“I’m not high risk.”
“You’re black and you’re pregnant with twins. You define high-risk love. Now come on.” He said.
“I’m still working, Cane.”
“I’ll take everything.” He said as he handed me a black card. “Your total is $2,000,” I said.
“Ight now. Let’s go.”
“I have to box your treats,” I said as I handed him back his card.
“Snow, if you don’t bring your mother fucking ass on.”
“Fine.” I huffed. After letting Mr. Bailey know I was leaving, I followed him to his car. I looked at the Lamborghini and wondered what he did for a living. This car wasn’t cheap, nor was the tab he just paid to let me leave work early.
He opened my door and then helped me in. He was handling me like I was nine months pregnant. When he got inside, he pulled off.
It only took the cool breeze and car motion a few minutes to put me to sleep. I really had no business being knocked out in this stranger’s car. I should have been more alert, more focused.
“We’re here.” He said as he gently stroked my cheek. I shifted but didn’t wake up just yet. “You need me to carry you?” He asked.
I shook my head as I stretched and yawned. “I’m coming.” I sighed.
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“It’s nothing invasive, just a little blood.” Dr. Chowdhury said as she prepared to collect the samples for the DNA test.
“Ok,” I said.
“How soon should we have the results?” Cane asked.
“A week, maybe longer.” She said
“Ok.” He said.
After placing the band-aid on my arm, I lay down on the table so we could check on the babies.
“There’s one baby.” She said as she ran the prob on the left side of my stomach. “Heartbeat is strong.” She moved over a little, and there was the second baby. I looked over at Cane. It felt like I was witnessing love at first sight.
“So, you’re measuring at about ten weeks, which puts your due date around June 18th.”
“Summer babies.” Cane smiled. All I could do was bite my lip and hope I didn’t give birth to Gemini twins.
“Everything looks good. I want to see you again in three weeks. So, make sure you schedule that with the front desk before you go.”
“Ok,” I said.
“Do you have any questions?”
“Cane, can you step out?” I asked.
“For what? If it’s got to do with my babies, I want to know.”
“It doesn’t, Cane. Now, please go.”
“Alright.” He said as he snatched the roll of sonogram pictures.
“So, what’s going on?” Dr. Chowdhury asked.
