The Girl Next Door

~50~

"I just can't let you go..."

Robyn Fenty

"Two more months. You look like you're about to pop!" A nurse exclaims, running an at-home sonogram.

Onika chuckles while she holds my hand and we look at Kyng, already grown in size, kicking in Onika's belly.

With one hand on her belly, I can feel his movements. I lean near Onika's stomach and speak to him.

"Hey little dude. Calm down in there. I know you're ready to go. And I'm ready for you to come here. But you gotta be patient and quit giving ya mama a lot of stress."

As if he heard me, his kicking calms down and the nurse and Onika share a laugh. I look up at the screen as the picture goes blurry. Cursing, I wipe my eyes quickly before Onika notices. I'm such a crybaby at these times.

"Aw... my baby's crying," Onika looks up at me, pouting.

I blush and chuckle," no I'm not. Someone started cutting onions."

Onika smiles, showing her pearly whites and I smile back.

"Well, we have about seven more weeks before the little guy comes in. Make sure you are taking your vitamins and eating plenty of food. Also, continue drinking more than a gallon of water a day. If you experience any unusual symptoms, just let me know. Unfortunately, it isn't my week to stay in the home."

"That's alright," I nod understandingly. Usually we have a nurse that stays in the home with us but this week was really busy for them. They are only a call away but it's more convenient if they are here.

We watch as the nurse wipes the gel from Onika's stomach and powers off the machine after disposing of the gloves. I give Onika another smile and kiss her hand. Really, she's fighting against all odds. The baby was supposed to not have made it about two months ago. But she's been fighting. I'm hoping everything goes well through the rest of her pregnancy. I've been making sure she gets the proper amount of rest, not too much sex, she doesn't stay on her feet or work for a lot time and she's always taking her medicines. I want everything to go right. No mistakes.

My phone vibrates, pulling me out of my thoughts. I look at the Caller ID and see that Zen is calling me.

I answer the phone," yo."

"Wazzahhhhhhhhhh," she stretches out.

"Wazzzaaaahhhhhh," I return the favor, sticking my toungue out.

"What you been up to, negro?"

"Nothing. Just finished looking at my baby boy. I'm about to fix Onika some dinner."

"Speaking of baby boy, how is the pregnancy going?"

"She's killing me everyday," I fake sob, making Onika roll her eyes. I smile and head to the kitchen.

"Damn. Same over here. Roman is always throwing shit at my head every time a girl comes at my presence. Like... even if we were in a field of dirt, she would still find something to throw at my head."

I burst out laughing," it's not that serious bro."

"D-deadass! It's like having a Mexican for a wife."

As I listen to her rant, I get the ingredients together for some Parmesan chicken spaghetti. As I do, my thoughts drift to how much of an American Onika has turned me into. Even my accent is gone. I mentally sob. Thanks Onika.

"Aye, you still there nigga?" Zen asks.

I nod as if she can see me and set the phone on the island, putting her on speakerphone.