to spend the night if she didn’t eat her food. With the current mood that she was in, wanting to be left alone, and have me, and Legend get out of her room, once I started threatening her that I was going to stay, that’s when her ass started picking over her food.
This time during the visitation, she didn’t bring up anything about Dutch. She really didn’t talk at all. The few times that she did say something, she was telling me to get out of her room. I didn’t pay that shit any attention because deep down, I knew that she was genuinely happy that we were there with her.
After spending time with her, I took Legend to get dinner. We called Creed to ask him if he wanted anything, and he put an order in, wanting food from the soul food spot that we stopped at. I had him ask his mama if she wanted something too, but he told me that she had already fallen asleep. This morning, she woke up, sending text messages to me. Inappropriate text messages, telling me all the nasty shit that she wanted to do to me when she saw me, and all the nasty shit that she wanted me to do to her. I told her tonight when I came over to drop Legend off, for her to wait for me in the basement, so all day, I’m thinking that I’m about to get some fire head, and pussy, only for my son to tell me that her ass was in bed knocked out. Swear to God I had some words for her when I pulled up to the crib.
When we pulled up to the house, I parked my car right behind Soraya’s Mercedes G- wagon. I shut the car off, stepped out, and Legend did the same. The food was in the back seat, so I reached in the back, grabbed the bags that held the food, and Legend grabbed his bookbag, along with the two drinks that were for him, and Creed. The soul food spot that we went to, they had Kool- Aid, and my boys loved drinking that shit.
Once we made it to the front door, Legend keyed in the code, which unlocked the door, and the second we were walking in, Creed was coming down the stairs. He walked down with his shirt off, gym shorts on, and slides on his feet, looking like he was the man of the house. I was happy to see when he went over to his brother, took the drinks out of his hand, and the two of them embraced in a hug. That shit never sat well with my spirit to know that my sons had been beefing. Ever since the day I made them hug that shit out, and make up, I haven’t had any problems out of them.
“What’s good pops?” Creed came over to me. I hugged my son, and kissed his forehead, like I would do any other time that I saw him.
“What’s up? Where your mama?” I asked.
“Still sleeping,” he let me know.
“Aight. Take the food. Ima go up there and check on her. Don’t eat shit from out of my container. I will fight one of you lil niggas for touching my food,” I said it in a joking kind of way, but I was dead ass serious.
I handed Legend the food, and they went into the kitchen area with it. I removed my work shoes that were on my feet, leaving them by the stairs, and I jogged up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
I made it to the bedroom, where the double doors were closed. Instead of knocking on the door, like I usually would do when I came over, I just turned the knob, allowing myself entry. The TV in the room was on, but it was muted. I walked over to the bed, where I found Yaya lying in the middle. She was resting on her side, laying her head on her arm that was draped across the pillow. I mean, knock out, mouth slightly open, and everything. For the most part, she was a very light sleeper, so the second the bedroom door even opened, she would have flickered her eyes open, noticing that I was in the room with her. She didn’t do any of that. Her arm that she was lying on, and had draped across the pillow, I noticed the gray acupressure wristband that was on it. It was a wristband that she wore in both of her previous pregnancies. I remember at her first doctor’s appointment with the boys, and she had terrible morning sickness, and nausea, and the doctor was the one to suggest the wristband to her. Man, seeing that shit on her wrist, I swear I smiled because I knew that she wasn’t just wearing that shit as an added accessory. She had to have been pregnant again. That would also explain her already knocked out, and technically, it was still kind of early.
I leaned my head in, and I started placing kisses all over her face, lips, and neck. My kisses had her opening her eyes, and atfirst, she looked confused, but then her eyes settled on me, and I saw where she relaxed.
“What’s all that shit you was texting me first thing this morning? Huh? You was real bold in them text messages. I thought you was supposed to be waiting for me down in the basement. Tell a nigga something, Ya,” I said, my face right in front of hers. She closed her eyes back, and she was smiling at my words.
“Probably like an hour after I sent that message to you, I started feeling terrible. Sevyn, I’m pregnant,” she told me, opening her eyes, looking up at me.
It’s like she was staring at me in a way, waiting to see what my reaction was going to be, and whatever mine was going to be, she was going to feed off that. Shit, I was happy. Every time that I was fuckin her, I knew what I was doing, purposely putting in over time to get another baby out of her. I knew me, and Soraya had issues, and shit that needed to be tackled, but we had our first therapy session tomorrow. I knew that we could get through this shit together and get back to being happy like we used to be in the past. We both saw what it felt like to go on without each other, and I know that neither one of us wanted that to happen again.
“How you know? You took the test already?” I asked, not being able to suppress the smile that was on my face.
“Yes. It’s in the bathroom on the counter,” she told me.
I kissed her on her cheek, walked away, and I went for the master bathroom. I cut the light on, and sure enough, right on her side of the bathroom, where her vanity was, she had three pregnancy tests sitting there, and they were on tissue paper. I picked each of them up, seeing the double lines that were on all of them. I smiled big, holding them in my hands, and I walked out of the room with them. She was still laying down in bed, so I leaned in, so that I could kiss her on her lips. She reached herhand up, putting it on the side of my face, and we started tongue kissing. I closed my eyes, as I fed her my tongue, and she softly, and seductively sucked on it. When I felt my dick rising, that’s when I pulled away from her.
I went over to the corner of the room, where she kept the accent chair. I picked it up and carried it over to the side of the bed. I stuck the pregnancy tests in my pocket, going to keep it on me. Yaya stayed lying there, but she had her eyes on me.
“Come here. Sit on daddy,” I suggested.
When she didn’t move, that’s when I reached up, pulled the covers off her body, and it exposed the pajama set that she was in. It was a silk, brown two-piece short set. Her long, curly hair was sprawled out across her back, and she looked so beautiful.
She eventually pulled herself up, stood up from the bed, and she came over to me, straddling my lap. She put her arms around my neck and planted her head into the crook of my neck.
“You going to come home now?” she asked, her lips right next to my ear, and then she kissed it.
“I want to see how you do in therapy tomorrow,” I let her know.
Her kisses left my ear, and they went for my neck. She removed her hands from being wrapped around my neck, and she put them under the dress shirt that I was wearing, raking her hands up, and down my hard abs. My phone was in my pocket, so I pulled it out, went for the camera, and I flipped it, so that it was on us. Soraya was in her own world, her head not facing the direction of the camera, but she eventually turned her head, but because she was in her own world, she didn’t know that I was recording. She was sucking on my neck, and then she kissed me on my lips, and that’s when she noticed the camera was rolling. She quickly tried to knock it out of the way, but I kept it on her. That’s when she laid her head back down on my chest, faced the camera, and I kept it on us.
“I’m about to be a social media ass nigga for the day. I think the last time I posted something on my story was a year ago. Ima post this,” I told her, after I ended the video.
I had a personal social media account, and then I had one for my business. My personal account was mainly for my kids. I still had shit on my personal account up of me, and Soraya because I wasn’t on it like that. I posted the video to my story, just like I told her I would do, and then I tossed my phone, putting it on the bed. My hands went up under her shirt from the back, where she jumped, saying that my hands were cold, and then they reached around, going for her breast, holding onto them, and I started massaging her nipples, feeling them get hard as I was doing that.
