Page 51 of The Impossible

I waved her off. “What’s up?”

“Nothing. I feel like I should have a room here seeing as how when the B-A-B-Y gets here this is the only place I’ll be because there are no nannies in this family.” Of course she spelled the word baby.

Nic laughed. “You’re a trip.”

Amethyst shrugged, then began floating back into the center of the pool, leaving us alone again.

“You told your mom, huh?” she asked, eyes on me.

I nodded. “Needed to get her o⁠—”

“No explanation needed. We’re a family and it’s news she had been damn near praying for.”

I grinned. “She asked you?”

“Nope. She has made me plates… and is watering me like a damn fish.” She threw her head in the direction of the glass water bottle a few feet from us.

I laughed. Alora was gonna always be Alora. “Lemme get changed.”

Her happiness and joy was contagious. Her smiling made me smile, like everything that was happening didn’t exist. “Hurry back, please.”

Though we confirmed Nic was pregnant at the house, she still made the appointment at Founders to be fully sure and make sure everything was fine. That didn’t have me too worried, but being here with her like this had me ready for a life I never saw myself having.

“IJ, get over here and sit down.” The visibly pregnant woman across from us scolded her youngin as he kept veering toward the center of the room.

“Maaaa.” He did some jumping around, sparring with the air shit.

“I’m about to call your father right now. Keep going so he can see you acting up in here.” She pointed her finger in his direction.

It took everything in me not to laugh because she said that and he straightened up for all of five seconds before jumping up and down with his arms in the air, loudly screaming, “IJ for the knockout.”

Even his mother laughed, which invited Nic to laugh as well.

“He’s adorable,” Nic commented.

His mother shook her head. “He’s bad, and I’d blame all of this on his father, but I bargained with him to get in the car this morning for a honeybun brownie.”

Nic laughed hard as hell. “Bargaining?”

“Yes. It’s the only power I have with him. He’s stubborn.”

“Mommy I what?” The toddler stopped and moved toward his mother, now out of breath and reaching for her water bottle.

“You’re stubborn. Just like your father.” She poked his nose, then opened the bottle for him to drink just as the door opened. The first to enter was a heavy nigga who was obviously security, then another nigga behind him.

“Daddy,” the toddler screamed, nearly dropping the water and rushing his legs.

“Now watch, he’s the pillar of an angel because his father just walked in the room,” Ol’ girl said to Nic, who laughed.

“Patience Carter.” The nurse stood in the doorway calling Nic.

We were on our feet immediately, but Nic turned to the woman. “You said honeybun brownies. Is there somewhere you buy them from or a recipe?”

Leave it to her ass to inquire about sweets.

“Um, yes. I make them at my bakery. Best Kept Secret.”

Nic eyes lit up with recognition. “I knew I recognized your face from somewhere. Selah, right?”