Page 47 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon 2

Neither got a chance to say anything else because she was called to the back to meet with her doctor. Lotus changed into the gown provided and Eazy sat in a chair beside a small window, scrolling his messages. Bull hit him with a green dot, letting him know shit was a go with Sudan, and he sighed as the door opened to the bathroom.

Lotus stepped out nervously. Dr. Burton came in and did her normal exam, reminding her it wasn’t a guarantee they would see the baby’s sex since they played around the last time. When she moved the dongle around on Lotus’s belly after applying the cold gel, Eazy stood. Standing on the other side of the table, his hand automatically found hers as their baby appeared on the monitor.

“Baby is measuring right on target for your due date,” the doctor observed. “And oh… I think… they are trying to give us a sneak peek. So… do you want to know what you’re having?” Dr. Burton’s soft hazel eyes landed on the couple behind her.

“Yes.” Lotus sat up on her elbows with excitement as she zoomed on the screen and snapped a shot.

“Meet your baby boy,” Dr. Burton announced.

“Shit!” Lotus hissed.

“I told you.” Eazy grinned, heart thudding anxiously in his chest as the doctor labeled his genitals on the screen and printed pictures for them.

Without even thinking about it, he kneeled, and his lips brushed across hers in a soft kiss. Missing him something bad, Lotus hung on as long as she could, savoring his tongue against hers before he pulled back, stroking her cheek with his hand.

“Congratulations you two.” Dr. Burton stood. “You are caught up on all your tests and your bloodwork and urine samples look normal as well. Stay hydrated. I do have one concern, it’s not alarming now, but it could be. Your insulin levels. You keep an eye on your sugar intake.”

“I will,” Eazy spoke up.

“She was talking to me,” Lotus quipped, sucking her teeth.

“I been telling her, Doc. She on that BS. She eats enough natural sugar but still wants all the cookies, cakes, and pies anybody has to offer⁠—”

“Rat.” Lotus grabbed Kleenex out of the box to wipe the gel off her stomach as she sat up.

Dr. Burton snickered. “Listen to him, Lotus. You do not want to end up on a diet because of gestational diabetes. It’s best to nip it in the bud now. It’s not good for you or your baby.” Dr. Burton folded the sonogram pictures and held them up to her.

“You hear that?” Eazy checked with her.

“Make sure to book your next appointment when you go. I’ll give you the room to get dressed.”

“Thank you.” Lotus smiled, taking the images from her as she exited.

She cut her eyes at Eazy when she was gone.

“You’re such a hater.”

Lotus hopped off the table and went to get dressed. She checked out with the front desk, and Eazy walked her out to the parking lot to her car. He’d upgraded her whip when he got his, so she was whipping a silver Aston Martin SUV with all the fixings. Eazy pulled her door open for her, and Lotus faced him. A thousand-watt grin claimed her lips as she studied the latest pictures of their son.

“You want to hold on to these?” she asked, offering him the black and white prints.

Eazy studied the images with a rare smile and pride swelling in his chest and eyes. His son. Baby boy.

“Fa sho.” Lifting his eyes, they raked over Lotus. “You eat?”

“Not yet,” she answered, eyes falling from his guiltily.

Eazy’s face immediately tightened.

“Lo.”

Eyes rolling, she sighed. “I wasn’t hungry.”

“You gotta eat, shorty.”

“You said that already.” She turned her nose up and turned to her car. “Besides, nothing sounds good.”

“I just filled your refrigerator.”