Page 11 of Mia

She kissed her teeth and walked over to me. When she was close enough, I pulled her between my legs. Grabbing the towel, I slowly pulled it open. When my eyes landed on her small bump, my heart started beating fast as a muthafucka. My hands trembled as I reached out to touch it.

My baby was in here.

My fucking baby.

I cupped her stomach and placed a kiss on it.

“Daddy’s been missing you,” I said softly as I rubbed small circles. “Wondering how you been.”

“They’re fine,” Mia said.

“You been to the doctor?”

“Yes.”

“Taking your vitamins?”

“Yes, Titan.”

“Drinking enough water.”

“Yes… Titan.”

I stood, towering over her. “Why the fuck would you keep my child from me, Mia?”

“The baby ain’t even here⁠—”

“It don’t fucking matter!” I barked. “I’m supposed to be here with your stupid ass! You out here doing this shit, probably stressing my baby the fuck out. Do you know how critical the first trimester is? You have the highest risk to miscarry and you need to be on top of your prenatal care. But no, what is your ass over here doing? The fucking most. You need to be sitting your ass down somewhere but you wanna be on a muthafucking mission.”

“And I’ve been being super careful. I haven’t put out child in danger⁠—”

“That’s a goddamn lie!”

“You’re doing too damn much right now.” She waved me off and tried to walk away, but I gently grabbed her arm to pull her back.

“Nah, I’m not doing enough. You know how bad I wanna choke you right now? You playing a dirty game and you won’t win, mamas.”

She glared up at me. “I needed a break.”

“From what?!”

“From you! From this! All this fighting and toxic shit. The back and forth. The beefing. I’m exhausted, Titan.”

“You don’t think I’m tired of this shit too? I know I have my shit with me, but you ain’t the easiest muthafucka to deal with. I do it because I love you.” Gently, I wrapped my fingers around her throat and pulled her into my chest. “You’re my wife and the mother of my child. I don’t wanna fight with you, Mia. I just want to love you.”

She peered up at me with tears in her eyes. I wasn’t sure if this was her or the pregnancy hormones, but I needed her to be soft for once in her life. She was always so fucking hard. I loved that about her, but fuck, it was exhausting at times. She didn’t know when to let it go.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to hers.

At first, she didn’t move. I wrapped my arm around her waist and lifted her in the air, wrapping her legs around my waist. When I reconnected our mouths and slipped my tongue into her mouth, she moaned softly. I placed her on the bed, never removing my mouth from hers. My hand trailed between her breasts, down her stomach to the meeting of her thighs. When I parted her lower lips, I found her soaking wet.

“You missed me, baby?” I asked, moving to kiss her neck.

“Yes…” she whispered.

“You let that nigga touch you and you know how I feel about that. You know how hard it was not to put a bullet in his head in that restaurant?”

“I’m… fuck! I’m sorry. I just… I had to play along.”