“No,” she said, shaking her head even though she was moving towards me. I licked my lips then smirked as I watched a bead of water roll down the seam of her breast and disappear. “Amethyst.”
“Sunshine.” I gently brushed my index finger over her shoulder.
“No,” she repeated, but didn’t move.
“I didn’t even say anything,” I chuckled as I moved my hand. “What are you already saying no to?”
“Because I know that look and whatever your peanut-head having ass brain is trying to calculate, you can forget about it. It’s not happening,” she said, stepping back, but I followed her.
“Sunshine, the shit I got brewing in my mind will have you cumming by just the thought.” I licked my lips and adjusted my dick in my shorts. I didn’t come up here to do shit but be in her presence, but as soon as I saw her looking like she did, I only had one thing on my mind: make Yale cum. Yale’s eyes went to my dick pressing against my shorts, and her nostrils flared. “You miss me, Pretty girl?”
“No,” she answered, crossing her arms.
“Your mouth is saying one thing, but I know you, Yale, and I know when you’re lying.”
“I’m lying?” she laughed and rolled her eyes. “You are so fucking full of yourself.”
I stepped into her space, and I saw goosebumps on her skin instantly. The room wasn’t cold, and the steam from the shower floated into the room, so I knew it was from being close to me. I chuckled, then buried my face in her neck and inhaled. “Yeah, you are lying, but I get why. I fucked up and hurt you. You need time to forgive me and come to terms with how we are about to move. We are about to be parents.” I moved her towel out of the way and palmed her stomach. My daughter kicked against my hand, and I chuckled. “See, even baby girl knows that her daddy is sorry and will spend the rest of my life making up for it.” I kissed her neck and felt her tense before she relaxed. “I’m not rushing you, but understand my daughter won’t come into this world in a broken home. Her parents will be married. Granite--”
“I need to finish taking a shower,” Yale said, cutting me off and stepping back. Her eyes were unreadable, and her expression was blank. She could be mad at me all she wanted, but it was going to happen. She said I didn’t communicate with her, so nowI was telling her all my plans for us. Whether she listened or not was up to her.
“I’m not stopping you from showering,” I replied with a shrug. I nodded towards the bathroom. “Do what you gotta do. I will wait right here until you’re finished, then we can have lunch.”
“I’m not hungry,” she sighed.
“You haven’t eaten since breakfast,” I reminded her. “You can ignore me while you eat, but I’m going to feed you.” She opened her mouth to argue, but the look I gave her cut her off. “Go shower, Yale.”
She mugged me for a few seconds, and I wanted to laugh at her feisty ass, but I didn’t. Tulane had said she gave him constant hell while she lived with him, and I didn’t envy him one bit. I knew how stubborn Yale could be, but she always knew that I could be more stubborn than she was, which is why she didn’t argue with me. Instead, she gave me a dirty ass look, then turned and walked back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
I walked around the room like I did last night while she showered. Yale was always neat; everything had a place, and it was always put there. On the dresser were her purse, Kindle, iPad, and phone. I picked up the iPad, swiped the screen, then entered the code. Her designs were pulled up, and I had to admit she was onto something with the small necklace she was designing. It was littered with diamonds, and even though I could tell it wasn’t complete, I knew that when it was, it would be dope as fuck. The shower cut off, and I set her iPad back on the dresser.
“I just knew you would be gone,” she sighed when she came out of the bathroom to find me sitting on the edge of the bed. She adjusted the towel around her to make sure it didn’t fall and walked over to the dresser.
“Never again,” I said, shaking my head as I watched her. She grabbed a pair of boxers and a matching bra from the dresser, then slammed the drawer shut. “It will be easier to accept that I’m here forever.”
“Oh fucking joy.” She walked to the closet, and a few seconds later, the towel she was wearing flew out and landed on the bed. “I believed you then. Not now.”
“You got a big ass battery in your back right now,” I chuckled and shook my head. “Shit’s crazy.”
She stormed out of the closet, holding a t-shirt in her right hand, and mugged me. Yale was all belly, and seeing her just in her sports bra and boxers had my heart slamming. She looked so fucking sexy and wasn’t even trying, which wasn’t abnormal for her. Yale never had to try because her sex appeal was natural, and seeing her pregnant with my baby amplified it.
“Battery in my back?” she laughed, rolling her eyes. “Are you serious right now?”
“I am,” I nodded. “You’re acting tough as fuck.”
“You’re acting tough as fuck,” she mocked me, then walked to the dresser and grabbed a pair of socks. “You have some fucking nerves. I’m not acting like shit.”
“Oh you are.” I watched as she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her leg up to put her socks on. “You been doing yoga or something?”
“What?”
“You are moving and shit without struggle. Every pregnant woman I’ve ever been around says that by six months, their stomach is in the way and they start to struggle with doing shit like putting socks on. But you’re moving with no problem. You were flexible and shit before this, but the way you move makes me think you have been doing other shit. So, I’m just assuming that it’s yoga.” I tilted my head to the side and stared at the print of her pussy. “Hhhheyyy, pretty girl.”
“Amethyst, stop talking to me,” she said, shaking her head. “You are getting on my damn nerves.”
“I wasn’t talking to you that time,” I said, then shrugged.
“Who the fuck were you talking to then?”
