Unexpected Pass

by A. Blossom

He was staring at me with nothing but sincerity in his eyes. “Let me give you a ride home. You’re safe with me.”

I wouldn’t play stupid, though. I knew how society painted the picture. Wealthy, successful, athletic guys like me aren’t supposed to be attracted to bigger women. I didn’t discriminate, though. A beautiful woman of any shape or size was just that—a beautiful woman.

Yes Kellon! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

The wheels in my head were already turning on how I could make sure this woman never left my sight.

“Applying pressure, beating your door down… getting to know you until you’re mine.”

“We’ll both be experiencing something new then. You’ve never been pregnant before, and I’ve never dated anyone pregnant. We can figure this shit out at the same damn time.”

“The unexpected things are sometimes the best things that happened to us.”

“I know what I want, Phileigh, and I intend to apply the necessary pressure to get it. I want to get to know you, Phileigh Cheese, baby or not. Can you allow me the rest of the week to do so?

“As far as I’m concerned, this is my baby now. I don’t care who helped you conceive it. God put y’all in my presence for a reason, and I’m not about to fumble this.”

“Don’t you even think about depriving little Phileigh Cheese so you can watch your figure. Give her what she wants, and I’ll work those extra pounds off you later, da fuck?”

“Love is many things.” Her voice was low. “But nothing toxic comes from genuine love.”

“Why are you so perfect? I don’t know any man who would want to take on dating or even being friends with a pregnant woman.” “Now, you do.” I wrapped my arm around her, letting my palm settle gently on the curve of her hip. She fit there like she belonged.

“You look like a woman who has a man that don’t play about her.”

The majority, though, were just happy she was black as if there was ever any chance for me to give my generational wealth back to the same people whose ancestors had stolen mine.

🗣🗣 Say it one more time for the people in the back.

“Naw, nigga, don’t come at my girl like that. Control your situation and leave mine alone. We’re good over here. Phileigh good. Your baby good. A real nigga stepped up. Don’t call my phone again, nigga. And don’t make any more pop-up visits to see her either.”

“I’m going to be everything you and baby boy need,” I said, connecting my lips to hers. “Baby J. I think we should name him after your brother.”

“Alright, heifer. This is a stick up. What’s the prayer?” She clicked her mouth like she was loading a gun. “I just need to know what prayer was said, sis. That’s it. That’s all.”

🤣🤣🤣

My son is my son in every way that matters—blood, bond, and love. End of story.”

“Kellon!” Phileigh called out as she ran toward me barefoot with her heels and our son in hand like she was on fire. My mama was right beside her with tears in her eyes. I shook my head as security tried to slow them down, but the badge hanging around Phileigh’s neck might as well have said move bitch get out the way.

“For every dream we had about this moment when we were kids.”