Page 186 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

And somewhere between Kyrie’s ridiculous questions, the doctor’s laughter, and watching our baby move around on that screen, I realized something.

I wasn’t thinking about what happened before anymore.

I wasn’t waiting for something bad to happen.

For the first time since finding out I was pregnant, I was just lying there, looking at my baby.

Happy.

And that felt good as hell.

Once the ultrasound was over, I wiped the gel from my stomach and pulled my shirt back down. I sat up on the table, still smiling like a damn fool.

“Twelve weeks,” I said softly.

That shit still sounded crazy.

Twelve whole weeks with a little person growing inside me.

Kyrie stood between my legs and placed both hands on my thighs.

“You good?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Kyrie.” I laughed. “I’m good.”

He stared at me for another second before helping me down from the table. The doctor stepped out for a moment, leaving us alone in the room.

I went to sit in the chair, but Kyrie caught my hand before I could.

“Where you going?”

“To sit down.”

“Come here.”

Before I could say anything else, he pulled me onto his lap.

“Kyrie.”

“What?”

I looked toward the door. “We are in a doctor’s office.”

“And?”

“You just had me sitting in your lap in the waiting room!”

“So?”

I laughed. “You don't think your ass doing too much?”

“Nawl.”

Of course he didn’t. His arm wrapped around my waist, and once again, his hand found its way to my stomach.