The door opened quickly, and my father stood there, staring at me with a surprised look on his face.
"You can stare at me for as long as you want when I'm on the inside. Right now, I'm cold," I whined as my teeth chattered together.
He moved aside, and I stepped in. "Oh, sorry about that. What brings you by?" he asked, shutting the door.
I shrugged, turning around to face him. "I have something to tell you. Do you have any hot chocolate or warm tea? Gosh, I'm so cold." I shivered. The warmth of his house hadn't warmed me up right away.
He shook his head sadly. "Sorry. No, I don't. Let's go talk in the living room and get away from this door."
I followed him into his living room, where he had the fireplace on. I wasted no time in going toward it.
He took a seat on the brown leather couch. "Just to let you know, Brenda isn't here."
I grinned. "Good. That's perfect. Hopefully, I can tell you what I need to before she comes back."
It made me joyful to know that Brenda wasn't there.
"She'll be gone all day. She went to visit her family."
I shrugged, not giving one damn. "She can stay where she's at for all I care. I just need her to stay away from me." I sighed deeply, getting off track.
This was why I hated that he always brought her up. I always ended up talking about the damn lady.
"Okay, what I want to tell you is... you're going to be a grandfather."
My father's eyes widened as his mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. I almost wanted to laugh out loud, but I held it in.
"What?" he asked with his mouth dropped.
I placed my hand on my stomach with a smile on my face. "In a few months, you'll be meeting your grandchild."
Tears welled in his eyes as his lips trembled. If he cried, I knew I'd probably start too. I needed him to chill on that.
"My baby girl is having a baby of her own." He got up from the couch with his arms outstretched.
With no hesitation, I went into my father's arms, needing that hug from him. When I said I didn't want to cry, tears still slid down my face. He hugged me tightly, and I didn't want to let him go. Whenever I got a hug from my father, it felt like it would be our last hug. Nonetheless, I enjoyed them every time he gave them to me.
"How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" he asked, pulling away from me.
I smiled, wiping my eyes. "No, I don't need anything. I only stopped by to tell you about the pregnancy. If I need anything, I'll be sure to reach out and let you know."
He smiled and squeezed my hand. "Please do that. Wow, I'm about to be a grandfather."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Yes, you are."
"You have no idea how happy you've made me. Be prepared to have a spoiled child."
I laughed harder. "Between you and Mama, I can see it happening."
"Let me go get you a bottle of water. You came in here and asked for everything but that. Are you drinking water?" He turned away from me and headed to the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes and huffed. My dad was just as bad as Jamari. "Yes, I've been drinking water. I had two bottles already."
Who in the hell felt like running to the bathroom every five to ten minutes? It got so aggravating, but I made sure I drank as much water as I should. That was one thing Jamari didn't play about.
My father came back with a bottle of water and gave it to me. I wasted no time opening it and taking a swig.
"Thanks. I guess I needed that," I stated once I finished gulping as much water as I needed.
