Mozzi stepped closer, resting his hands beside Coast as they both squinted at the monitor.
“What is it?”
“It’s a girl,” Dr. Thorne declared.
“I told you.” Mozzi placed his hand over Coast’s stomach and grinned.
His heart thudded so hard he could feel the pulse in his ears. Not many things in life made him genuinely happy, so Coast admired the glimmer in his eyes and his boyish grin when he peered down at her.
“I’ll make copies so you can have them. Congratulations!” Dr. Thorne told them.
“Thank you.” Coast cracked, holding back the urge to burst into tears.
Knowing was much different than the constant speculating she’d been doing all these months. Dr. Thorne handed her a Kleenex to wipe her belly and brought herself to her feet. Although the dynamic between Mozzi and Coast was beautiful and entertaining to witness, it was obvious they had some things to address amongst each other.
“Don’t forget to make your appointment for next week. You have my number if you have any questions.” She excused herself and left them alone.
Coast tossed the tissue in the trash after wiping herself and sat up.
“Thank you, Dr. Thorne.”
Mozzi heard it in her tone and fell back. She was mad.
“What’s wrong witchu now?” He wanted to enjoy the moment, and she was bringing it down with this shit.
“I’m ready to go.”
“Aight. I gotta meet Kong and Moose?—”
“Then, go. I know the way back to the house.” Coast eased off the table but wouldn’t look at him.
Mozzi felt like shit. Reaching for her arm before she could slip by him, he pulled her toward him and sighed.
“Tell me where yo’ head at.”
“Tell me where yours is.” She tipped her head to the side. “Do you really want me, or you just like the idea of a baby? One that isn’t yours who you can technically walk away from at any fucking point.”
Mozzi released her, a fractured expression cloaking his face as his brows drew together over wounded eyes.
“You think I don’t want you because I’m not fucking you?”
“Well, why are you not fucking me then? What is the fucking reason? Just admit it’s because this baby isn’t yours!”
Grabbing her chin, he used his fingers to grip her face extra tight and look into her eyes.
“Say that shit again, and I’m fucking you up!”
“Let go of me!” Coast screamed, nudging him out of her space.
“I been at every appointment for the last six and a half months, Coast! I’m going out for your fucking cravings, rubbing your fucking feet, talking to and singing to my muhfucking baby!” He aimed a finger at his chest. “Fuck all that shit you talking!” He waved his hand at her. “I’m her daddy! And her name is Iara.”
Coast’s bottom lip trembled. Not only was Mozzi loud and clear, but she also read the way his eyes glistened when he talked about her daughter. Their daughter. He meant every word.
“Iara?” she repeated, wiping a tear that had slipped.
“Rara. Because she always turning up when I sing to her.” He pressed his back against the door.
Coast inched closer, her belly bumping into his middle.
