“Dai.” I heard Pryce call my name then his footsteps. “Where you at, baby?”
I froze with my back to the door and didn’t respond. The fact that I couldn’t just hop up off the floor and run back into our bedroom had me dying laughing inside.
“What you doing, man?” he asked, walking into the room. Picking up my phone from the floor, he paused the song. “Why you playin’ wit’ me?”
Unable to hold it in anymore, I laughed out loud. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey baby nothing. Why you in here doing shit again?”
I looked at him in his fitted cap and a LV denim shirt that he left unbuttoned with a white tee under it. His blue jeans sagged a little and fell perfectly over his constructs. One thing about a New Yorker, whether it was winter or summer, we’d throw a pair of Timbs on.
“I haven’t been down here long. I’m just sorting and folding the last of her clothes.”
The amount of gifts we received at our surprise baby shower was a little overwhelming at first. For weeks, most of the stuff sat lined up in the hallway, while Pryce put her room together. The stroller, car seats, bottles, and different baby gadgets were one thing, but the clothes and shoes were a whole other beast.
“And how did you plan on getting back up?” he questioned, kneeling in front of me.
“Well, I was going to take my time, and if that didn’t work out, lay here on the floor until you came home.” I smiled like that answer would work on him.
I could see a smile forming on his lips that he was trying to hold back too.
“Come on, girl.”
“Okay, good. I gotta pee.”
He went to lift me up, and I felt liquid running down my legs, leaving a wet stain on my leggings.
“Damn, bae. You been holding it?”
I shook my head slowly. “No… umm... I think my water just broke.”
He paused with his hands under my arms.
“Baby,” I said.
“Yeah.”
“I think this the part where we rush to the hospital.”
“Yeah.” He responded again, in a daze. “We gotta call Dr. Kerri.”
“Yes. The number is in your phone. Go to your contacts under “D” for Dr. Kerri.” I coached him like he was the pregnant one.
“Nah, it’s under “B” for Bae’s Pussy Doctor.”
“You know what? Just help me change and get my shoes on. That’s just ridiculous.”
“Aight. Aight.” He jumped into motion, grabbing my hand and guiding me into the bedroom.
With the phone on speaker, he helped me into a new pair of leggings and my custom Crocs that Key had made for me. They were blinged out with the words Big Mama across the straps. Listening to Pryce take instruction from Dr. Kerri on what to do and where to go, I held in a giggle. My baby was a nervous wreck, but she didn’t know it.
Holding my hand tight, he led me out to the car.
“You hurting?”
“No.”
“You feel pressure?”
