I scoffed before kissing the top of her head. Carteay could be sure all she wanted to, but I needed a medical professional to check them both out.
“Well, I’m anxious right now. So, either I’m going to find that nigga and remove his fingers and toes with a pair of vice grips, or I’m taking my girl to the hospital to make sure our son is OK.”
“It’s late, Kannon. I would rather stay in and play and wait to go in the morning. I’m already exhausted. I’m sure you’re tired too. We had a long day.”
“I’m not going to be able to sleep, knowing something might be wrong with either of my babies.” Carteay lowered herself to her knees in front of me and looked up into my eyes as she took my dick in her hands. Thankfully, she had just drained me. “Get up, C. You can’t be down there like that. I already don’t want you walking as it is.”
“Fine, but don’t try to join me in the shower.” I pulled her to her feet, but she snatched away from me.
“How the hell you gon’ be mad about somebody trying to take care of you, lady?”
“Because you do the most. I’m fine, Kannon,” she said as she stomped out of the walk-in closet.
“Your little ass wanna be stubborn, but I’m not letting up. Get in the bed, Carteay. Now.”
She spun around on her heels and put her hands on her hips. “You don’t tell me when to go to bed. I can stay up all night if I want to.”
“You sure can,” I said, not breaking my stride until I picked her hardheaded ass up and tossed her over my shoulder.
She started giggling like crazy. “Kannon, put me down.”
I slapped her on the ass before laying her on the bed. “Are you going to defy me like that in front of our son?”
“Wow, you’re already doing the most.” She threw her head back.
“I’m just asking, Carteay.”
“I’m not trying to defy you, Kannon. I’m trying to keep you from doing something crazy.”
“If I’m saying get in the bed, does it sound like we’re going somewhere?”
“I’m talking aboutyou.”
“And I’m talking aboutyou. You running a nigga crazy out here. I’m ’bout ready to start smoking or something. You out here running away from home, flaunting a nigga on TV, getting drugged, and sent to the emergency room. Plus, you hiding a baby from me, Carteay. What is going on?”
“Kannon, you’re really exaggerating right now. I wasn’t hiding the baby. I was waiting for the right time to tell you, especially after what happened.”
I didn’t want to hear any of that shit. Carteay needed to understand the importance of being up-front with me. I couldn’t protect her if I didn’t know what to protect her from. I wouldn’t have known to protect the baby if I didn’t find out she was pregnant until she started showing. Now there was a rush on me getting Cyrus out of the way.
Carteay could say what she wanted to say, but I didn’t see a way around killing his ass. He had gotten away with way too much shit. If I was a police ass nigga, I guess I could have turned him in to the authorities, but nah. I’d rather just kill him. Actually, I was sticking to my original plan of ruining him, then killing him.
“You just proved my point of why you need to go to the hospital.”
“I know a gynecologist that could come by on call, but it will have to be in the morning.”
I plopped down on the bed and ran one of my hands down my face. “She better be here bright and early, Carrie.”
“She will, baby. Now come to bed.”
“Call her now. You done got my nerves all worked up. I’m shaking like a leaf.”
“Your ass is not shaking.” She laughed.
I couldn’t help but smile. “Call the lady.”
Carteay rolled those big, pretty eyes, but it didn’t matter because she picked up her phone and called someone. I listened to her brief exchange before she ended the call and put her attention back on me.
“She told me to come in the morning at nine.”
