“Nothing, we are just having a conversation,” Olivia said.
“I didn’t sound like that from my office.”
“Your wife was trying to get crazy with Snow because she invited me over. If you don’t want to find out the gender of YOUR kids, just let me know and I can go!” Imani.
“Are you ok?” Cane asked as he looked at me.
“No, she’s not, and if this is how y’all are treating my friend in here, she can fucking go!”
He chuckled. “She ain’t leaving me.”
“She ain’t leaving YOU!” Olivia yelled. “You act like y’all are together!”
“It looks like it, too.” Imani chimed in.
I nudged her arm, hoping she would stop. She sucked her teeth.
“The whole house shouldn’t hear you two,” Rose said as she walked down the stairs.
“You’re right, ma, we’ll talk later,” he said to Olivia.
“Now, can we find out the gender of these babies?” Imani smiled.
His mother perked up, but the moment Olivia looked her way, she tried to regain her composure.
“Well, y’all enjoy,” Olivia said as she stormed up the stairs.
-
Cane and I each held a confetti popper as we stood in his backyard. Imani began to count down while Rose recorded us.
“Three, two, one.”
“Twin boys!” Imani screamed as the blue confetti rained down on us. I was crying before it even touched the ground. I was so upset. I thought at least one of the babies would be a girl. I wanted a mini me so bad. I wanted a little broke best friend I could go shopping with and get my nails done with. It was something I never had with my mother, but something I wanted so bad.
Cane pulled me into his arms. “Chill out, Snow. I will give you a little girl,” he said against my ear as he gently kissed it.
“You promise?” I asked between sniffles.
He nodded, “Yes, I’ll give you anything you want, Snow, but for now, just be happy about our boys.”
“I’ll try,” I said.
-
Gender disappointment was a real thing. The reveal was over half an hour ago, but I was still standing here staring at the blue confetti on the ground.
“Congratulations,” Rose said from beside me.
“Um, thanks,” I said.
“It took me three miscarriages and two boys to get my girl. So, I know exactly how you feel.”
“Really? So, I’m not being ungrateful?”
“No, you’re not.”
“I feel bad for being sad,” I said as I rubbed my stomach.
