A knock came at the door, and I shouted for them to come in.
Ciara popped her head inside.
“Hey, I’m about to go sit out in the garden if you want to come get a little fresh air. There’s a heated lamp out there, and it’s closed in, so the wind won’t bother you.”
“Sure, I’ll come. Well, if her dad will take her.”
“Of course I will. Come on, princess.”
A smile spread across his face.
Crew refused to refer to her as Amira, even though that was the name on her birth certificate. Oh well, he can stay mad forever, and keep calling her princess, or Pretty girl, like he’d been doing. Amira is her name and I'm not changing it. He has free range to give her a middle name if he wants.
I bundled up in a sweater and some joggers and walked out to Ciara in her garden area. It was actually comfortable as hell out here, and it looked almost like a glasshouse, with plants andvegetables, two chairs, and a heating lamp sitting between the chairs. It was so warm in here that I eventually slipped out of my jacket.
Ciara sat back, looking over the greenery, sipping tea from her cup.
“If you want, I can make you some. I’m sorry, I didn’t think about it at first.”
“Oh, you know I don’t like tea, girl. I’m more of a soda type.”
“Yeah, I know, but this tea really helped with my cramps after my miscarriage, and it taste so good.”
“Ciara, thank you so much for welcoming Amira and me here, even with what happened to your baby.”
“No, it’s okay. You have no idea what you and her being here is doing for me. Just looking at her little feet make me happy. She’s been a welcoming distraction for sure.”
Ciara scrunched her shoulders up. She was so good with Amira that I knew she would be a great mother once she and Hov had a baby. I’ve started praying for them every night to conceive, just like I pray for me and Amira’s safety. I don’t know a couple that deserves to be parents more than they do. Shit, when I think about it, they deserve the title of being Godparents right now. Forget waiting to ask in an extravagant way.
“Can I ask you something, Ciara?”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
“Well, in my head, I wanted to ask in an extra extravagant, cute, TikTok-worthy way, but.”
Her and I shared a brief laugh.
“But for real, I just want this moment to be genuine if nothing else. All that flashy shit is for show anyway, and this will be coming from my heart. So, I wanted to ask you, will you be Amira’s godmother? I can’t think of anyone else in this world I would trust my baby with if something happens to me.”
Ciara put her hand over her mouth and shook her head, like she was fighting back tears.
“Bitch, please don’t make me cry out here. It’s too cold,” she laughed. “But of course, I will be her godmother. Shit, if I’m being honest, I was already calling her my baby anyway.”
“Well, good, and I’ll ask Hov about being the godfather when I see him.”
“Girl, you know he is going to say yes. He loves that little girl just as much as I do.”
“He does?”
“Yes. He hears her crying and it puts him on alert.”
I touched my chest.
I was only surprised because Hov wasn’t one to show many emotions. The most emotion I saw out of him was when he was kissing Ciara’s ass, which was adorable as hell. I loved it when he referred to her as “Mama.”
“But, yes. He keeps talking about how pretty she is and how he can’t believe Crew is a father. You know they had their little disagreement, but Hov loves Crew like a brother. Just as much as I love you. Well, not just as much, because you’re my girl, and where they would die with each other, I would die for your ass.”
We laughed.
