“Come on, angel.”
I dutifully follow behind him, thinking back to when I had my period and how long it’s been since we had sex.
It’s been two and a half months.
Oh my God! Why didn’t I think of this?
I don’t remember Jordan paying or us walking out of the mall and into the parking lot. I’m lost in my head.
“Baby, don’t overthink it.”
I nod, and he kisses me on the lips before helping me onto the bike. This could be the last time on the back of his bike.
I’m so anxious and nervous.
He pulls over to a Walgreens, and I nervously lick my lips. He helps me off, and we walk hand in hand inside. We walk past a few aisles before I spot the pregnancy tests.
Jordan grabs five of the digital ones that say directly if you are pregnant or not.
Are we really doing this?
How am I supposed to feel?
Or think?
I’m scared. What if I’m pregnant? What if we have a baby and I’m a bad mom?
I set the pregnancy tests on the bathroom counter and step back into our bedroom, straight into Jordan’s arms. I hide my face in his chest and wait.
A few minutes
“I will go check, angel.” He leaves me on the edge of the bed.
I’m shaking uncontrollably, my nervousness taking a toll on me. He walks inside the bathroom and back out a second later. I gaze at his face, looking for an expression to give me an idea of the results.
A smile breaks out across his face, and my heart stops.
“Jordan?” I stand up.
“You’re having my baby.”
“Oh my God.” I sob and run to him.
He sinks to the floor with me on his lap as I cry and cry. I’ve always wanted to be a mother. I want it more than anything, but I am also so scared. What if I screw up? What if I am not a good mother? All of these what-ifs flow through my mind.
“Angel, I love you and I know you’re scared, but don’t be. You’re going to be the best fucking mom in the whole world.”
At his words, I settle down and wipe under my eyes. It will be okay because I’m with Jordan. He completes me, and with him, I can do anything. Leaning back, I kiss him softly. His hand cups my jaw, and I feel him shaking with emotion also.
Everything will be okay. I know that it will.
I’m going to be a mother!
I smile against his lips, and he pulls back, his eyes glowing with happiness.
“I am going to be a mom,” I tell him, smiling.
He grins and stands up with me. He carries me over to the bed and sets me down, pulling my shirt off. Then he gently pushes me onto my back, against the bed.
He touches my stomach, and butterflies swarm in my stomach. I put my hand on top of his, slipping my fingers in between his.
“My baby is in there,” he says in awe. He looks up at me, that same awe on his face.
“Yeah,” I whisper and softly smile at him.
I have a baby in me.
“We made this,” I whisper, and tears fill my eyes.
“We did, my angel.” He leans down and kisses my stomach.
Throwing my arms across my face, I hide my tears. I feel so emotional right now. I’m going to be a mom.
“Let me love you, angel.”
Nodding, I sit up and pull his shirt over his head. He strips me out of my clothes, and I take him out of his.
Alisha is pregnant with my kid.
Fuck yes.
Now, she’s naked and spread out for me to do as I please. God, I love this woman. Reaching between her legs, I make sure she is ready for me. She’s soaked. I enter her slowly, drawing it out.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
She tightens herself around me. “I love you, Jordan,” she whispers, her face soft and her eyes shining with emotion.
This woman is mine, fully and completely. And I will be the only one who will fully have her.
This man is everything. He is making love to me slowly, gently, and it’s like he’s treasuring every single moment.
I love this man so much. There are no words.
I touch his face, and he bends down until he’s resting on his forearms, his head to my neck. I run my hands up and down his back.
“I love you, Jordan.” I kiss his cheek.
He leans forward, his gaze connected with mine. “I love you too, my angel.”
“Twins!”
Twins? I look at the lady like she is absolutely out of her mind. I am at the OBGYN, who happens to be Chrystal’s sister.
Last night, I found out I was pregnant and Jordan scheduled an appointment this morning so I could be checked out and make sure everything is okay with the baby.
This woman just told me I was pregnant with twins. Not one baby, but two.
“What did you just say?” I ask her, and Jordan squeezes my hand.
She smiles at me and points at the screen. She shows me two different little beans on the screen. Holy shit. I’m having twins. Tearing up, I look at Jordan.