A horn behind me blew and scared the shit out of me. Coming out of the day dream I realized that I was sitting at a red light. The horn blew again and I sped off before finally pulling into my destination. I wanted to sit in the car just a little longer.
July was fast approaching and I was already seven months pregnant. From everything that I was reading online, the baby was really starting to become his own person. He would have fingerprints now and his lungs should have been fine.
Rubbing my tummy, I felt him kick.
I was indeed having a bouncing baby boy but I hadn’t told anyone yet. The only person who knew the sex was Naomi, and she wasn’t telling. It wasn’t as though I needed anything for him because I was more than capable of providing for him. No, this was just something I wanted to keep to myself.
With Treyanna and Enzo and Mari staying with me at the mansion, this was just my little secret. Eventually, everyone would know. I’d just pop up with a baby boy in a car seat.
You know Thierry won’t let you just have him,I thought.
Another shudder ran down my spine at the thought of that man. I half expected his ass to pop out from behind my seat. I was so into checking my backseats now especially after Talia’s scary ass brother had appeared.
Security,I thought.
The dashboard read that I had five minutes to waddle my ass up for my appointment. Groaning, I turned the air-conditioned SUV off and decided to head in and up to see Naomi. This was just a checkup and I was sure she was going to tell me everything looked great.
“And how is my favorite patient this morning?” Naomi asked.
Her face squished into a giant smile. I wanted to punch her face in. Tired, hot and hungry were my entire existence lately. Even Naomi’s body looked better than my own. Envy was running through my veins; I was not use to this emotion. Being jealous of other women this late in life didn’t sit well with me.
Tears began to fall down my face.
“Oh no,” Naomi said. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing, I just need this baby out of me. How soon can we schedule it?”
A tissue appeared in front of my face. Blowing my nose my eyes landed on my best friend’s face. She was giving me sympathy vibes; her mascaraed eyes were wide, and a small sad pout was on her mouth. The tears started up again.
“Well first of all, you’re only seven and a half months,” Naomi moved from where she was standing on the grey tile.
She planted herself on the rolling stool and pulled my feet up. Her eyebrows arched in my direction as she took in my swelling feet.
“What?” I snapped.
“Girl, take the theatrics down to about a five,” Naomi rolled her eyes. “Why are you in heels, Ivy?”
“Because they go with this outfit.”
My outfit consisted of a loose fitting olive green maternity dress that I had ordered off some website. It was flowy and kept me from sweating to much. I had ordered one in every color of the rainbow. No one would ever understand the amount of heat that was generating from my body.
Naomi rolled her eyes. “You need to wear some flats. I feel like this is the second time I’ve told you this.”
I stuck out my tongue, “It might be.”
“You haven’t told me what you wanted for the baby shower,” she ignored me.
She stood and began to check my blood pressure. The plastic cuff went around my arm and began to give its familiar squeeze and she began to listen with her stethoscope.
“I don’t want a baby shower,” I replied.
“Are you sure we can’t change your mind?”
“It’s been a rough year. I just want to have this baby and …”
I paused. It wasn’t exactly like I could break the news that Thierry was alive. And why would I? If I hadn’t told his own brother then I definitely wasn’t going to tell my friend. I had no idea why he was playing hide and seek and I didn’t care.
“We understand. The girls and I just want to do something nice for the two of you,” Naomi smiled.
