me; now that you have all the information, whose side are you on?”
“Not important. What’s important is that I can’t have two of the most important women in my life fighting so I need you to kiss and make up with her.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled over before I replied, “Not happening, Daddy. Sorry but not really that sorry. If she wants to make up, tell her to give me a call. But until then, I’m staying in my lane.”
rich.
This shit was becoming all too real.
It was Jasmine’s first real prenatal appointment and since I told her I would be there for her every step of the way, I was standing outside of the OB-GYN’s office waiting for her BMW to pull up. Of course, even for something important like a doctor’s appointment, she was running a little late. I scrolled through my phone, checking some emails, until I heard her whipping into the parking lot. In no time at all, I could hear the click of her heels against the pavement as she headed my way.
She continued walking past me, casually throwing, “Rich.” over her shoulder.
I caught up to her just in time to get the door as I replied, “Miss. Jasmine.”
“Surprised you actually showed up.”
I was a little confused as to why she would think otherwise, so I had to ask, “Why wouldn’t I?”
She shrugged her shoulders, continuing her pursuit of the receptionist’s desk as she answered, “Figured you were all talk.” I waited for her to check-in and get the clipboard of paperwork before I took the opportunity to make things clear.
“Miss. Jasmine, I’m a man of my word. If there’s anything you’ll learn quickly about me, it’s that.”
She plopped down in her chair, multi-tasking the paperwork and our conversation as she responded, “Well, I’m really not interested in learning anything about you. Quickly or slowly.”
“You weren’t saying that when you were learning about my…”
She cut me off, “Don’t you go there with me, Rich.” I put my hands up in defense knowing that even though I was getting under her skin, she knew exactly what I was talking about.
And I definitely couldn’t wait to teach her another lesson.
We waited for a good ten minutes before a nurse came out and whisked us to the back of the office. I stood outside of the room as Jasmine changed into a hospital gown though I wasn’t sure why she was desperate for the privacy as if I hadn’t already saw every inch of her the night we were together. But I wasn’t in the mood to cause a scene so I waited outside of the room as she asked.
After a few minutes, I gave a little knock on the door before re-entering the room. I immediately sensed Jasmine’s discomfort about the situation, so I walked over to the side of the bed and grabbed her hand. Surprisingly enough, she didn’t pull back yet again. I didn’t say anything to her, didn’t even look at her, just rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb to hopefully help ease some tension. It wasn’t until there was a knock on the door that she pulled her hand out of my hold.
“Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, I’m Dr. Palmer.” The woman stuck her hand out to me and I couldn’t help snickering at the way she addressed us knowing it probably annoyed the hell out of Jasmine. Instead of letting her handle it, I corrected her on my own.
“Actually, it’s just Jasmine and Rich. We’re not married.”
“Oh. My apologies. I just assumed that…”
“You should never assume...Dr. Palmer was it?” Jasmine questioned with an attitude making the woman turned beet red.
“ Yes ...yes that’s correct.” She was trying to regroup and I almost felt bad for her. Surely she didn’t mean any harm but that didn’t matter to the little firecracker on the table. Dr. Palmer took a deep breath as she said, “Let’s take a look at the baby, shall we?” Both Jasmine and I shook our heads yes as the doctor squeezed the tube of ultrasound gel onto her belly. She rubbed the gel around with a little
“Not important. What’s important is that I can’t have two of the most important women in my life fighting so I need you to kiss and make up with her.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled over before I replied, “Not happening, Daddy. Sorry but not really that sorry. If she wants to make up, tell her to give me a call. But until then, I’m staying in my lane.”
rich.
This shit was becoming all too real.
It was Jasmine’s first real prenatal appointment and since I told her I would be there for her every step of the way, I was standing outside of the OB-GYN’s office waiting for her BMW to pull up. Of course, even for something important like a doctor’s appointment, she was running a little late. I scrolled through my phone, checking some emails, until I heard her whipping into the parking lot. In no time at all, I could hear the click of her heels against the pavement as she headed my way.
She continued walking past me, casually throwing, “Rich.” over her shoulder.
I caught up to her just in time to get the door as I replied, “Miss. Jasmine.”
“Surprised you actually showed up.”
I was a little confused as to why she would think otherwise, so I had to ask, “Why wouldn’t I?”
She shrugged her shoulders, continuing her pursuit of the receptionist’s desk as she answered, “Figured you were all talk.” I waited for her to check-in and get the clipboard of paperwork before I took the opportunity to make things clear.
“Miss. Jasmine, I’m a man of my word. If there’s anything you’ll learn quickly about me, it’s that.”
She plopped down in her chair, multi-tasking the paperwork and our conversation as she responded, “Well, I’m really not interested in learning anything about you. Quickly or slowly.”
“You weren’t saying that when you were learning about my…”
She cut me off, “Don’t you go there with me, Rich.” I put my hands up in defense knowing that even though I was getting under her skin, she knew exactly what I was talking about.
And I definitely couldn’t wait to teach her another lesson.
We waited for a good ten minutes before a nurse came out and whisked us to the back of the office. I stood outside of the room as Jasmine changed into a hospital gown though I wasn’t sure why she was desperate for the privacy as if I hadn’t already saw every inch of her the night we were together. But I wasn’t in the mood to cause a scene so I waited outside of the room as she asked.
After a few minutes, I gave a little knock on the door before re-entering the room. I immediately sensed Jasmine’s discomfort about the situation, so I walked over to the side of the bed and grabbed her hand. Surprisingly enough, she didn’t pull back yet again. I didn’t say anything to her, didn’t even look at her, just rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb to hopefully help ease some tension. It wasn’t until there was a knock on the door that she pulled her hand out of my hold.
“Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, I’m Dr. Palmer.” The woman stuck her hand out to me and I couldn’t help snickering at the way she addressed us knowing it probably annoyed the hell out of Jasmine. Instead of letting her handle it, I corrected her on my own.
“Actually, it’s just Jasmine and Rich. We’re not married.”
“Oh. My apologies. I just assumed that…”
“You should never assume...Dr. Palmer was it?” Jasmine questioned with an attitude making the woman turned beet red.
“ Yes ...yes that’s correct.” She was trying to regroup and I almost felt bad for her. Surely she didn’t mean any harm but that didn’t matter to the little firecracker on the table. Dr. Palmer took a deep breath as she said, “Let’s take a look at the baby, shall we?” Both Jasmine and I shook our heads yes as the doctor squeezed the tube of ultrasound gel onto her belly. She rubbed the gel around with a little
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