“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m getting ready for my doctor’s appointment. You know the one to check on how the babies are growing and developing. I’m hoping that we can find out their genders today.” She said, “And that’s the only thing I’m focusing on.”
I watched as her pretty ass stomped around the room. I wanted to fuck the attitude out of her so badly. I planned to, as soon as we got back from the doctor. I was going to fuck the oxytocin right into her.
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As I drove, I kept stealing glances at Snow. She was knocked out in the passenger seat. She had one hand on her belly, the otherholding her head up against the window. She was so fucking pretty. Her chest still hiccupped from all the crying she had done. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she had red bags under her eyes.
“Damn,” I mumbled as I shook my head. Why the fuck I aint just tell her I was married when I met her? This all could have been avoided. Come to think of it, this all could have been avoided if I had made her have the abortion my wife wanted her to have. Shit, I ain’t going to lie, at first, I wanted her to have one too.
I still remember the day I found out she was carrying my seed. After my wife’s procedure at the Bloom clinic, we waited weeks for a positive pregnancy test. When it never came, we went back to the Bloom clinic. My wife still insisted that she was pregnant despite the negative pregnancy test. She wanted something more accurate, an ultrasound. That’s when we were informed that the IVF transfer had failed. Both my wife and I were confused because that wasn’t the procedure she was supposed to have. So why the fuck was that in her chart? After that, we went straight to the Bloom agency to see what the fuck was going on. That’s when we found out their fucking mistake. They insisted they would fix it. They offered a round of IUI for free. They also informed me that the woman who was pregnant by me was going to have an abortion. Them mother fuckers were so worried about being sued, but they really should have been worried about dying. I gave them a week to send confirmation that she had the abortion. When they didn’t, I shot up the Bloom agency. Because what the fuck did they mean? They couldn’t get in contact with her. I took all the information they had on her and found her my damn self.
I didn’t want a random bitch having my baby, but the moment I saw Snow, I was obsessed. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and that was saying a lot for a married man. And when I touched her stomach, I fell in love. So, yeah, she was going to have them babies whether she liked it or not. I wasn’t going to deny myself this because my wife wasn’t the one giving it to me.
I reached over and touched her stomach. Immediately, one of the twins started moving. I smiled at the light flutter. Snow thought those were girls, but I already knew those were my boys in there. In a couple of years, I’d give her a daughter, but for now, I was team boy.
I shook my head. I was really fucking tripping. I shouldn’t be thinking about putting another baby in Snow. I had a fucking wife. I always seemed to forget that shit when I was with her. When we pulled up to the doctor’s office, I rubbed and kissed Snow’s belly until she woke up.
“Can we go?” She huffed.
I kissed her stomach again before fixing her shirt. She was still mad, but that wasn’t going to stop me from loving on her.
Before I could get my seatbelt off, she pushed open the car door. I shook my head because she knew I was about to open it for her little ass.
When I opened the door to the doctor’s office, she side-stepped me and opened her own door. I shook my head but followed behind her petty ass.
She refused to look at me the whole appointment. Even when they put the genders in an envelope, she said nothing. She wastrying to pull away from me. I knew I should let her, but I couldn’t.
When the doctor left the room, I took the paper towels from Snow and wiped her belly.
“So how does this work, seeing that you’re married. Do I have to worry about your wife coming to the apartment and kicking me out?”
“You act like I just got married. I’ve been married, so ain’t shit going to change. I’ll keep taking care of you while you take care of them. And ain’t nobody kicking you out of no fucking where.”
She started crying again, and this time, I couldn’t stop myself from holding her. “I don’t want you to hate me, and I don’t want you to resent our kids because I fucked up. I need you happy and healthy, Snow, and I’m going to do anything to keep you that way.”
“Stop worrying about me, worry about your wife.”
“I have to worry about you. You’re pregnant.” I said.
She looked at me and pouted. My baby looked so fucking defeated, she had me ready to file for divorce right now.
“I just need time.” She said. “And space.”
“For what?”
“To figure out my future. Our future.” She said as she looked at the sonogram pictures.
I looked at her like she was crazy. “You know your future is always going to have me in it.”
“Not the way I wanted to.”
“I know, and I’m sorry,” I said.
“Yeah, me too.” She said.
Chapter 20
