No Room For Era

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Gaining a smile and a light laugh from her, I kissed her lips gently.

"Thank God this little one is a boy." I rubbed her belly. "I scared for if we ever get a girl."

"At least she'll be feared." She snickered.

"See, now that's the shit that be scaring me. I love you crazy and all but this baby be having you act outta pocket."

"You love me still so that's all that matters." She smiled.

"Uh huh." I narrowed my eyes at her. "C'mon let me go feed my babies."

Walking out of bathroom, she stopped and got her prenatal medication before going down to the kitchen.

"What you want?"

"Pancakes and pickles."

"Bruh."

"What?"

"That's nasty Anita."

"You calling our baby nasty?" She pouted.

"Now you know I ain't said that."

"Well that's what we're feeling for."

"Fine."

Taking out the stuff for the pancakes, she sat there just staring into space.

"I take it you're staying home?"

"Nope."

"Anita!"

"Kevin." She mocked me.

"You know what, I'm not even going to fight you."

"Thank you."

"Just don't come asking me to rub your feet for you."

"What?" She whined. "You can't do that."

"Watch and see."

"But its your fat ass baby that cause my feet to hurt."

"If he is fat, then that should tell you to keep your ass quiet."

"Fuck you."

Soon as I opened my mouth to answer, I felt something hit me.

"Ah fuck Anita." I rubbed the back of my head.

Looking on the floor, she had thrown one of the salt shakers at me.

"You may need it anyway." She shrugged as I looked at her.

"If I only say anything you gonna cry."

"Say it." She provoked. "Say it let me cut you." She got up in my face.

"Man...go sit in the family room." I turned her away."

"That's what I thought."

She raised her hand to hit me but I caught it.

"Don't ever put God out your thoughts." I looked her in her eyes.

"Kevin you're squeezing my wrist." She whined.

"We may joke and toss shit, but don't you ever raise your hand to hit me." I let it go.

Holding her wrist, she stared at me as I stared back. Turning around, I went back to making breakfast as she left.

It was one thing for her to threaten to cut me, pull a knife and even throw something because pregnant or not, that's how we be but from the moment you raise your hand to hit me, shit goes south instantly.

I've never raised my hand for a female and I'll never do it because I was raised by a man, but at the same time, I'm not going to let a female disrespect me by putting her hands on me.