“See, those looks are what got this little one here in the first place,” Eve instigated.
We all laughed as she took my blood. Four vials later, she had the samples she needed, and I went to the room to wait for the doctor.
Kilo sat next to the table, rubbing my belly while we waited. “He’s moving more today.”
“Probably mad at that damn drink, too.”
He chuckled. “He get that shit from you.”
The doctor finally came in, checked the baby’s heartbeat, and did measurements. “Baby’s growing beautifully. Already over a pound. Might be seven, maybe eight pounds by birth.”
I cut my eyes at Kilo. He grinned, but I’ain see shit funny.
“You proud of that?” I asked.
“Hell yeah.”
“You’re not the one who has to push him out.”
“I’ll be right there, though,” he affirmed.
“Mhm.”
Once we finished in the office, I went up front to get my next appointment and were on our way.
“I gotta make a quick stop by the dispensary. I’ll be quick.” He lied.
“You always say that then be in there forever.”
“You’on say that shit when I’m in you forever.” He smirked, causing me to blush and clench my thighs together.
We talked about the baby the entire ride and I was telling him how I felt about a home birth. He didn’t trust it, but I thought it would be more intimate and relaxing.
He finally pulled up to Off The Scale and parked in his designated parking spot.
“I’m coming with you,” I told him.
“You sure?”
I nodded.
We walked into the shop and instantly, I felt the shift. Frosted glass, organized displays, green LEDs lining the walls. It looked more like a boutique than a weed spot.
Daphne, the shop manager, stood behind the counter counting product. That’s what I liked about her. She moved like she didn’t owe the world anything. Solid. About her business. And never weird toward me.
“Hey, mama,” she nodded. “Glowing heavy today.”
“I’m just trying to survive this lil’ boy.”
Kilo joined her behind the counter while I browsed. That’s when the fool walked in. Light skin, fake diamonds, smelled like loud cologne and desperation. He had that goofy confidence some men get when they think nobody’s watching them take a risk. But he picked the wrong damn day to flex.
“Damn,” he drawled, eyes dragging all over me. “You fine as fuck for a pregnant chick. Yo’ baby need a daddy?”
I ignored his stupid ass hoping he got the hint before Kilo saw this dummy over here fuckin’ with me.
“Bet your baby daddy don’t even appreciate all that. You need somebody who knows what to do with a body like that. Pregnant or not.” He stepped closer, too damn close. “I give good rubdowns. Strong hands. Real strong. I could make you forget he ever existed.”
“You tryna die in here?” Kilo’s voice cut through the shop like a blade.
