“I’m not crazy because I don’t want that nigga’s face all in my woman’s?—”
A knock, followed by the door opening, interrupted him. A gorgeous light-skinned woman wearing her hair in a bob entered the room.
“Hello. I’m Nurse Jordan, and I’m here to draw your blood.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Are you and Dr. Jordan related?” Kilo inquired.
“He’s my husband.”
“Word? And you cool with him looking at women’s?—”
“Kilo!” I interjected before he said way too much.
Nurse Jordan must have known what Kilo was about to say because she laughed.
“It’s okay. He’s not the first person with that question. I assure you, you have nothing to worry about. My husband is very professional and always on his best behavior.”
“He’d better be because I don’t play that shit,” Kilo warned.
Nurse Jordan proceeded to draw my blood. When she finished, she promised that Dr. Jordan would return soon to do an ultrasound.
“I didn’t know you’d have an ultrasound today. Will they give us pictures?” Kilo asked.
“I’m sure they will. Are you excited?”
“I can’t even put my excitement into words. I’m forty years old, and I’ve never connected with a woman so deeply. From the moment our eyes met, I felt something deep in my soul. You’re the first woman I’ve encountered who I see a future with. I was starting to lose hope, and so was my mama.”
“You hijacked my dreams that night, and I woke up in a puddle.”
“Word?” he questioned with a smirk.
“When I saw you at the mixer, you’d already made me cum several times in my dreams.”
“You gon’ make me fuck you in this examination room. Does this door lock?”
He went to check the door, and it opened before he grabbed the handle. Dr. Jordan entered with Nurse Jordan behind him, pushing the ultrasound machine.
“It will be a few hours before we get the results from your blood test, but in the meantime, let’s take a look at the baby.”
Kilo could barely take his eyes off the ultrasound pictures to drive, and I had to confiscate them until we made it to campus. He picked me up this morning for my doctor’s appointment, and we decided we’d ride to work together.
He was teary-eyed when the tiny circle appeared on the screen and the baby’s heartbeat filled the room. It was thesweetest reaction, but most fathers who planned to be involved in their child’s life probably had the same reaction.
“Can I trust that you’ll keep your eyes on the road if I give these back to you?” I asked, referring to his copies of the ultrasound.
“You cannot, but I’m not going that far. I’ll get there safely.”
He took them from my hand before I could snatch my hand away. As he got out of his car and walked around to the passenger side to open my door, his eyes were glued to the pictures. I took the hand he offered to help me out, but he hadn’t looked up.
“Kilo, it won’t change if you stop looking at it.”
“I know, baby. I just can’t believe we created this.”
“I can’t believe you trapped me. What if we’d never seen each other again?”
He finally gave me his eyes as we walked from the parking lot toward the library.
