“Xai, I can cook.”Adora sighs and I ignore her. I just continue to walk to the kitchen and grab water for her vitamin. “Xai, you heard all the doctors. I’m good. My stitches are out. This stupid boot can come off next week and the babies’ heartbeats are strong. I’m going back to work Monday and you can stop hovering.”
“You don’t like my hovering?” I ask as I place my hands on the arms of her chair and actually hover over her pretty ass.
“I do but you can stop. I need to do things while I can. Once these little girls?—”
“Boys,” I correct.
“Once these little boys start growing and I can’t see my feet or walk, then I’ll sit down. Until then, I’m going to do everything I can.”
“And you can, maybe, but not tonight. We have to celebrate and tell them. We’re going to dinner. Pick the spot.”
It’s been three weeks since she left the hospital and we’d just spent the entire morning with doctors. After getting her stitches removed and her ankle examined at the hospital, we went to our first appointment with the OB. I learned so much in ourfirst visit and the doctor answered all of my questions. I had a few before we got there, but after we heard two heartbeats and learned we’re having twins, I had a million more.
I’m not trying to have her doing too much, stressing herself out, or stressing my babies. Anything she needs, I got her. I’ve been here with her and the girls since she was discharged. Thankfully, she didn’t have a concussion, but she did have a sprained ankle and I couldn’t have her walking around too much, even with the boot. I’ve been here, taking the girls to school and picking them up, and doing whatever Adora not only needs but whatever she wants.
“Taste of Italy,” she finally says. “Let’s go there; it’s their favorite.”
“Was that so hard?” I ask before kissing her.
“No.” After placing her hands on the sides of my face, she pulls me back to her lips for another kiss. “Are you scared?” The concern in her voice is loud.
“Of what, love?” I ask.
“This,” she says, then drops her hands from my face. She places them on her stomach then adds, “Them. All of this. Us. Aren’t you worried something’s going to happen?”
“No. I’m not and you shouldn’t either. It’s me and you. As long as you got me, love, I won’t let anything happen,” I assure her.
“You promise because I can’t have anything,” she begins, but I interrupt her by pecking her lips.
“We’re in a good place. We’re having twins. We’re together and nothing is gonna go wrong. I promise you that. Don’t worry about anything.”
“Okay. Okay,” she says while nodding. “Let me pee and fix myself up so we can get them.” When I hold my hand out, she accepts and I help her up. She latches her arms around my neck, then stares up at me. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I tell her before she walks down the hall.
My cell vibrates, pulling me from watching my heart limp to her room. When I scoop it from the end table, I see it’s Terrance on his burner. After a few calls, he was able to connect with two people at Diamond Falls Correctional, Omar and Derey. Omar was one of the first runners to work for me. He glowed up in the game and had his own shit before narcotics got him. Derey is also from the Manor. He lost his little brother and I covered the costs of the services. Both are on the same block as Adora’s ex.
After finding out Adora was pregnant when that nigga had his cousins jump her, my timeline for handling Rush got expedited. My people were in place but he was on lockdown. Last night, he was finally transferred back to his normal cell.
“What up, bruh?” I answer.
“It’s done,” he says. “Both arms and legs are in casts.”
“That nigga really deserved more,” I mumble. Sending his cousins to fight the mother of his kids at her home, where his kids live, was some hoe-ass shit, a bitch nigga move. He violated, without a doubt, and needed to be dealt with. Doing that shit while she is carrying my seeds is a death wish. The old me would have ended his life on the spot. He’s lucky I’m a family man and businessman now; that gave him a pass. He was left broken but breathing, this time. If he doesn’t heed my warning though, his luck will run the fuck out. “And he got my message?” I ask for confirmation.
“He fo’ sho’ knows that if anybody contacts her in any way, he won’t need any casts ever again,” he says, then ends the call.
“Who was that, baby?” Adora asks as she enters the living room.
“Terrance.”
“Everything alright at the shops?”
“Yeah. Everything’s good. He just handled something for me and was giving me an update.”
“A good one, I hope.”
“A great one but don’t you worry about that or anything else. Are you ready?” I ask and she nods.
