by Mercy B
“What’s wrong?” Concern was etched in his tone as he moved near to help me with the dress that I’d worn and the duster to match.
“I feel so queasy. And I hardly took a bite of my food, but I can feel it about to come out of my throat. I think the new medicine they put me on is fucking with me. I haven’t been well since I started taking them. It’s always the same feeling.”
“Nah. I don’t think it’s the medicine they gave you.” Sosa shook his head. “I think it’s the medicine I gave you.”
“What?” Finally undressed, I lay across the bed in only a pair of underwear. My bra had come off too. It was considered a part of my attire. I hated sleeping in those things. If I had the strength, I would’ve removed my panties too.
“Those vitamins I’ve been feeding you.” Sosa smirked as if I were illiterate and couldn’t comprehend a joke he was telling.
“Sosa. What are you talking about? You haven’t been feeding me vitamins.”
“Oh. Yes, I have. Eight of them in the last two months, to be exact.” He nodded with raised brows.
“I don’t understand. Eight vitamins for what?”
“For your sanity to remain intact after I let my seeds off into your womb. I bought a bottle of vitamins and have been using them as Plan B pills since the first time you requested one. I figured whatever would happen between us would happen. I wasn’t trying to prevent God’s plan.”
“God’s plan?” I questioned horrendously, not too fond of the information I’d been given.
“Yeah.”
“God’s plan or your plan, Sosa?”
“Both. We kind of made it together.”
“You’re sick, Sos. Sick!”
“You’re pregnant, G. Pregnant,” he mocked, silently celebrating with a smile on his face.
“Sosa. If you know what’s best for you, then you’d get the fuck out of here and out of my face. I’m not pregnant, and I’m not feeding into your bullshit.”
“Then prove me wrong. Come piss on this stick, and I’ll leave you alone.”
I wasn’t going to piss on the stick, and neither would he leave me alone. It was only a lie. The thought of pregnancy had crossed my mind briefly the other morning when I woke with my face in the toilet, but I knew that there was no way. We’d been cautious sometimes and had cancelled the possibility of pregnancy with Plan B’s the other times. But learning that I’d never actually taken the damn pills summed up my suspicions. Sosa had one up on me.
“I’m too tired. I’m not getting out of this bed to entertain your foolishness.”
“Then how will we know?”
“We know. Sosa.” I retorted, fluffing the pillow underneath me, too exhausted to entertain the maniac I’d chosen as my man. Seriously, who fed someone vitamins instead of preventive pregnancy pills? “Unfortunately, we both fucking know!”
“You pissed?”
“Damn right I’m pissed, and if I had more energy, I’d show you just how much. But I just want you to leave me alone right now!” Frustrated, I felt a wave of emotions overcoming me. I didn’t want another child, not any time soon and not without my consent.
This nigga never ceased to amaze me. To say that I was surprised would be a lie. I’d grown to expect shit like this from Sosa. When he wanted something, he ignored all boundaries set to obtain it. That shit was aggravating at times, especially times as such.
“I’d tell you I’m sorry, but we both know that’ll be a lie. I don’t think you should be upset with me though. Sophia and I are quite happy. We’ve been discussing things and have determined that this may be the boy we’re hoping for.”
“Sosa. Get the fuck out of my face.” I rolled over, attempting to ignore him. “Sophia isn’t aware of how insane her father is.”
“She knows that her father is just misunderstood. What you think, G? My son floating off in your womb? Or does it feel like a girl?”
“Get the fuck out!” I couldn’t stand this nigga.
“It’s all good if it is. We can always try again in a year or two. May as well get them on out of the way. Ain’t no need of—”
“Sosa. Are you getting out or what?”
“No. I’ve been keeping this secret for two months. I’ve known you were pregnant for the last three weeks. I’m ready to talk baby talk. You not even sleepy for real.”
“Oh my God. I don’t want to talk to your ass!”
“Why not?” He sat on the bed.
“Because you got me pregnant on purpose.”
“At least we had fun doing it, right?”
“Are you serious right now? Like, dead serious?”
“Yeah. I am. Didn’t we?”
“Sosa.”
“What’s the matter, G? You not happy to be carrying a nigga’s seed?”
“Sosa. I don’t even give a fuck anymore. I’m pregnant. What the fuck can I do about it now?”
“Smile.”
“Smile? You smile when you’re happy, and, nigga, I ain’t near happy.”
“Then what will make you happy?”
Springing from the bed with the burst of energy I’d just been gifted, I rushed over to Sosa’s side of the room where his closet was. Inside, I rummaged through the boxes beneath his racks until I located the six that were the smallest and velvet in texture. Grabbing them all, I made my way back into the room and put them all on the bed as Sosa watched. I didn’t care which one I grabbed; it didn’t make a difference.
“On your knees,” I instructed.
“For what, G?”
“If you’re going to get what you want, then so am I. I’m not about to keep having babies and risking my life for you if you’re just some measly boyfriend. You’ve got to marry me, nigga. So on your knees.”
“Man. You serious right now?”
“Dead fucking serious.”
“Here. Hold Soph.”
“Nah. I’m not holding nobody. This is my moment. You hold her or put her ass on the bed. I don’t care. And that’s six rings. I’m keeping them all to change every day of the week. That means I need a seventh one. Consider it my gift for you knocking me up again.”
“It’s your world, G. Whatever you want, baby girl.” He shrugged.
“I know. Now, on them knees, Sosa. I’m so for real.”
“Aight.” Sosa chuckled. I’d never seen his black ass blush until this moment. Though he wasn’t showing it, that nigga was happy to slide the ring on my finger. “Give me the ring.”
“Here.” I handed him the ring as he lowered himself to the ground with Sophia in his hands. The sight before me was the cutest. “I’m listening.” I bucked my eyes once he’d made it to the floor.
“Damn. Give a nigga a minute.”
“I may not be able to stand that long. Hurry up, Sosa.” Waving my hands, I allowed my anxiety to do the talking.
“Aight.” He cleared his throat and opened the box. “Gauge Miliani Morrison, you trying to fuck with a nigga for a lifetime or what?”
“I am.” Nodding, I held my hand out and wiggled my finger. He slid the precious diamond onto my hand, and I felt like I would burst of happiness at any moment. When he lifted, I was expecting a hug or something to prolong this feeling, but I was handed my dress instead.
“What?” I questioned.
“Put this shit on. We’ve got somewhere to be.”
“I’m tired, Sosa. I’m not interested in going anywhere.”
“G, if we doing this shit, then we’re going all the way. Put on that damn dress and meet me downstairs. We’re heading to the courthouse.”
Sosa didn’t give me time to reject his offer. I didn’t think it was up for debate either. As he walked out, I was left to consider our actions and what we were really about to do. We were getting married!
“I’m getting married,” I told myself as I slid into the dress I’d just taken off. “I’m getting married.” As if I hadn’t heard myself the first time, I repeated it again.
When I made it down the stairs, Sosa was wait
ing at the door with Sophia in his hands. I expected him to be nervous, but he was all smiles. This was the man that I’d chosen and had chosen me as well. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.
“Ready, Mrs. Law?”
“Been ready, Mr. Law.”
The end…
A Mercy Message
We’ve come to the end of this road, and I’m prayerful that you enjoyed each twist and turn. I’m so honored to have redeemed Sosa that I can barely explain. His transition was exciting to write about. Sometimes, it takes drastic measures for everything to fall in place. I’m just happy that Gauge didn’t completely give up on him, even when she knew she should’ve.
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Until next time,
Mercy B
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