Biting into his bottom lip so hard, Mozzi almost drew blood. Coast faced him, placing a hand against each cheek and steering his eyes into hers.
“Calm down, please,” she pleaded, lowering her hands to his square chest when he slowly nodded. “Come on, let’s go check in.” She wasn’t about to play this game with Sipes.
He wanted a reaction. Something that could be used against Coast or Mozzi in the long run. Knowing the nigga more than likely was responsible for what happened to his right hand, Fire, only enraged him more. Coast checked in with the front desk and chose a spot to sit with Mozzi clear across the room. Watching him pop his knuckles, she knew he wanted to get at Sipes. Having him so close by and not touching him was bound to drive him crazy. He checked in at the front desk, letting them knowwhy he was here when he wasn’t a patient, and the administrator advised him to find a seat. It didn’t surprise her that Arwen would stoop so low for sloppy seconds, but it was a reality check. That girl was never her friend.
With one hand gripping his chin, Mozzi shot knives at Sipes, who calmly sat with Arwen in a set of chairs facing them in the waiting room. There were other pregnant women seated, some alone, a few with their husband or boyfriend. A lot of them looked annoyed, preoccupied, or like they wanted to be anywhere else.
“Ion like this shit, Trouble.” Mozzi’s foot tapped without his consent before he shook his head.
“I know. Ow!” She winced, and his anger was set aside as he sat up with concern.
“What’s wrong?” Mozzi grabbed both sides of her stomach, and Coast took a deep breath.
“Nothing. Just got the shit kicked out of me.”
No sooner than those words left her lips did Mozzi feel the kick against the palm of his hand. Grinning, he lifted his eyes to Coast, and she shared his elation. He was used to the baby doing karate all night when they were sleeping, but he could never get enough of it.
“Coast Bellamy,” a nurse called after stepping into the waiting area.
“That’s me.”
After everything at the clinic when she was shot, Coast got referred to an OBGYN at the hospital, and she was comfortable with the situation. A birth plan was supposed to be established today as well, but with Sipes here, it was throwing her off her game. Mozzi helped her to her feet and escorted her to the back. She was sent to exam room four, where she took off her pants and sweater, covered herself with a gown, and climbed on the table to wait for the doctor.
“How you want to handle this shit?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, this nigga ain’t coming nowhere near my baby, Trouble. I don’t give a fuck what a test says,” Mozzi disputed.
“I know.” She rubbed her stomach anxiously in circles. “What am I supposed to do? Legally, he is her father.”
“So, marry me.” Mozzi stood at her side, searching her full, pretty ass face as her bright brown eyes lit up.
“What?” Coast whispered. “You’ve officially lost your mind.”
“Nah.” He shook his head. “And you’ve been mine since I said so. This baby too. Tell me you don’t want this. Us. This little family we made together. Tell me that, Trouble.” He positioned his big, tatted hand over hers on her belly.
“Moses.” She groaned, eyes misting as he searched them for answers. “Of course I want it. You and this baby mean everything to me.”
“So, marry me,” he repeated.
“You’re crazy!” she squealed, heart thudding in excitement as he posted up between her legs, and her arms fell over his shoulders.
“For you.” Tilting his head, he fused his mouth to hers, hands resting on each side of her as he fed her his tongue.
Coast moaned, melting in his embrace before the door was pushed open, and Dr. Thorne stepped inside.
“Hello you two!” She greeted them with a warm grin.
Coast had been referred from her previous doctor, but she got along great with Dr. Thorne. She understood her and Mozzi’s situation. As far as any of the staff was concerned, he was the baby’s father since he was the one showing up to every appointment.
“I see there was a petition put in to establish paternity.” Dr. Thorne studied the tablet screen in her hand.
“Yes. Is there any way I can stall this?” Coast wondered.
“Unfortunately, no. It will still take up to two weeks, though, unless we put a rush on it. I can see if the lab can delay it as much as they can.” She set her tablet aside and went to sanitize her hands. “But aside from that, tell me, how are you feeling?”
“Fat.” Coast stuck out her bottom lip, and Mozzi moved to stand at her side.
