“That’s perfect. Can you have him come down to the Transplant Evaluation Unit on the second floor? I’ll be waiting for him. Just tell him to ask for Nurse Hilary.”
“He will be up shortly. Thank you so much,”I sighed and ended the call.
“What’s wrong? They said you’re not a match?”
“No, Yaseer… I’m pregnant.”
“Pregnant?” Disbelief laced his voice.
“It’s your fucking baby, Yaseer!” I sassed, placing both of my hands on my hips.
“Nah Marissa, chill. It’s not like that. I wanna jump for joy because I’m happy as fuck, but I am also picking up on your vibes and I get it.”
Yaseer scooped me off my feet and planted kisses all over my face, coaxing a smile and giggles out of me despite the heaviness hanging between us.
“I already told you my only dealbreaker isyou. I’m with whatever comes behind you. Since meeting you, I could see myself creating a life with you. You always wanted a daughter, right?”
I nodded. His warmth grounded me, reminding me that no matter how unpredictable life could be, he was going to be in my corner. When kids weren’t a possibility, he was still here, and now that we knew life was growing inside of me, he was ready to switch gears that fast.
“I know my shooters did their thing,” he laughed, lifting me higher so he could kiss my stomach. “We are going to have a healthy baby girl.” He spoke to my stomach, then looked up to face me. “I know your mind went to the worst case scenario, but I’m not about to even let you speak that shit. I’m still in the running to be a donor. If I’m a match, he can have the organ he needs out of me.”
“Good because they want you to come back inside to do some additional blood tests and imaging.”
“Shit, let’s go.” Yaseer lifted me to kiss my stomach again, then placed me back on my feet, and we walked back inside the hospital while guilt and optimism consumed me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Yaseer Haynes
Ispent the next five hours in the hospital being poked and prodded, but I’d do it all over again for Lil Q and Marissa. Since Lil Q was a gunshot victim, the police showed up to question him, but he was still out. Marissa gave them a few bullshit lines about not having an idea what happened, and Vincent had it out with the police and hospital security until two of his men were allowed to post up outside of Lil Q’s door for the evening.
When we got back to Marissa’s house, I took my time and ran her a bubble bath, lit some lavender and chamomile candles, and helped her into the jacuzzi tub. I left the bathroom and went to grab everything she would need after the shower and placed it on the bed so she could climb into the bed and relax. When I returned to the bathroom her eyes were closed, small beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and the jets pulsed gently around her. The steam curling off the water suddenly made me fearful that it wasn’t healthy for the baby. I did a quick Google search and sure enough, they advised against it. I sauntered over to the faucet handles and turned on some cold water.
“What are you doing?” Marissa’s eyes popped open and wrinkles riddled her forehead.
“According toHealthline,you shouldn’t be taking extremely hot bubble baths because they can be harmful for the baby and you in here boiling like a lobster,” I informed her.
“Yaseer, turn that water off! It’s not that hot in here.”
“Nah beautiful, let me cool it down a little bit. Just a little.”
She rolled her eyes and kicked her feet at me, splashing water at me. “Shit, that don’t bother me. I’ll just get in with you. I was trying to cater to you.” I pulled my wet shirt off.
“No, I was enjoying the catering to me. Can you get me a glass of wine?”
“Hell naw!” I declined and she burst out laughing. “Ain’t no wine or none of that. I can get in with you and massage your back, though, if you need something to take the edge off.”
She bit into her bottom lip and nodded her head, so I took off my clothes and tossed them in the hamper before easing in behind her.
“Yaseer,” she called my name, spinning her body around with ease in the oversized tub before lowering herself onto my lap. Bubbles covered her titties, and I fought to keep my attention on her face as my dick got hard.
“Wassup, beautiful?”
“I love you and I appreciate you,” Marissa professed, gripping my dick in her hands.
“I love you too,” I grinned, cupping her chin and pulling her face down to mine.
Feeding Marissa my tongue, I used my free hand to pull her into me. There was never a doubt in my mind that Marissa loved a nigga. I understood she was barely out of her marriage, while I hadn’t been in shit serious since Janna, so I had no problem with her moving at her pace. However, those words shot a jovial feeling straight through my chest. I hoped that every stroke ofmy tongue conveyed how deep my love for her went. Especially now that we were on our way to sharing a child.
