“Put it in, baby,” I whined. I yanked at him, showing the urgency of needing him right now. I said a silent prayer when Harlan looked up at me with a sly smirk.
“Oh you ready for me to knock this pussy out, huh, Mickey?” I used my elbows and moved back more on the bed as Harlan climbed up, stripping out of his clothes in the process. He reached me and I helped with his pants, getting them down enough to get his hard dick out. I jacked him a few times before I positioned him at my hole. We exhaled at the same time. His strokes were slow at first before he put my legs on his shoulders.
“Gotdamn, Mickey, you feel good as hell, baby.” His pace picked up and so did my moans. Harlan must have been in a good mood because his dick pounded me out. I was cumming and knew this was the first of many tonight the way he grunted and stroked me right now. As I rode out my first one, I pulled him closer, clinging to him tightly while I mentally prepared myself to tell him the news after this.
Hours later,I woke up alone in my bed, completely forgetting we had fucked and skipped dinner. I got up, grabbing my robe as I made my way to relieve my bladder and freshen up so I could find Harlan. I was starving now and hoped he was already in the kitchen with the food heated up.
“Baby!” I called out but got no response. I accounted that to him not hearing me since I was now running the water, letting it warm up while I peed.
Once I was done, I made my way out to the living room with Harlan not being there either.
“Harlan,” I called out again, this time laughing nervously. It was the middle of the night. I didn’t think he would leave justlike that. I made it to the kitchen, stopping in my tracks when I noticed the pizza box was open but no signs of Harlan.
Panic set in as I made my way to get my phone off the charger while I talked myself down from the ledge that he had dipped out with saying anything. I took a seat on the couch, my left leg bouncing uncomfortably while I scrolled through my phone until I came to his number.
“Shit, Mickey, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go.” I hit his name, praying he answered so we could talk about this, but of course Harlan didn’t. Instead, I got his voicemail and opted out of leaving one. I hit the button again, getting the same result.
An hour later, I was unmoved from my position beyond my hand repeatedly calling Harlan. I lost count of how many times until the voicemail was the first thing that greeted me, but I refused to believe this was happening right now.
Maybe he just needs a minute to process this, Mickey. You needed one, remember.
“Yeah. Maybe that’s it.” A nasty taste formed in my mouth, sending me to the bathroom to throw up. I should have taken that as my sign. After I re-brushed my teeth, my stomach growling violently reminded me I still hadn’t eaten.
I palmed my baby and apologized for being careless while walking back to the kitchen.
“Mommy’s sorry, I’m feeding us now.” I snorted at the pizza box before I moved to the takeout bag on the counter, seeing it was Korean BBQ. I laughed until tears welled up and poured down my face. Through my crying, I heated up the food.
“Okay,so we’re definitely keeping the baby, right?” Hollis asked as we walked around a baby store at The Shoppes. I told myself Iwas just browsing, but everything I saw and picked up somehow ended up in the basket. There wasn’t anything major since I was still too early to determine the sex of the little being inside of me.
“Yes, for the millionth time since I told y’all the other day. But still, don’t go crazy, Hollis. Remember no gender has been identified yet.” She squeaked her excitement as she began grabbing everything like me. I giggled as I watched her with her wild eyes like a kid in a candy store right now. She did good for a week and a half of not buying anything for said baby and I feared giving her the green light would have my dining room full before I made it to my second trimester.
Even though I’d told my girls, I still hadn’t told my family. I knew they wouldn’t trip too hard, but the lack of a father in the picture was holding me up. I still hadn’t heard from Harlan, even after my several calls and text messages. I hoped he would come around that night he’d found out I was pregnant, but that had been damn near three weeks ago at this point. Harlan had gone completely ghost on me. There was no way I was going to tell anyone, not even my girls, no matter how badly I wanted to talk to someone about this fucked up situation.
Yes, I was grown and my parents allowed me to be just that, but the thought of telling them that the father of my baby wouldn’t be involved because he’d disappeared on us already wasn’t a conversation I was prepared to have.
I could be thirty and still wouldn’t want to disappoint them, nor my grandpa, in any way.
“Ooh, Mickey, look! They even have these tiny little boots that would be so cute for the baby.”
I snickered as I picked up another set of gender-neutral onesies.
“Hollis, those are girl shoes. I’ma cut you off before we even get started. Please stick to bibs, burp rags, and baby essentialsright now. Nothing that screams you want it to be a girl or a boy.” She pouted as she put the shoes down, making me smirk.
“Ugh, fine. You never let me have any fun. You’re worse than Callie was with Camilla. At least she let me manifest my niece. I feel like you’re trying to make the baby a boy.” I tried to hold my straight face but I folded the moment I noticed she was serious.
“Heffa, I’m not God. Whatever the baby is right now will be whatever He already determined they will be. At this point, I’m just the messenger on an assignment. So, don’t shoot?—"
She waved me off as she released an irritated sigh. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I guess I’ll get these green and yellow blankets with these ducks and bears. Is that safe enough for you?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
We continued to shop until me and the baby needed food to calm my raging stomach. As far as pregnancy symptoms went, the only one that showed up and showed out immediately was my increased hunger and mild morning sickness.
Hollis and I ended up at DayLux, her with a mimosa and me with my ginger ale.
I fake sniffled as she took a sip.
“I guess y’all are going to continue to drink around me knowing that I can’t, huh? That’s some real fucked up and selfish behavior, ya know,” I ranted as I watched her close her eyes with a sip of her peach mimosa.
