Page 44 of Fervor
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m just trying to help you feel better. Let me help you to the bathroom, and then I’ll help you get in bed.”
I rolled my eyes and stood from the chair I was seated in. I felt somewhat dizzy, but I knew that was one of the side effects as well. That anxiety medicine was an entire headache. It was crazy that I didn’t feel any of this shit while I was at the psych ward. I didn’t start feeling these side effects until like three days ago.
When I got to the bathroom, Harlem handed me a box. I frowned slightly, trying to figure out what he was up to now. After looking at it, I realized it was a pregnancy test. My heartstarted beating fast as hell as my eyes widened. He grabbed my other hand and said, “Breathe. Slow deep breaths. I’ve been planting seeds in that garden for a month now, baby. It’s very possible you could be pregnant.”
I took deep breaths like he told me to, then said, “Harlem, wow. What if I am? What if I’m going to be a mother?”
“Only one way to find out, baby. That’s why I been pumping you up with water and Sprite so you can go to the bathroom.”
A huge smile spread across my face, and an excited giggle left me as I quickly went to the vanity to open the box. I’d forgotten all about being dizzy and queasy. None of that shit mattered anymore. Once I got it open, I yanked my pants down, nearly falling over, and sat on the toilet, ready to put the stick in my stream.
Harlem looked on with a big smile, slowly shaking his head. After pissing on it for a few seconds, I removed it and put the cap on it, then set it on the countertop. It seemed I couldn’t move fast enough. I was trying to pull my pants up and had missed the waistband twice. Harlem walked over and helped me pull my clothes up as he chuckled.
I washed my hands as he stared at the test. When he smiled bigger, I started screaming. “Harlem! Am I?”
“Yeah, baby. We’re gonna be parents.”
I hopped up and down as I continued to scream, tears falling down my cheeks. I fell into his arms, and he held me close, kissing my head repeatedly. It had never even crossed my mind that I could have been pregnant. I supposed with everything that had happened, I couldn’t even fathom that would have happened. I was surprised they didn’t say so while I was in the hospital. They’d dropped the ball on that for sure with all the blood work they’d done.
The fact remained that I was pregnant, and I was emotionally overwhelmed… in a good way. I cried until it felt like I hadto throw up. I quickly composed myself as I pulled away from Harlem and began taking my clothes off.
“Damn, baby. What’chu doing? You want me to feed the baby?”
I frowned hard. “What?”
“Girl, that’s what the old people used to say.”
“Old people are nasty as fuck. I want you to make love to me though.”
“I thought you weren’t feeling good, Yunique.”
I put my hand on my hip and asked, “Are you gonna give me the dick or not, nigga?”
He chuckled as he pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans in record time. I smiled big as he turned the shower on. He knew I loved when he fucked me in the shower. Just the thought of it had me ready to juice without him. Pulling me to him, he lifted me, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. As I glanced at the thickness in my abdomen the ten pounds I’d gained had added, I wondered if some of that weight gain was from the pregnancy.
Harlem gripped my ass cheeks as he slowly slid me down his dick. My head dropped back as I received him. A moan left my lips as he said, “I love you so much. We’re gonna be a family, Nique. You gon’ be my baby mama… the one I stay buried deep in all the damn time.”
“Harleeemmm… oh shit, baby.”
“Mm hmm. This pussy so fucking wet too.”
“It’s… oh, fuck! It’s… about to… get wetter. Shit!”
“Damn, girl! Fuck!” he yelled.
My pussy had sprayed him while he slowly stroked me. I loved when he did that shit in this position. It felt like his dick was massaging my G-spot. I began rolling my hips as he walked into the shower. When the water hit my back, it was like it ignited the passion brewing inside of me. I lowered my face toHarlem’s and slid my tongue to his then sucked his bottom lip slowly.
He put me against the wall of the shower and lifted my legs in the crooks of his arms and stared into my eyes as he stroked me. “Wife, listen to me. It has been nearly a week since I been in this shit. I need to be able to fuck some shit up.”
I lifted my lower legs in the air, then rested them on his shoulders as he looked down at the action. “I’m gonna assume that was a greenlight.”
He pushed inside of me with more force and increased his pace as my pussy unleashed like an open faucet. I closed my eyes, as I absorbed his power and passion, until I felt him penetrate my asshole with his finger. My juices had made sure it was good and lubed up. The dual stimulation was about to do me in, but when his mouth touched my nipple, that was it.
The way he had my body orgasming back-to-back and bucking all over the place was threatening to take me out the game. “Damn, Nique. I love how sensitive this body is. The way your walls gripping me about to take me down.”
He continued fucking my world up as cries of passion left me. My emotions were so heightened tears were falling down my cheeks. I needed every bit of this. “Nique, I love you, baby.”
“I… love you… too.”