Irish prayed he was right because she couldn’t bear enduring this level of pain for the rest of her days.
“Noble… do you know who killed Jovanis?”
The buzzing from the AC filled their conversation as she held her breath. Irish had avoided asking him that since the night of Jovanis’ murder. A part of her didn’t want to know but curiosity had bullied her into asking.
“No, I don't.”
“You promise?”
“I swear, I don't know who pulled that trigger but I’ma find out.” A light trace of menace was in his tone.
“I think it was Tuck,” she blurted out.
“Why you say that?”
“Because Jovanis was the person who had exposed him. He told me right before he got killed. I think Tuck sent someone at him because of it.”
Noble was silent, only rubbing her back. He kissed her lips then her forehead. “I need you to try and get some sleep. We got our first appointment tomorrow.”
That was it. He didn’t explore the topic of Tuck being the architect of Jovanis’ slaying. Irish figured she was on to something but he didn’t want to confirm. Maybe Noble knew more than he let on. She wasn’t certain even though she wanted to question him further.
Five
Irish hated how cold exam rooms could be. She rested on the table, dressed in the dull hospital gown while Noble sat in the chair. This was their first prenatal exam, and she was a ball of nerves. She hadn’t been getting proper rest or eating a healthy diet, and Irish was nervous the baby would be affected.
“Do you think the baby will be okay?”
Noble looked up from his phone with his ominous eyes. He was dressed down in a Fear of God crème shirt, light blue joggers, and designer sneakers.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”
“I don't know. I’m probably overthinking.”
As soon as the word left her lips, the doctor entered the room. She wore a bright smile with thick, black hair and shiny, brown skin.
She extended her hand. “Well, hello. I’m Dr. Burnell, and I’ll be your OB-GYN. You must be Irish.”
“Yes.” She shook her hand.
She then turned to Noble who did the same. “And you must be Dad.”
“Noble,” he confirmed.
“It’s so nice to meet you guys. She walked over to the stool and took a seat.
“So, is this your first child?”
“It’s mine but this is his second child,” Irish answered.
“How exciting,” she gushed, looking down at her open laptop. “And it looks like we already collected your vitals and the date of your last menstrual cycle. Is this your first pregnancy?”
Irish shifted her body on the table. “No, it’s not.”
Immediately, she felt Noble’s eyes on her but didn’t meet his gaze.
“Okay, and how did that pregnancy go?”
“Uh, I had a miscarriage.”
