“Ight,” he chuckled. “Let me get out of here, mama. I’ll check on you tomorrow.”
“Ok,” I said.
“Oh yeah. You better not use a vibrator while you’re pregnant with my babies. They ain’t about to be stuttering and shitbecause their mama is nasty. You’d better put them fingers to work.”
“Oh my god! You heard?”
“Of course. Had my ear right to the door.”
“That’s so embarrassing,” I said.
“Na, it’s not. Just make sure when you’re rubbing that pussy, you focus on the clit. Rub it slowly at first, find your spot, and then add some pressure.”
“Cane!” I squealed. “I don’t need you to teach me how to make myself cum!”
“Are you sure, princess?”
“Yes,” I said as I turned away. I was too damn embarrassed to meet his eyes.
“Good night.” He laughed as he bent down and kissed my belly.
Chapter 8
Cane: Happy 11 weeks. The twins are the size of a fig.
Me: You’re keeping track?
Cane: Yeah, I got three apps that update me weekly.
Me: It’s cute how excited you are
After texting Cane back, I stepped into the bakery. I was starting to loathe going to work. I used to find comfort here. These days, I found very little of that. Between the heat from the oven constantly trying to put me to sleep to the smells testing my gag reflex daily, I was struggling.
Unfortunately, today was no different. The smell of fresh strawberries had me ready to throw up. It’s crazy because I loved strawberries last week and ate them with every meal. I actually planned the whole menu behind this craving.
Today we were making strawberry cake, strawberry crumble, and strawberry mousse. For our happy hour dessert, chocolate-dipped strawberries infused with vodka. I decided to stay up front and focus on the customers and the online orders. My coworker Dee and Mr. Bailey were in the back baking today.
Around five, Cane came strolling in. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to check on my babies.”
“Well, I don’t think much has changed since the last time I saw you.”
“How are you feeling?” he asked. He walked right around the counter, like he owned the place.
“This area is for employees only,” I said.
“Oh yeah?” He asked as he slipped his hand under my shirt. His thumb gently rubbed my stomach.
“Yes, Cane. You should go.”
“I will, after I finish checking on my babies. How are you?”
“Tired,” I yawned.
He pushed away the curls that stuck to my face and frowned. “You look sick, Mama.”
“Morning sickness is no joke, but I’ll be ok.”
