Unexpected

11.

MICHELLE POV

"Hurry Whitney he'll be here in any minute" I said. Whitney sighed "okay I'm done. Lord, you have a lot of hair". Seeing my reflection in the vanity mirror "now this looks good".

The door bell rang and my nerves were on a ten. Now I know it shouldn't cause Tatum isn't a stranger but still. I don't fully know everything about him. Rushing to the door I slightly tripped over the floor "oh cmon". Opening the door I was holding my foot "Michelle? You okay? I heard the noise".

"Yeah, I tripped over my own foot" I laughed.

Tatum genuinely looked concerned "are you sure? Cause you're leaking droplets of blood!".

"Say what?" I glanced behind me to see the droplets of blood trailing behind me. Tatum now was deeply concerned "Michelle sot down and let me check". Doing what he said he looked under my foot "you have a small nick that's pumping out blood".

"Doctor Tatum! Sounds sexy!" I smirked.

He smiled "here, keep this pressed on it for a couple of minutes".

Realizing I chipped my toe nail. Which meant I chipped my nail polish "oh no! I just got my toes done! Great!".

Tatum moved my feet "looks good to me". He placed small kisses on my toes "ew, you would".

Whitney cleared her throat "now I see how you ended up pregnant". Tatum got up "I was just tending to a cut on your sisters foot".

"Uh Huh! Welcome back by the way" she said.

Tatum smiled "thanks feels good to be back".

Hoping up on my good foot I hoped over to the counter "need help?" Tatum leaned over getting the bandaids from out the cabinet. Taking one from him "thanks".

"Ooo I smell the ribs" he said.

"Just for you!" I smirked.

"What you know about ribs?" Whitney joked.

"Everything! Now I just need some Mac and cheese with some greens and I'm set" he said.

"See this is why I like you Tatum. You know good food" Whitney smiled. In the kitchen I got some plates and utensils. "Someone can please set the table.."

"Tatum you've done enough, chill" Whitney said. He put his hands up "don't have to tell me twice".

We were all sitting down just eating away. At this point my body was just uncomfortable. I chose to sit with one knee up but I was facing Tatum. He was dogging the ribs. Each bite he took he moaned.

"These robs are so good" he said.

"These ribs are bomb" Whitney said.

"Well all thanks to the chef" I patted myself on the shoulder.

He leaned over and kissed my cheek leaving bbq sauce on my face "I'm one lucky guy".

"So Tatum... since now things are okay between Michelle and yourself. What are your thoughts on this baby situation?" Whitney asked.

He wiped his mouth with the napkin " even though a baby wasn't in my plans for a long long time. But this baby was made out love. It's a blessing".

"Cute but how will the both of you financially support this baby?" She asked.

"For one, I can work after..." Tatum cut me off "no you can't work right after... no way! I work at the cafe. I'll just pick up extra hours. You can take care of the baby and finish school".

"Tatum not sure if you know this but babies are expensive. Are you sure you'll be okay working crazy hours just to buy diapers and formula?",

He nodded "anything for my family".

Whitney smiled "good answer!".

Patting Tatum on back "good answer, good answer!".

"Relax, you're acting like you're on family feud" Whitney joked. Tatum turned to me smiling "I'm happy we are happy".

Blinking at him a few times "I can't lie and say I didn't miss you".

"I have an idea... how about we find a place for ourselves?" He asked.

"Let's slow down. We can't support a baby and a new place. Maybe over time we can but now it would be too much. And no, I'm not moving in with you where you are now... I can see you were thinking it" I said.

He smiled "let me find out you're a mind reader".

I smiled "I know you too well".