“I can’t wait pick out all of your cute little outfits and paint your room and decorate your nursery. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms and kiss your forehead. I can’t wait to hear your little cries and laughs and see your smile. Believe it or not, I can’t even wait to wake up in the middle of the night to change your stinky diaper. You are the blessing I have waited my whole life for, and I promise to be the best mother I can for you. I love you so much already, and I haven’t even met you yet!”
I unzipped my purse and pulled out my phone. I called Frank, but the call went straight to voicemail, so I assumed he was getting ready to go on the air. At the sound of the beep, I said, “Baby, I just left the doctor’s office, and everything is fine. I don’t have diabetes or anything like that. There’s just…something else I want to share with you, but I want to tell you face to face. I can’t wait to see you tonight. I love you!”
After I hung up, I didn’t even consider calling Deandre. I had deleted that fool’s number the night he’d shown his ass. I wanted nothing to do with him, even if he was my baby’s father. “Sperm donor” would be more like it. What’s the point of trying to include him in my child’s life after the way he disrespected me? On top of that, my poor baby would have eleven siblings and counting, my mind raged.
I turned on the radio and heard Mary J. Blige belting out the lyrics to “Fine.” I turned up the volume and sang along with her as I drove home, albeit a little more off key than she was: “I’m a lady, so I must stay classy. Gotta keep it hot, keep it together if I wanna get better. See, I wouldn’t change my life…My life’s just fine!”
The music was interrupted by an incoming call. I pressed the button on my steering wheel to activate the Bluetooth calling feature and was greeted by a computerized voice: “You have an incoming call collect from the Wayne County Jail. Press one to accept this call.”
While I had been caught up in the joy of my surprise pregnancy, I did feel guilty about LaNaya suffering behind bars, so I was anxious to hear my sister’s voice and to tell her that I loved her. “I’ll accept,” I told the operator. When the phone clicked over, I said, “LaNaya?”
Silence.
“LaNaya? Are you there?”
More silence.
“Sis, I can’t hear you. Please call me back if you can.”
Finally, a man’s voice said, “Do yourself a favor, baby girl. Watch your back, ‘cause I guarantee the streets are watching you.”
Click.
When he hung up the phone, my heart began beating viciously against my ribs inside my chest. I knew it was Ace, even though he’d tried to disguise his voice. Instinctively, I looked around me, wondering if I really was being followed.
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