10. Season’s Greetings #4
Ten minutes passed. Coast and Mozzi didn’t utter a word to one another as the tech used the doppler over her belly.
Coast’s impatience with the entire situation was starting to grow.
Between Mozzi and her stubborn ass child, she was likely to go fucking crazy.
Dr. Thorne slowly grinned before pausing and snapping an image onto her screen.
“Here we are,” she sang.
Mozzi stepped closer, resting his hands beside Coast as they both squinted at the monitor.
“What is it?”
“It’s a girl,” Dr. Thorne declared.
“I told you.” Mozzi placed his hand over Coast’s stomach and grinned.
His heart thudded so hard he could feel the pulse in his ears. Not many things in life made him genuinely happy, so Coast admired the glimmer in his eyes and his boyish grin when he peered down at her.
“I’ll make copies so you can have them. Congratulations!” Dr. Thorne told them.
“Thank you.” Coast cracked, holding back the urge to burst into tears.
Knowing was much different than the constant speculating she’d been doing all these months.
Dr. Thorne handed her a Kleenex to wipe her belly and brought herself to her feet.
Although the dynamic between Mozzi and Coast was beautiful and entertaining to witness, it was obvious they had some things to address amongst each other.
“Don’t forget to make your appointment for next week. You have my number if you have any questions.” She excused herself and left them alone.
Coast tossed the tissue in the trash after wiping herself and sat up.
“Thank you, Dr. Thorne.”
Mozzi heard it in her tone and fell back. She was mad.
“What’s wrong witchu now?” He wanted to enjoy the moment, and she was bringing it down with this shit.
“I’m ready to go.”
“Aight. I gotta meet Kong and Moose—”
“Then, go. I know the way back to the house.” Coast eased off the table but wouldn’t look at him.
Mozzi felt like shit. Reaching for her arm before she could slip by him, he pulled her toward him and sighed.
“Tell me where yo’ head at.”
“Tell me where yours is.” She tipped her head to the side. “Do you really want me, or you just like the idea of a baby? One that isn’t yours who you can technically walk away from at any fucking point.”
Mozzi released her, a fractured expression cloaking his face as his brows drew together over wounded eyes.
“You think I don’t want you because I’m not fucking you?”
“Well, why are you not fucking me then? What is the fucking reason? Just admit it’s because this baby isn’t yours!”
Grabbing her chin, he used his fingers to grip her face extra tight and look into her eyes.
“Say that shit again, and I’m fucking you up!”
“Let go of me!” Coast screamed, nudging him out of her space.
“I been at every appointment for the last six and a half months, Coast! I’m going out for your fucking cravings, rubbing your fucking feet, talking to and singing to my muhfucking baby!
” He aimed a finger at his chest. “Fuck all that shit you talking!” He waved his hand at her. “I’m her daddy! And her name is Iara.”
Coast’s bottom lip trembled. Not only was Mozzi loud and clear, but she also read the way his eyes glistened when he talked about her daughter. Their daughter. He meant every word.
“Iara?” she repeated, wiping a tear that had slipped.
“Rara. Because she always turning up when I sing to her.” He pressed his back against the door.
Coast inched closer, her belly bumping into his middle.
“You know how bad I want to be inside you? Waking up next to you every morning be giving a nigga blue balls. It ain’t shit to get some pussy. I ain’t never had a problem with that. This shit different with you. Right time, right place type of shit. I don’t want to fuck that up.”
“I want you to remember this in a couple of weeks, hell, maybe a few days if I’m still pregnant and being a bitch. Dr. Thorne says sex can help this little girl right on out.” Coast stood on her toes, eyeing Mozzi’s mouth before placing hers over it.
The kiss was soft at first, barely a brush before her tongue dipped into his mouth.
Mozzi’s face wrinkled in pleasure, arms falling across her shoulders, reeling her in.
Coast reached for his dick inside his joggers he just happened to be wearing, and before he could protest, she squatted to take him in her mouth.
“Sss.” Mozzi hissed, head slipping back against the door as Coast’s warm mouth familiarized itself with his length. “Fuck!” He grunted when his tip reached the back of her throat.
Her tongue swirled and sucked while her hand jacked him at a perfect pace, toying with his nut.
Aside from jacking off, he had been on his good boy shit, as torturous as it was.
Listening to Coast gulp his dick, his eyes peeled open, and he peered down into her pretty ass face with her lips wrapped around him.
Her big brown eyes filled with need, and she popped him out of her mouth briefly to swipe her tongue along each side.
When she got to the tip again, she circled it and lightly sucked a few times before swallowing him. His guttural moans filled the room from her sloppy, wet mouth. With his hand on the back of her head, he dug his fingers into her scalp and Coast went harder like the freak she was.
Toes locking, Mozzi released his nut, and a soul leaving tremble washed over him.
His knees wanted to give out, so he used the door to steady himself.
Coast helped put his dick away and gradually positioned herself on her feet.
She grabbed his hand and placed it under the hospital gown between her legs where she was a wet mess.
Mozzi dipped two fingers inside, and his eyes drifted closed. She wasn’t playing fair.
“Don’t start nothing in here we can’t finish.
” He lowered his lips to hers and brushed against them lightly before he stole a kiss.
“I promise, I want it. Like I ain’t never wanted anything before.
That’s why I want you to marry me.” He cupped her cheek and searched her brown eyes.
“On paper, she will be Iara Blackmoor. My daughter. Our daughter. The nigga can still prove paternity, but he gotta jump through some hoops to do so. In the meantime, I’ll handle it.
I just need a little time. Getting married gives us that. ”
“I can’t believe you.” Coast shook her head, awed by this man who had singlehandedly changed her life. “Well, when do we do it?”
“How about this weekend? We can fly out Sunday, be back by Monday,” Mozzi suggested.
“Well, I don’t want some quick Vegas wedding.” Coast poked her bottom lip out.
He was a sucker for her when she did that. All he wanted to do was see her smile.
“What you trying to do and how much is it going to cost me?” Mozzi asked, resting his hands on her waist and peering down into her face.
“What if we go to Hawaii? It’s so pretty this time of year.” Her eyes lit up. “Oh, and we need witnesses. See if Kong and Moose can go. I’ll check with Ayla and Inari.”
“It’s whatever you want.”
Coast got dressed, and by the time she had set up her next appointment, Mozzi was on his phone, making plans for their trip.
When they were leaving, Arwen and Sipes were checking out with Dr. Thorne.
With his arm over one of Coast’s shoulders, Mozzi side eyed Sipes while holding his conversation with Moose.
“See you in court, baby mama.” Sipes grinned, and Mozzi flipped him the bird but kept walking.
Sipes was a ticking time bomb and didn’t even know it. If Mozzi could help it, he wouldn’t live to see those test results. He walked Coast to her car and kissed her before she got inside, and Brim was never far behind. Mozzi watched them both pull off the lot.
“Moose, I need you. I’mma text you in about fifteen minutes.” Mozzi quickly ended the conversation when he spied Arwen and Sipes exiting the hospital.
She said something to him, they kissed, then parted ways.
As she was walking away, Sipes took a call on his phone while waiting for valet to bring him his car.
Mozzi ducked into his whip and started it.
He backed out of his space and pulled up as Sipes car was arriving.
When he got inside, Mozzi trailed him toward the busy intersection.