“Today. I’m four days late.”
“And were you going to tell me?”
“Of course, I was going to tell you.” I sat up with a frown. “I haven’t even known for twelve hours. I wanted to process it first.”
“What is there to process?” he looked genuinely confused which confused me.
“Excuse me?” I asked with hiked brows. “What is there to process? Um, maybe the fact that a whole human is about to be growing in my belly. The nausea, back pain, constant peeing, huge breasts, extra saliva production, having gas all the time, heartburn, no energy, um, shall I continue?”
Wilde waved my comment off and turned to go to the bathroom. “Man, that ain’t shit. We got this. That was something you were supposed to tell me as soon as you found out. Matter fact, you weren’t even supposed to take a test when I wasn’t home.”
“Are you high?” I spoke to his back.
Wilde disappeared into the bathroom, and I stood to join him. “That ain’t shit?” I repeated as he turned on the shower. “It’s not shit to you because you’re not the one carrying the baby. Please don’t dismiss how I feel. Being pregnant is not easy. And I already have a toddler. Willow comes three to four times a week, so that’s two toddlers. All while working and running the house.”
“You don’t have to work,” he stated passively like I didn’t bust my ass to get my own shop and become one of the best to ever do it when it came to wrapping cars. I had people ship cars to me from as far away as California.
My jaw slacked, and I stared at Wilde as if he’d sprouted another head. “Maybe I’m sleepy, or maybe you’re high. Maybe you’re sleepy. Shit, I don’t know, but we can revisit this conversation when you’re talking like you have some sense ‘cus all you’re doing now is pissing me off.”
“You being extra already,” he shook his head with a smirk. “I’m in for a long nine months, G.”
He thought the shit was cute. Maybe it was hormones kicking in already because I wanted to slap some sense into his ass. Of course, a person that couldn’t carry a child would say some dumb shit like he’d said. Children were a blessing indeed, but being pregnant wasn’t a cake walk for everybody.
Wilde stepped into the shower and chuckled when he noticed I was still grilling him. “Come get in the shower, baby. You know I got you. I got us. Don’t even trip.”
There was so much I wanted to say but for the sake of avoiding an argument, I stayed quiet and stepped into the shower. After this baby, I was getting on birth control. I didn’t give a damn what symptoms I experienced. Weight gain, hair loss, sore boobs. It was all better than gambling with pregnancy every month. The moment I stepped into the shower and closed the door, Wilde turned me around to face him.
“You trust me?”
I was still slightly irritated, so I simply nodded.
“You love me?”
That question made me suck my teeth and roll my eyes.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes, Wilde. Can you let me take a shower, so I can go to sleep. I’m tired.”
“Yes,” he pecked my lips. “And you can sleep a little later tomorrow. I’ll get up with Wylder. “Teamwork makes the dream work.” He kissed me once more, and I turned back around.
I knew I wasn’t alone. That wasn’t an issue. It was just going to be a lot, and it was hard to try and explain that to someone that dismissed my concerns. He wasn’t doing it on purpose, however. I had to give him the same grace that I wanted him to give me. As he said, teamwork made the dream work. I still couldn’t help but feel like most of the teamwork was going to be on my shoulders, however.
WILDE
When I pulled up in front of the salon and saw an ambulance, two police cars, and Misha’s dumb ass standing in handcuffs crying, I hopped out of my car damn near while it was still moving. All I saw was red as I rushed toward Misha. Ignoring the police officers, I had almost made it to her ass before a cop stepped in front of me and pushed me back. The act wasn’t forceful, but it was enough to stop me from doing what I wanted. He was a black cop and with his hands still on my chest, he spoke so only I could hear him.
“Son, you don’t want to do that. You assault her in front of all these people, you’ll be going to jail right with her, and your daughter will have to be taken by CPS. We can’t wait for another family member to get here. Now, calm down, so you can get to your daughter.”
The cop paused and stared at me trying to see if I was going to cooperate.
“If there weren’t so many witnesses out here, I might let you loose on her ass. But you can’t do that, Son. You got it?”
I nodded despite my nostrils flaring and my jaw muscles ticking. I wanted to beat Misha’s ass and the ass of anybody that had a problem with me beating her ass. I’d never had an issuewith the way she parented Willow up until that day. When I got a call that her stupid ass left my baby in a hot car while she was getting her hair done, I wouldn’t have been shocked if foam had started coming out of my mouth. Never in life had I been that pissed, and I’d been mad plenty.
When the police arrived, they busted Misha’s car window out to unlock the door and get Willow out of the car. My child’s body temperature was so high, they were shocked she was still alive, but she was lethargic and in bad shape.
“Go get in the ambulance with your daughter.”
