10. Season’s Greetings #3
Coast snatched it, a menacing glare flickering through her eyes. She yanked the folder open and briefly skimmed the contents. It was basically an order from the judge petitioning for her to have a paternity test done.
“Since we’re here today, maybe your doctor can put a rush on it.”
“Go to hell, Sipes! You will never get your hands on my baby. You don’t even want a kid. You just want to stick it to me. How does that make you feel?” She focused on Arwen, watching her satisfaction slowly dissipate.
“I don’t care. Give him what he wants. I don’t have a problem playing step mama.” Arwen shrugged.
“Bitch, you will never—” Coast stepped forward and the elevator chimed before the doors opened.
Mozzi just so happened to be standing on the other side when they did.
“What’s up? We got a muhfucking problem?” he demanded, hand going right to the burner on his hip.
Coast rushed off the elevator, relieved to see him.
She felt much bigger and taller when Mozzi was around.
He didn’t play one bit about her or her baby.
When she thought about how she used to push back in the beginning and then witnessed where they were now, she could only be grateful for it.
He showed her everyday what being a man was.
When she got crazy, he let her, and then she’d turn around and apologize, knowing she was being unreasonable.
He never held it against her or threw it in her face, though.
“He just gave me these.” Coast shoved the papers into Mozzi’s hands. “It’s a court order for a paternity test.”
Mozzi didn’t bother looking at anything. He shoved the folder back into Sipes’ chest and inched closer. In the middle of the hospital, he was about to check this motherfucker once and for all.
“I don’t give a fuck about no paperwork,” he growled. “I said that’s my fucking baby. DNA don’t make you no fucking father!”
Sipes simpered. “But it does give me rights.”
“You got the right to get a bullet put in you too, nigga!”
“Moses, no!” Coast stepped between them. “Don’t do that. I’ll take the test.”
Biting into his bottom lip so hard, Mozzi almost drew blood. Coast faced him, placing a hand against each cheek and steering his eyes into hers.
“Calm down, please,” she pleaded, lowering her hands to his square chest when he slowly nodded. “Come on, let’s go check in.” She wasn’t about to play this game with Sipes.
He wanted a reaction. Something that could be used against Coast or Mozzi in the long run.
Knowing the nigga more than likely was responsible for what happened to his right hand, Fire, only enraged him more.
Coast checked in with the front desk and chose a spot to sit with Mozzi clear across the room.
Watching him pop his knuckles, she knew he wanted to get at Sipes.
Having him so close by and not touching him was bound to drive him crazy.
He checked in at the front desk, letting them know why he was here when he wasn’t a patient, and the administrator advised him to find a seat.
It didn’t surprise her that Arwen would stoop so low for sloppy seconds, but it was a reality check. That girl was never her friend.
With one hand gripping his chin, Mozzi shot knives at Sipes, who calmly sat with Arwen in a set of chairs facing them in the waiting room.
There were other pregnant women seated, some alone, a few with their husband or boyfriend.
A lot of them looked annoyed, preoccupied, or like they wanted to be anywhere else.
“Ion like this shit, Trouble.” Mozzi’s foot tapped without his consent before he shook his head.
“I know. Ow!” She winced, and his anger was set aside as he sat up with concern.
“What’s wrong?” Mozzi grabbed both sides of her stomach, and Coast took a deep breath.
“Nothing. Just got the shit kicked out of me.”
No sooner than those words left her lips did Mozzi feel the kick against the palm of his hand. Grinning, he lifted his eyes to Coast, and she shared his elation. He was used to the baby doing karate all night when they were sleeping, but he could never get enough of it.
“Coast Bellamy,” a nurse called after stepping into the waiting area.
“That’s me.”
After everything at the clinic when she was shot, Coast got referred to an OBGYN at the hospital, and she was comfortable with the situation.
A birth plan was supposed to be established today as well, but with Sipes here, it was throwing her off her game.
Mozzi helped her to her feet and escorted her to the back.
She was sent to exam room four, where she took off her pants and sweater, covered herself with a gown, and climbed on the table to wait for the doctor.
“How you want to handle this shit?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, this nigga ain’t coming nowhere near my baby, Trouble. I don’t give a fuck what a test says,” Mozzi disputed.
“I know.” She rubbed her stomach anxiously in circles. “What am I supposed to do? Legally, he is her father.”
“So, marry me.” Mozzi stood at her side, searching her full, pretty ass face as her bright brown eyes lit up.
“What?” Coast whispered. “You’ve officially lost your mind.”
“Nah.” He shook his head. “And you’ve been mine since I said so. This baby too. Tell me you don’t want this. Us. This little family we made together. Tell me that, Trouble.” He positioned his big, tatted hand over hers on her belly.
“Moses.” She groaned, eyes misting as he searched them for answers. “Of course I want it. You and this baby mean everything to me.”
“So, marry me,” he repeated.
“You’re crazy!” she squealed, heart thudding in excitement as he posted up between her legs, and her arms fell over his shoulders.
“For you.” Tilting his head, he fused his mouth to hers, hands resting on each side of her as he fed her his tongue.
Coast moaned, melting in his embrace before the door was pushed open, and Dr. Thorne stepped inside.
“Hello you two!” She greeted them with a warm grin.
Coast had been referred from her previous doctor, but she got along great with Dr. Thorne. She understood her and Mozzi’s situation. As far as any of the staff was concerned, he was the baby’s father since he was the one showing up to every appointment.
“I see there was a petition put in to establish paternity.” Dr. Thorne studied the tablet screen in her hand.
“Yes. Is there any way I can stall this?” Coast wondered.
“Unfortunately, no. It will still take up to two weeks, though, unless we put a rush on it. I can see if the lab can delay it as much as they can.” She set her tablet aside and went to sanitize her hands. “But aside from that, tell me, how are you feeling?”
“Fat.” Coast stuck out her bottom lip, and Mozzi moved to stand at her side.
“She been real gassy, too.”
“Thanks, baby,” Coast muttered.
“I’m just saying. You be having the room smelling like boiled eggs, baby.”
“Shut up!” Coast shoved him, and Dr. Thorne stepped in to check her belly.
“Lean back for me. We’re going to measure belly then check your cervix. Any contractions, Braxton Hicks, pressure to the low abdomen?”
“Definitely feeling the pressure,” Coast said, leaning back.
“Well, I like to say anywhere from thirty-four to thirty-six weeks this baby can decide they want to escape. It’s perfectly fine. There are natural ways to induce it of course. Spicy foods or even sex—”
“Pssh, yeah, let’s not go there.” Coast grilled Mozzi.
He knew all her pleasure zones, how to make her cum, and the way her pussy tasted and hadn’t put himself inside her one time.
It was the most frustrating thing ever for her because her hormones had her horny as hell in the third trimester.
Turning his head, he scratched the back of his head and inched away from the table.
“Uh-oh. What seems to be the problem?” Dr. Thorne questioned teasingly, settling on a stool and scooting closer to Coast.
“He won’t touch me,” Coast snitched on Mozzi. “At least not like that. Anytime we get close to it, he pulls back. He’s got no problem with orally pleasing me, though.”
“You just telling our business and shit.” Mozzi shook his head.
Dr. Thorne tittered. Those two kept her entertained through every appointment since their initial meeting. She appreciated them in their raw form because a lot of couples came in, putting on airs as the old people used to say.
“It’s okay, Mozzi. We are all adults here, and I won’t say anything. But… I have to know, is it because she’s pregnant or because the baby isn’t yours? Why is that?”
“Yeah, inquiring minds want to fucking know,” Coast added.
He sucked his teeth. “Y’all ain’t about to sit here and tag team me like this some fucking therapy session.”
“Do you see what I’m dealing with?” Coast’s perfect brows dipped above her irritated mocha tinted orbs.
“I just asked you to fucking marry me, Trouble. You sitting here pouting because I ain’t dicking you down. Kind of shit is that?”
“Well, I want to know if that shit is wack before I agree to anything,” she argued, turning her nose up. “Or do I need to hit up Lin, Roni, or Gill to find that out? You had no problem fucking them, sometimes at the same time I bet!”
“Doc, give her something for the crazy.” Mozzi aimed an accusing finger at Coast.
“Fuck you, Mozzi!”
“That’s what you mad at. Just say that while you talking shit on my dick!”
“Get out!” she screamed at him.
A tech tapped on the door before poking his head inside.
“Hello, am I interrupting?”
“Hell yeah,” Mozzi answered.
“No,” Coast quipped.
“Bring it in,” Dr. Thorne advised, shaking her head shamefully at their banter. “Now, would you two please get it together? This baby can hear and sense everything. Coast, lean back. Let’s see if he or she is going to show us the goods today.”