I told him it was his.
I knew I wasn’t shit.
Trust me.
By the time Dr. Loud came back from vacation and I could finally get in with him, I was too far along for the medication option I had originally wanted. She had explained the other option to me, and the second she started talking about a procedure, my pussy ass folded.
I couldn’t do it.
Maybe that made me weak.
Maybe I was going to regret it.
Maybe I was making the biggest mistake of my life.
All I knew was I couldn’t make myself do it.
So now I was here.
Pregnant with Xay’s baby.
Again.
While the man sitting beside me thought it belonged to him.
“Avery, you’re measuring right around eleven weeks,” Dr. Loud said.
I smiled like I wasn’t living one gigantic fucking lie.
“Great.”
“Eleven weeks,” Keith repeated, smiling even harder.
I looked over at him.
This nigga was really happy.
Like genuinely fucking happy.
That made my stomach twist worse than the nausea had been doing lately.
“Can we see if it’s a boy yet, Doc?”
I sucked my teeth.
“Nigga, please.”
Dr. Loud laughed.
Keith looked at me. “What? I’m asking.”
“You been in here five minutes and already rushing shit.”
“I need a boy.”
“You don’t need shit.”
“I got Carter already.” He looked down at her. “That’s my girl.”