The sun wasn’t up, but I was sure it was nearing that time. He leaned over the bed and sucked the champagne off my skin.
“Ready to celebrate?” he asked.
Confused, I was focused on breathing through the tightening of my pussy. “Celebrate what?”
He sat the bottle down, turned his phone on, and showed me something on the screen. It was a text from an unknown number. It was a text in all caps followed by a fake blog post.
“You’re pregnant,” he stated.
I burst out laughing. “Syn!”
“What? I mean… They on the bullshit wit’ this shit, but hey…” His lips lowered to my nipples. He sucked them dry. “You gon’ have my babies?” His eyes pierced mine.
Sheepishly, I replied, “Seeing that I’m not on birth control, the idea isn’t too far-fetched.”
Synder’s eyes softened, and I thought I was tripping to see moisture there. His lips met mine, and he asked, “You scared?”
I shook my head. “No, of course not.”
He smiled. “‘Cause you know I got you, right?”
“Right.”
As he climbed back into bed, our lips stayed locked.
Digging inside my luggage, I found my red journal. It was funny that I hadn’t opened it since coming to Atlanta. Flipping to an empty page, I quickly jotted down some of the highlights of what happened since I’d been here. On some parts, I giggled. Other parts left me a bit sad. Once I was done, I flipped through the pages to refresh my memory and to see if anything I’d written down over the months came to pass.
I stopped on one page. It was the page I wrote the day I met Synder. Gasping, I realized, he was everything I said I wanted in my partner. The realization caused my body to tingle all over.
This can’t be,I thought. Although I was a hopeless romantic, I wasn’t looking for love when I fell into Synder’s arms. I didn’t think love was that close to me. I wrote those things in hopes that love would one day find me. Now… Now I wanted to cry because I wasn’t sure how the hell I got here.
By here, I meant deep in love. So in love, I got my first tattoo of a man’s name. Crazily, I was already plotting where to put our next tattoos. I was in too deep. However, I didn’t want to dig myself out.
“Are those happy tears?”
Synder’s deep voice startled me. Wiping my eyes, I said, “Yes.”
He entered the room with Whimsy in front of him. She was dressed in a custom gown designed by me. She looked like a little princess.
“Then, what’s the tears for?” he queried.
“Just thinking about how quickly things have changed for me.”
He cocked his head and grinned. “For the good, I hope.”
Nodding, I said, “Definitely. I can’t think of any other place I’d want to be.”
Synder took me into his arms, hugged me tightly, then backed up a little to scan my body.
“You look amazing, Baby,” he praised.
Blushing and blinking back tears, I tapped him on the chest. “You look amazing yourself.”
“Mama!” Whimsy interrupted. She handed me her teddy bear. “Here, Mama!”
The tears I forced back, furiously welled up. With a sad look on her face, Whimsy peered up at me.
“She thinks you’re sad and wants to give you her teddy bear to cheer you up,” Synder explained.
