Page 67 of Lethal Competence

“Yo, I can’t believe you did this.” He had picked the papers back up and was staring at them in awe.

“That’s not all I got you. Might wanna dig a little deeper into that box, big homie.”

He set the papers down, then dug in the box, pulling out the Ziplock bag with a Target receipt. On it was written the words, “Congrats, we’re pregnant!” in black marker. Then beside it, the test that also proved we were indeed pregnant.

I’d found out two weeks ago and held it in just to give it to him as a Christmas gift.

“Yo, whole time this is one cheap ass gift in theory,” he mused, his hand already finding its way to my abdomen.

“Not if you really think about it. Merry Christmas, Reminisce Blac.”

I leaned down against him, my lips not too far from his. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

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