Chapter 7 #2
She smiled at me. “Fried chicken and macaroni and cheese, Ry.” She held Mocha out to me. “Now take your fur daughter and let me go wash my hands. I have stuff to do in the kitchen.”
Feels good to be home, I thought as I made my way up the stairs.
Being home was exactly what I needed. I spent my days either with Genesis at the home she and my brother owned in Pecan Shores or with my mom.
I walked Mocha, sat out on the back deck, ate good food, lounged on the over-stuffed sofa watching television, and slept for hours at a time.
My mom gave me the injections I needed to prepare my body for the transfer of the frozen embryos.
She even agreed to drive me to the reproductive clinic that my doctor recommended in Norfolk when it was time for my levels to be monitored.
When The Bison were playing in Philly, Chris sent a private jet to collect Genesis and me.
It was my first game since before I got the negative pregnancy test result.
I felt good to be amongst the crowd. The energy was electric and the stadium was rocking because the teams kept trading scores.
Finally, Chris and Brixton were able to connect to help The Bison pull away and run the score up.
When they pulled off the win, Zyah, Genesis, and I hugged and screeched.
Hours after the game ended, Christian, Genesis, Zyah, Brixton, and I loaded into what looked like a party bus from the outside but was actually a luxury vehicle on the inside and headed toward Pecan Shores.
Christian used private jets, but he really wasn’t a fan.
And he didn’t trust them at all once the sun went down.
So, once we loaded up, we made ourselves comfortable for the five hour drive.
Brix sent me a text.
Solid Brix:
You feeling all right?
Me:
The day is catching up with me.
Solid Brix:
So, you tired?
Me:
Exhausted and I have a headache.
Solid Brix:
Come over here by me, so you can lay your head on my chest.
He didn’t need to tell me twice. I scrambled over Zyah and went to sit next to Brix.
Except, he didn’t let me sit next to him.
As soon as I was close enough, he scooped me into his lap.
I didn’t resist. I rested my head between his chest and his shoulder.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up as he carried me into my parent’s house.
Brixton brought me into the bedroom I was staying in, dropped a light kiss on my forehead, then left because he was staying with Christian and Genesis.
Zyah appeared in the doorway as I was shimmying out of the skirt I’d worn. “So, you and Brix be cuddling now?”
I wasn’t expecting that question. “Huh?”
“Don’t ‘huh’ me, heifer. What’s up with you and Brix? Are y’all making my niece or nephew the old fashioned way at this point?”
The whoop that left my mouth caused me to slap my hand over it, muffling both the sound of my surprise and the sound of my laughter. “You really just said that.” I was still chuckling. “Zyah!”
“What? You were the one all in his lap.”
“He has good arms.”
She lowered her voice to whisper, “And good dick?”
“I wouldn’t know!” I whisper-yelled back. “Brix and I are not a couple. We’re friends who are going half on a baby.”
We both laughed.
“Well, your brother looked like he wanted to whup your friend’s ass.”
I waved my hand dismissively. “Ain’t nobody thinking about Christian.
I’m literally traumatized by how often I heard him and Gensie fucking when they first got together.
And I let them live. I never said anything about their relationship, and as far as I know, neither has Brix.
So Christian doesn’t have a leg to stand on as far as I’m concerned. ”
Zyah gave me soft eyes and a small pout. “But you like Brix as more than a baby’s daddy.”
“I can’t.” My response was short. I didn’t leave room for interpretation or rebuttal. I couldn’t.
Brix was my partner in my journey to motherhood. Nothing more. Nothing less.
The next few weeks flew by, and before I knew it, Brixton, my mom, and I were back at the IVF medical center.
My mom decided that her presence was what was missing from the first procedure.
She felt like since she was there with Christian and Genesis during their transfer and they got pregnant with the twins, she needed to be with Brixton and me.
I had zero complaints about that because my mother was my biggest comfort.
She was my gift from God and my good luck charm all wrapped up in one.
After talking about it, Brixton and I decided to transfer five more embryos, leaving four remaining.
The transfer was a success. My mom and Brixton spent the next two weeks catering to and spoiling me.
Brixton wasn’t shy about expressing how stressful he felt the entire ordeal was for me.
His main goal was for me to be relaxed and as anxiety-free as possible.
My mom was most concerned about the residual effects of all the hormones manipulation on my system.
She wanted me to be kind to my body and rest. They made the perfect team.
Everybody close to me was on pins and needles, praying that the transfer was successful. When it was time for me to go to the clinic for the pregnancy test, my family rolled up in the waiting room like a gang. Their overwhelming support was embarrassing and refreshing at the same time.