“She been real gassy, too.”
“Thanks, baby,” Coast muttered.
“I’m just saying. You be having the room smelling like boiled eggs, baby.”
“Shut up!” Coast shoved him, and Dr. Thorne stepped in to check her belly.
“Lean back for me. We’re going to measure belly then check your cervix. Any contractions, Braxton Hicks, pressure to the low abdomen?”
“Definitely feeling the pressure,” Coast said, leaning back.
“Well, I like to say anywhere from thirty-four to thirty-six weeks this baby can decide they want to escape. It’s perfectly fine. There are natural ways to induce it of course. Spicy foods or even sex?—”
“Pssh, yeah, let’s not go there.” Coast grilled Mozzi.
He knew all her pleasure zones, how to make her cum, and the way her pussy tasted and hadn’t put himself inside her one time. It was the most frustrating thing ever for her because her hormones had her horny as hell in the third trimester. Turning his head, he scratched the back of his head and inched away from the table.
“Uh-oh. What seems to be the problem?” Dr. Thorne questioned teasingly, settling on a stool and scooting closer to Coast.
“He won’t touch me,” Coast snitched on Mozzi. “At least not like that. Anytime we get close to it, he pulls back. He’s got no problem with orally pleasing me, though.”
“You just telling our business and shit.” Mozzi shook his head.
Dr. Thorne tittered. Those two kept her entertained through every appointment since their initial meeting. She appreciated them in their raw form because a lot of couples came in, putting on airs as the old people used to say.
“It’s okay, Mozzi. We are all adults here, and I won’t say anything. But… I have to know, is it because she’s pregnant or because the baby isn’t yours? Why is that?”
“Yeah, inquiring minds want to fucking know,” Coast added.
He sucked his teeth. “Y’all ain’t about to sit here and tag team me like this some fucking therapy session.”
“Do you see what I’m dealing with?” Coast’s perfect brows dipped above her irritated mocha tinted orbs.
“I just asked you to fucking marry me, Trouble. You sitting here pouting because I ain’t dicking you down. Kind of shit is that?”
“Well, I want to know if that shit is wack before I agree to anything,” she argued, turning her nose up. “Or do I need to hit up Lin, Roni, or Gill to find that out? You had no problem fucking them, sometimes at the same time I bet!”
“Doc, give her something for the crazy.” Mozzi aimed an accusing finger at Coast.
“Fuck you, Mozzi!”
“That’s what you mad at. Just say that while you talking shit on my dick!”
“Get out!” she screamed at him.
A tech tapped on the door before poking his head inside.
“Hello, am I interrupting?”
“Hell yeah,” Mozzi answered.
“No,” Coast quipped.
“Bring it in,” Dr. Thorne advised, shaking her head shamefully at their banter. “Now, would you two please get ittogether? This baby can hear and sense everything. Coast, lean back. Let’s see if he or she is going to show us the goods today.”
Ten minutes passed. Coast and Mozzi didn’t utter a word to one another as the tech used the doppler over her belly. Coast’s impatience with the entire situation was starting to grow. Between Mozzi and her stubborn ass child, she was likely to go fucking crazy. Dr. Thorne slowly grinned before pausing and snapping an image onto her screen.
“Here we are,” she sang.
