“I’m not assuming the worst, but this is my reality. I gave birth over eighteen years ago, I’m thirty-six, which puts me at a high risk, and I had a period. I just want to make sure this is real, and everything is okay before I get too attached.”
I hadn’t considered any of what she’d said before sharing the news, and now I understood why she wasn’t happy with me. I reached in front of me and pulled the front of her shirt, bringing her body against mine.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m new to this shit, and I didn’t think about any of that.”
“I know, and I didn’t mention any of this because I didn’t want to ruin the excitement for you.”
“Thank you. I should’ve waited until you gave me the green light, but don’t put your running shoes on every time I fuck up. I ain’t never been in a real relationship, so I’m bound to fuck up. Give me some grace, baby.”
“I wasn’t running?—”
“Yes, you were. I ain’t never done this before, but I know what a runner looks like. If you’re gonna run, runtome, not away from me.”
I leaned into her and kissed her lips. She was receptive, opening her mouth to receive my tongue. My hands traveled down her back until they reached her ass. I pressed her against me and squeezed.
My dick stiffened, and when she moaned, I remembered we were in the kitchen, and Nyeem wasn’t too far away. Begrudgingly, I pulled away and looked into her eyes.
“I don’t want there to be any questions about what this is. You’re mine. I’m yours. We’re together. Are we clear?”
She smiled as she nodded.
“Say it.”
“You’re mine. I’m yours. We’re together.”
“And no more running.”
She smacked her lips and rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything.
“Say it with me, baby. No more running.”
She repeated the last part with me, and our lips briefly met again.
“Now what?” she asked.
“What you experienced was probably implantation bleeding, which about fifteen to thirty percent of women experience,” Dr. Jordan informed us.
After our conversation on Saturday night, I was able to schedule an appointment with my doctor for Tuesday. I didn’t think I would get in that soon, but I was grateful. The bleeding I experienced concerned me more than I let on, and I was anxious to see my doctor to make sure everything was okay.
“Will this happen again?” Kilo asked.
“It shouldn’t, but it’s possible. Some women experience spotting, or very light bleeding, for the entire pregnancy.”
“Should we be concerned?” I asked.
“Because of your age, you are considered high risk, but you’re very healthy. As of now, everything looks good. Based on the first day of your last period, you're about eleven weeks, and your due date is approximately January sixth. We’ll do a blood test to confirm. My nurse will be in shortly to draw your blood. Do you have any other questions for now?”
I looked at Kilo, and he shook his head.
“We’re good for now. Thank you,” I said.
As soon as we were alone, Kilo said, “I don’t know how I feel about another man all in your shit.”
I frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“You didn’t tell me your doctor was a nigga.”
“Umm, I didn’t know it mattered, but I’m not about to change doctors because you’re crazy.”
