“When’s the last time your period came on?”
“Zaire!” she whined.
“Nah, baby…tell me,” he asked, still pumping his hard dick into her over and over. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.
Tears swelled in her eyes because she knew where this was going, but she didn’t know if she was pregnant or not. They’d been fuckin raw since the beginning and they both wanted kids but she had no idea what that would really look like for them. Tia’s journey to motherhood had Meadow nervous and afraid.
Zaire lifted his body with his dick still planted firmly inside of her. “Nah…answer the question.”
Meadow moaned. Being in his arms with his dick inside of her was truly her favorite position. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips. “I think I’m pregnant.”
Zaire heard her loud and clear and instead of responding with words, he made love to her all over her new room. His strokes went from deep and long to slow and soul-stirring. He was beyond excited and knew it was only a matter of time before they welcomed a beautiful Black baby into their world.
"I love you, baby,” he kissed her while he had her back against the wall, fucking her into dangerous territory.
Meadow cried. “I love you too.”
“You’re going to be the best Mama.”
“And you’re gonna be an amazing father…but what if…”
He silenced her doubt with a kiss so passionate they both exploded against each other. “Let’s go get a test,” he smiled once he caught his breath.
Their nerves filledthe huge bathroom, shrinking it until it felt like a New York apartment closet. Even the air felt like it was holding its breath. Meadow stood barefoot on the heated floor in Zaire’s oversized tee and pajama pants, palms pressed flat to the counter while Zaire leaned against the vanity across from her, elbows locked, head bowed like he was trying to pray without knowing the words.
Neither of them said a word, too caught up in their own heads. The possibilities were endless and scary as hell.
The pregnancy test sat between them, facedown, innocent-looking for something that could change everything. Zaire hadn’t moved since she’d set the timer on her phone. His leg bounced, then stilled trying to wrangled his emotions. He couldn’t look at her or the test. His chest felt too tight, like he was standing on the edge of something holy and terrifying at the same time.
Meadow watched him with pure adoration in her eyes. This man who had stared down cameras, crowds, losses, prison gates, whole systems built to break him — now undone by a cheap piece of plastic on a marble counter. Her throat burned with love…with fear…with a knowing she didn’t have language for yet.
Zaire flinched when the timer went off.
Meadow’s heart slammed against her ribs as she picked the test up. Turning it over she saw the lines. “Z,” she said softly.
He looked up, eyes wide, searching her face like it held the answer to every prayer he’d never prayed out loud. “What it say?”
Before she could answer, the doorbell rang.
Zaire frowned. “Who the fuck-” His questioned, then he shook his head, annoyed and distracted. “I ain’t answerin’ that.”
Meadow stepped toward him, heart racing for an entirely different reason. “Go,” she urged gently, “just see who it is.”
“I’m not leavin’ you right now,” he said, stubborn, already stepping closer like he could block the world out if he stood close enough.
She touched his chest, grounding him. “Zaire…please.”
Something in her tone made him pause. He searched her face again, confused. “Don’t move,” he muttered. “I’m comin’ right back.”
As soon as he stepped out, Meadow exhaled with a knowing look in her eyes. She grabbed the test, stared at it like she needed proof she wasn’t dreaming, then slid it carefully into the pocket of her pajama pants. Her hands pressed her stomach instinctively as she closed her eyes. “Thank you.” Her words were for God.
She padded down the hall behind Zaire, nerves buzzing under her skin. She already knew who was at the door. She’d known the moment the bell rang
Zaire opened the front door, unblinking at who stood before him. His brain refused to process what his eyes were seeing.
Antwan stood on his porch with tears brimming his eyes and a smile bright enough to rival the sun. His hands hung at his sides like he didn’t trust them yet.
Zaire’s knees buckled while his heart thumped out of his chest. There was no way his father was actually standing in front of him. “If I’m dreamin’ God, just give me a few more minutes.”
