Chapter 147
“Re-center? Is something wrong?”
“No. That’s the thing. Everything is right. And in my life…too much good shit doesn’t happen, without something going wrong. Every time I get to thinking that shit is sweet, then I get humbled. Last time I felt like that, Too Low got locked up.”
“So, you think that I’m finna go to jail?”
“No, Face. I’m just anxious. That’s all. Hell, I’m still trying to wrap my mind around being pregnant. And…I’m scared that some-thing is gonna go wrong. Like what if something is really wrong with me, and I can’t carry a baby?”
He frowned. “You tripping like a muthafucka, girl. Aint shit
finna happen. Trust me.”
“And how do you know that?” My lashes $uttered.
“Cause.” He approached me, closing the gap between us. “I already talked to God about this. About us. I literally prayed for this baby, because I knew that this would finally have us where we need to be. And He wouldn’t get us this far, only to let us down.”
I tilted my head. “You prayed for this?” “Yeah, I did.”
I cracked a smile. “So, you prayed to trap me, nigga?”
“Man, watch out,” he chuckled, while wrapping his arms around me.
“You laughing, but I’m for real,” I tittered.
“Hey, it was the easiest route. You was gonna let that nigga go, one way or another. You getting pregnant, just made it easier. Now, I can leave plan A alone.”
I lifted a brow. “Plan A? What was that?” He shook his head. “You’on wanna know.” I gave him the side eye. “Really, Face?”
“Yeah, really. Let’s go lay back down.” He guided me away from the door.
“But I was about to make groceries.”