Sitting there, my mind was blown, and my mama just kept right on chatting away, with her new bestie, Ms. Lulu. They were obviously cut from the same damn cloth, and kept us all laughing the whole evening.
At some point, Face whispered in my ear. “All I know is that you better not be like ya mama. Cause I aint cha daddy. Somebody gotta die ‘bout my feelings. On God.”
Getting up early, I’d left Face snoring in the bed, and got myself together. I took a nice, hot bath, before fat ironing my hair, and putting on a cute McQueen cropped jacket and leggings, before tipping to the front door. I was about to open the door and step out, when I heard somebody clearing their throat behind me.
Spinning around, I found Face standing there in his basketball shorts that were inside out.
“What the fuck is you doing?” He questioned, sounding like he had a frog in his throat.
“I was about to run some errands.”
He frowned. “At seven in the morning?”
“Yeah. HEB is open. I wanna grab some groceries. Drop that off. Then I’ll go get my nails and toes done. My eyebrows. Then I got a lash extension appointment at three.”
He narrowed his gaze. “And you had to get up and leave at seven in the morning to do that shit?”
I sighed. “I didn’t have to, no. But I wantto.” “Why?” He wanted to know.
“Cause.” I sighed. “Sometimes I get out and run errands to clear my head. It helps me to re-center.”
“Re-center?Issomethingwrong?”
“No. That’s the thing. Everything is right. And in my life…too much good shit doesn’t happen, without something going wrong. Every time I get to thinking that shit is sweet, then I get humbled. Last time I felt like that, Too Low got locked up.”
“So, you think that I’m finna go to jail?”
“No, Face. I’m just anxious. That’s all. Hell, I’m still trying to wrap my mind around being pregnant. And…I’m scared that some-thing is gonna go wrong. Like what if something is really wrong with me, and I can’t carry a baby?”
He frowned. “You tripping like a muthafucka, girl. Aint shit
finna happen. Trust me.”
“And how do you know that?” My lashes $uttered.
“Cause.” He approached me, closing the gap between us. “I already talked to God about this. About us. I literally prayed for this baby, because I knew that this would finally have us where we need to be. And He wouldn’t get us this far, only to let us down.”
I tilted my head. “You prayed for this?” “Yeah, I did.”
I cracked asmile. “So, youprayed to trapme, nigga?”
“Man, watch out,” he chuckled, while wrapping his arms around me.
“You laughing, but I’m for real,” I tittered.
“Hey, it was the easiest route. You was gonna let that nigga go, one way or another. You getting pregnant, just made it easier. Now, I can leave plan A alone.”
I lifted a brow. “Plan A? What was that?” He shook his head. “You’on wanna know.” I gave him the side eye. “Really, Face?”
“Yeah, really. Let’s go lay back down.” He guided me away from the door.
“But I was about to make groceries.”
“We’ll do delivery.”
“Okay, but I was finna go to the nail shop.” “I’ll have somebody come to you.”
“What about my lashes?” “Somebody will pull up for that too.”
