Page 65 of Heart Of A Goon II

“How could the mother of my future children be so cruel.” I knew he wanted Syn to be his surrogate; however, I wasn’t about to unpack all the shit that came with that.

It was clear that Kobe was in no shape to go with me to the main island. Stevie had told me about a private doctor in Grand Anse. I made an appointment with them this morning and wanted some moral support.

Had my girls been here, they would have driven the boat themselves to be there with me. I wished Gerald could be here, too, but this was a promise that I made his mother. Part of me wanted to make sure everything was good with the baby, too.

I shoved Kobe off my lap, leaving his ass in the nutty villa. Syn was just as crazy as him for making him believe he had gone deaf. Stevie would have come, but she was in her art studio, and I didn’t want to disturb her. Since having Dennis, she didn’t get many moments to create freely, and I wanted her to have that.

This was an appointment that I could attend alone. I was a grown woman and had done grown things that ended with me being pregnant, so I could go to the appointment alone.

“Where are you heading to?” Alaia called, as I sped past her villa.

Each villa let out on the beach, however, there was a paved road for the golf carts to drive on. I was so deep in my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed her sitting on the beach with a yoga mat.

I hit the break slightly and put it in park. “Depends. Can you keep a secret?”

She became giddy at the chance to know something no one else knew. Well, she didn’t need to know that I had told Sharon already. “Yes… tell me.”

I watched as she abandoned the yoga mat and beach and came over to sit in the golf cart. “I made an appointment on the mainland to see a doctor.”

Alaia had a blank expression. “Wow, thanks so much for telling me this precious secret.” She sarcastically replied. “What kind of doctor? You itching, or something wrong with the baby?” she became worried.

It was so funny because watching Alaia and Erin, they were such parents. I wondered if being nurturing was something they had always been, or if they had to grow into it once they became mothers.

“I haven’t been to a doctor yet and I want to make sure everything is fine. It sucks having to go without Gerald.”

She smiled. “A healthy baby is more important. I remember when I first found out I was pregnant with Promise, I was cramping all the time. Didn’t help that I was being knocked around.”

“Alaia, why would you say that?”

“Laugh to keep from shooting.”

I looked at her and shook my head. “You needed this space from your husband… starting to act just like ‘em.”

“You know, he is controlling so he might be behind one of these trees,” she joked, as Promise came running out the house with her phone.

“Meanwhile you got that big ass man shook.” Between her and Erin, both Capone and Cappadonna didn’t shit without their wives’ stamp of approval. Hell, even Capri had Meer giving women disclaimers when they approached him.

I liked a scared man. Yeah, be scared I’mma knock yo’ ass out because you smiled at a woman.

“Oh, you wanna share my phone with me?” She rolled her eyes when Promise shoved the phone into her hand. “Girl hogs my damn phone like she doesn’t have a tablet.”

“Daddy says no table… he calling you.” Promise wasn’t one for the shits and giggles, as she waited for her mother to wrap up whatever business with her father.

Alaia looked at the phone log, and he had called about six times. “You hung up on daddy again?”

Promise’s chubby cheeks rose, as she looked mischievous. “No.”

She shook her head and sent a quick text to her husband. “Let me change and then we can go… our little secret.”

Aside from Stevie and Sharon, everyone else thought we were going to the island to grab groceries to make dinner. The staff kept everything stocked and did the food runs to the main island, but every so often Alaia had some recipe she wanted to make that required her to venture off the island. Alaia had already told me we would be going to the markets. Since Thanksgiving was approaching, she wanted to grab last minute things.

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Alaia placed her hand over top of mine as I nervously bounced my leg. We were in the waiting room with other pregnant women. Some could barely sit with how far along they were, while others looked like they were over this shit and wanted the baby out of them. Then there was me, sitting here nervous like I was a teenager about to find out if my football boyfriend had gotten me pregnant.

Why was I so nervous?

I’ve known I was pregnant since my birthday. Goo knew it and was excited, so why was there this huge ball of nerves settled in my stomach?