“Can I just take one later?” I asked. “I don’t feel like dealing with that right now.”
He looked at me like he didn’t understand what I meant.
“Why you wanna wait, baby?” he asked. “If you ain’t pregnant, then we can rule it out and figure out what’s goin’ on with you.”
I knew what he was saying, but I also knew him, and I knew that wasn’t the only thing on his mind. He wanted another baby, and that wasn’t something he tried to hide.
The thought of having three kids this close together made my chest feel tight, and I swallowed hard while I tried not to let that show too much on my face.
“I just…” I trailed off, then shook my head a little. “I don’t feel like dealing with it right now.”
He shifted Kaylon on his hip and looked at me again, and I could tell he wasn’t about to let it go.
“Nah,” he said. “We not gon’ play around with that. I’mma get the test.”
I didn’t argue again, even though I wanted to, and just nodded while I looked away from him.
“Okay, Pressure.”
He studied me for another second, then kissed the top of my head.
“I’mma have the nanny come get him so you can rest baby,” he said, glancing down at Kaylon. “Then I’mma come back up.”
I nodded again, not trusting myself to say anything else, and he walked out with Kaylon still in his arms.
The room felt too quiet after that, and I turned over onto my side, staring at nothing while my thoughts started running in circles. I didn’t want to think about another baby right now, and I definitely didn’t want to deal with the pressure that came with it.
By the time Pressure came back, about thirty minutes had passed, and I had barely moved from where I was.
I pushed myself up slowly when I saw him come in with the test in his hand, and my stomach twisted again.
“I’m about to go take it,” I said, already getting out the bed.
As I walked past him, he reached for me, his hand sliding around my waist and pulling me back just enough for him to lean down and kiss me. It wasn’t rushed or careless, and even without him saying anything, I could feel what he was hoping for.
I didn’t say anything either, and after a second, I pulled away and went into the bathroom.
I closed the door behind me and sat down, holding the test in my hand while I tried to steady myself. My head still hurt, and my stomach still felt off, and now my heart was beating faster than it should have been.
I went ahead and did what I needed to do, then set the test down on the counter and sat there, staring at it while I waited.
Those few minutes felt longer than they should have, and I found myself gripping the edge of the counter while I tried not to overthink it.
When I finally looked down again, the result was there.
It was…Positive.
My lips parted a little, and I felt my chest tighten while my heart started racing.
I just sat there for a second, trying to process it, and then I reached for the test and stood up.
When I walked back into the room, Pressure was sitting on the edge of the bed, and the second he saw me, he stood up and took the test from my hand.
He looked down at it, and I watched his face while he read it.
I could see it in his expression before he even said anything. He was happy.
He didn’t say it out loud, but I could see it.
