I’ve been around Rico a couple of times, and I genuinely liked him. He was cool. I knew how excited he was to go off to the NFL. Even if he did do this stuff that Tank said, I really hoped that he was able to obtain a great lawyer that could help this stuff go away for him, so that this dream of his didn’t have to be over before it even got the chance to really start.
“You wanna go? So, that you can go be with him,” I asked. Of course, I didn’t want Tank to leave, even if this was our last night here, but I wasn’t selfish to the point where I would choose him staying here, over going back to Miami, so that he could be with his cousin.
“Nah. Plus, I can’t get in contact with him. I talked to his dad, and he’s over there with Rico right now. His mama over there with him too, and they said that he taking this shit hard. Ima give him his space for the night, but when we land tomorrow, Ima go pull up on him,” he replied.
I just nodded my head. I wasn’t going to ask him anymore questions because I didn’t want to annoy him with them.
Tank reached his hands out for me, grabbing me, making me stand right in front of him. His hands dropped, going for my ass, palming it, while looking down at me.
“I thought ya’ll were having game night. Ya’ll done already? Last night, ya’ll were down there till after one. I had to come, and get your ass,” he replied, and I laughed.
“They still down there,” I let him know.
“What happened? Why you came up?” he inquired.
With an uneasy look on my face, I looked him in his eyes, trying to read him, and see if now was a good time to say anything. I’m sure what was going on right now with Rico was weighing heavy on him. I felt like my timing might have been off. This was a vulnerable time for me, and I felt like a woman will always remember her man’s reaction to confessing her pregnancy, and I would hate to tell him that I was pregnant, and I didn’t get the reaction from him that I was hoping. He would have to pick me up off this floor.
“I came up here to tell you something. Now may not be the best time though,” I voiced, and for the first time since I’ve been up here, he laughed. He laughed and used both hands to slap me on my behind a couple of times.
“Tell me. Maybe whatever you tell me, it will cheer a nigga up,” and because he said that, I felt motivated to show him what I had in my pocket.
I went inside my right pocket, where I had the pregnancy test stored away, and I grabbed it. I was so sneaky with the way that I took it out because I didn’t want him to see it yet. It was one of those small pregnancy test that you would get from the dollar store, so I was able to bald it up in my hand, and I reached behind me, where Tank’s hands were still palming my ass, and I placed the stick there.
He immediately brought his hand to the front, opened it, and when he saw what was in it, he smiled. He looked at it for likefifteen seconds. It was a look as if he couldn’t believe it. He then put his eyes on me, looking at me in a way, trying to find out if I was serious or not.
“For real, baby?” when he asked me that, my eyes began to water because you could hear it in his voice that he would have been sick to his stomach if I were to tell him that I was playing a prank on him.
Tank has been having baby fever for weeks now and has been telling me how much he wanted to have a baby with me. To see his reaction, and to know that he was serious behind the words he was telling me, and not just blowing smoke up my ass, it did make me just a tad bit emotional.
“Yes. It’s a real test,” I told him, and just like you could see the tears form in my eyes, the same thing happened to him. He tried to laugh it off, to hide the fact that his tough ass was getting ready to cry.
“Fuck was ya’ll down there doing? Why you took it down there with them, and not up here with me?” he asked, keeping it in his hand, but with his other hand, he lifted me up, so that he could carry me over to the foot of the bed.
He took a seat on the ottoman, while he lowered me down onto his lap. I proceeded to tell him about the game that Tommie had come up with, and how she made all the ladies take pregnancy test. I told him how my test was the only one to come back positive.
He wasn’t even looking at me as I was talking. His eyes were too busy fixated on the test. Tank dropped the kind of tears where you just get so happy, that tears began to fall. Seeing him cry for the first time in front of me, just did something to me. He was usually the one that was wiping away my tears. Now, here I was, putting my hands out, wiping his.
What I loved about this moment was that I could be a safety place for him to shed tears. He wasn’t trying to hide the fact thathe was crying, thinking that I was going to judge him, or belittle him, since he was a man, and showing emotions. He allowed his tears to freely fall, and to me, that was the most attractive thing that a man could ever do.
“I’m about to be a daddy. Damn baby. This the best news that I’ve received in a long ass time. I’m happy,” and that was all that I needed to hear.
I leaned my head in, so that I could kiss him on his lips. What was supposed to just be a quick peck, turned into a full on, make- out session. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, in which he gladly accepted. He dropped the test behind him on the bed, so that he could put his hands inside my pajama bottoms from the back, rubbing up, and down my bare ass, while I was on top of him. The kiss went on for about one minute straight, and I was the one to pull away from him, and I laid my head on his chest.
“How you feeling?” he asked me.
“I was crying at first. Not because I was upset or anything. So many emotions started coming at one time. I am scared though,” I was honest with him.
“We both know how that shit feels to grow up without having a father in the house. Yours was in prison your entire childhood, while mine was a dead beat, that didn’t even stay that far away from me, so he could have easily been in my life, but he chose not to. One thing you don’t ever have to worry about is raising a child on your own. That won’t be your story to tell. I got you, aight?” he asked me, and with my head on his chest, I nodded, believing him.
“You gotta break your lease. Move in with me. I was supposed to ask you this awhile back, but now you don’t have a choice. I need eyes on you at all times. Your carrying my child. Shit about to get real strict around this motha fucka,” he voiced, and I laughed, believing him.
“It’s already strict,” I let him know. The fact that he laughed, let me know that even he knew that sometimes his ass could be a little rough with me. Not in the way he handled me physically, but sometimes his tone got real strict.
I could feel it in my gut that Tank was getting ready to be on my ass, so there wasn’t a single piece of me that doubted anything that he’d just said.
He ended up lifting me, so that he could place me down on the bed. He put me on my back, where he kissed up, and down my body. He undressed me as he was placing kisses on my body. The way he ate my pussy, I couldn’t keep my cries down even if I wanted to. There was so much passion behind it. I came back-to-back on his tongue, and when I couldn’t handle it anymore, that’s when he stood up, and seconds later, he was pushing his dick in, and out of me.
Instead of the crazy, wild fuckin that we would often do, Tank took his time with me tonight, and he made love to me. I was very emotional during our sex. He was sexing me like he was thanking me for the child that I was carrying for him.
