Goof
I have talked to Silvy through texts every day since our lunch checking on her. I wanted to make sure she was doing alright. I would go by the hospital every day if I could or wouldn’t look like I was stalking her. She had her insemination two weeks ago and was supposed to go to the doctor for a blood test to see if it worked. She promised to call when she finds out the results. Call me an asshole if you want but I have my fingers crossed the test is negative. If it is positive Silvy is going to expect me to walk away. The hell I am. That is my kid and my woman. I’m not walking from either. I have thought over my options if Silvy is pregnant. I will have to change my plan. I am going to have to woo her and let her know I won’t be going anywhere. I am going to do the same thing if I get to fuck her to get her pregnant. But if she gets pregnant this time I will have to come up with reasons to be around her. Which I am prepared to do. I will do anything to get my family.
When I went to the doctor for my check I asked hundreds of questions and did research. I have downloaded several pregnancy books and have started reading them. I have some experience with pregnant ladies after watching all the ol’e ladies go through it. More recently Pocket, Viper’s ol’e lady. They had twins six months ago. I was there to watch and help out when needed. And what I didn’t know I looked up. I know about healthy eating habits Silvy needs to have. And I know as a nurse she won’t be able to do that very well but I’m going to step up and make sure she does even if I have to deliver food to her myself. And she will have to take vitamins, watch out for stress, get plenty of rest, and watch her caffeine intake. Silvy will also need a support system. Me.
See I have studied. I’m sure other things will come up, like cravings and swollen feet especially since she is on them for long periods of time. And what I can’t learn from reading I know there will be an ol’e lady to ask. I am going to be prepared for this. I’m working at the dispensary today but I can’t focus. I am almost willing for my phone to ring. I reach up to replace some stock when it finally does, playing Silvy’s ringtone. Yes, she has her own tone on my phone. It is Flatliner by Cole Swindell because that is what Silvy is to me. I damn near drop what I’m holding if not for some creative juggling. Lug looks over his shoulder at me and shakes his head. I can tell he is trying not to laugh. He can fuck off. This is an important call.
I place the container on the counter and yank my phone out of my pocket. I swipe the screen and hold it to my ear. “ Hey, Silvy,” I said. “ Hey, Goof. Are you busy?” she asks. I can tell from the tone she is sad. The question is is she sad because she is pregnant or isn’t? “ I’m at the dispensary,” I told her. “ Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you. Will you call me when you get off?” she asks. “ Silvy, I always have time for you. What happened?” I asked. “ I would rather not talk about it over the phone. Can you meet me after work?” she asked. “ I’m out in thirty minutes. Just tell me where.” I told her.
“ Would you mind coming over to my house?” Silvy asked. I have hung out with Silvy numerous times but have never been to her house before. This is a big step and it shows how much she trusts me. As if asking me to be the father of her baby wasn’t enough to show me. Now she invites me to her private sanctuary. “ Send me the address. Do you need me to bring anything?” I asked. “ If you want any beer you will have to stop. I don’t have any.” Silvy said.
I told Silvy I would be over after work and hung up. A second later I get a text with her address. I noted that Silvy lives just a few miles from Merigold. Our kids could have playdates. We could have playdates with all the kids at the club. Yes, I’m thinking that far ahead. Taking our baby to the clubhouse playroom while Silvy works. Teaching our kid to ride a bike, the first day of school, birthday parties, family dinners, all of it. You may be wondering if I want a boy or a girl. I don’t give a shit as long as the baby and Silvy are healthy. Do I imagine a little girl that looks like Silvy but has my hair? Or a boy that looks like me but has Silvy’s eyes and hair? Sure I do but I don’t have a preference.
If we have a daughter and she wants me to sit at a tiny table and have tea parties, let me get the cookies. None of that fake shit for my princess. If we have a boy and he wants me to throw a baseball with him, let’s go in the backyard buddy. Our kid wants to color, where are the markers and crayons? My daughter wants to learn how to fix motorcycles, grab your toolbox princess. My son wants to ice skate like Aunty Pocket, let's go get you some skates. And where is Silvy while we do those things? She could be at work or enjoying a hot bubble bath, a night out with the girls, or joining us. Whatever she wants.
As I make my way to Silvy’s house I pay attention to the details. I want to make sure my girl is safe and not in a run-down area. The street is pretty quiet. The neighborhood is nice enough. The houses are in good shape definitely a family area. I passed a park on the way in, that had kids running around. The yards are all reasonably maintained with the occasional bike or kids' toy in the yard. When I pull up to the address Silvy gave me I look around. The house in front of me is a two-story cottage. It is painted light blue with white shutters. She even has those window box things with some yellow flowers in them. She has a small front porch that only has one step leading up to it.
There is a small concrete walkway with grass on either side. I see Silvy’s Dodge minivan parked in the driveway to the right side of the house. Silvy told me she got a family car to prepare for the baby. I didn’t think she would get a van though. But if that is what she wanted I’m not going to say anything. There is plenty of room for us to have more kids. Enough looking around. My girl needs me. I get off my bike, stow my helmet and walk quickly up her pathway. I knock on her door rapidly.
I don’t have to wait long before Silvy opens the door. My girl is standing before me wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tight tank top smiling. Even in this simple outfit, she makes my heart beat faster and my pulse race. Damn, she is beautiful. “ Goof, thanks for coming,” she said, as she opened the door wider. “ Please, come in,” she says, as she steps aside. I walk in and take a look around. To the right is a short hall that leads to the kitchen. To the right is a step down to the living room with a plush beige carpet. Silvy shuts the door and leads me to her living room. She has a flat-screen tv sitting on a stand that has a DVD player and sound system. There is a couch to one side and a love seat on the other both angled to get a good view of the tv. A rectangular coffee table sits in the middle
Before I can take a seat Silvy asks “ Can I get you something to drink? I have tea, water, orange juice and I have a few cans of sodas.” “ A soda would be great, thanks,” I told her. “ Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” Silvy said and left down the hall. As much as I wanted to sit next to Silvy and wrap my arms around her, we weren't there yet so I went and sat on the loveseat. Silvy comes back, hands me a can of soda, and sits on the couch across from me. I pop the top and take a sip before placing it on the coffee table.