“I’m down to have kids,” I confirmed, shaking my head and chuckling.
“What?”
“We probably should have talked about that eleven months ago, huh?”
“Nah because it’s not a deal breaker for me. Whatever you say is what it’s going to be and I’m fine with that.”
“Hm.” I lifted my glass and took a slow sip of my wine. “Okay. So how would the whole raising kids thing work?”
“What?” Drix took another drink from his bottle then set it down, leaned forward, and clasped his hands on the table. “What are you trying to ask me, Myome?”
“Would one of us just be the primary parent while the other toured or would we just do our best to not tour at the same time and travel together as a family?”
“Ideally, we won’t tour at the same time, but if we did, I’d hire a full-time nanny to travel with whichever one of us the baby goes with. I’m also not new to working from anywhere and not touring, Yo. If I needed to not tour because we have a kid, that’s cool. I’ll hang up my mic and produce from home with our mothafuckin’ baby. That ain’t a question. Your dream wouldn’t take the backseat if you’re worried about that shit. I can juggle the shit at home while you focus on your dream.”
“And what about your dream?” I cut my eyes at him.
“Come on, now, Twin. You already know you’re my dream. You and these hypothetical ass babies’ health and happiness are my main priority. Everything else can be figured out.”
“Every time I think I can't be even more in love with you, there you go saying or doing something that reminds me you’re an amazing man.” I feigned rolling my eyes and he laughed. “I wouldn’t put all of that on your shoulders though.”
“But if you did, I want you to know I can handle it. Shit, Yo, sometimes stuff is fifty-fifty and that’s cool, but sometimes it’s a hundred and zero. I’m not expecting you to do much but heal and whatever makes you happy once you’re coming off childbirth and facing postpartum.”
“Sounds like you think about this a lot?”
He grinned and took another drink from his beer before leaning into me.
“Every time I slide in that pussy raw I start thinking of baby names, Myome, planning baby showers and the white picket fence and shit. Trust me. This isn’t new to me.”
I leaned over and we kissed briefly before the lights went down and I bounced slightly in my seat as the first performer took the stage.
I found myself looking from the stage to Drix throughout each performance, trying to gauge if he was having a good time and his eyes were almost constantly on the stage. He bobbed to the music while he finished his beer and ordered a second. The moment inspiration struck, he plucked his phone out of his pocket and jotted something down. He leaned back in his seat and threw an arm behind my chair. He kissed the side of my head and glanced back at the stage.
When the performances ended, Drix paid our bill and we walked out hand in hand. I ordered an iDrive while he lit a cigarette.
“Hey! Sorry to bother you! Are you Drix and Myome?” A cute little voice came from behind us and Drix’s hand went to the small of my back as he looked back.
“Who’s asking?”
“Uhm, hey. I’m River. My friends and I just performed in there and?—”
Drix cut her off. “Look, I’m trying to celebrate my anniversary right now. You got a card?”
“Yes!” she answered quickly and dug into her purse.
“I’ll take it.” I accepted the card. “You guys were amazing,” I added.
“Thank you.” She smiled. “Seriously. Thank you.”
“No problem.”
My phone beeped as a car pulled up and I nudged my head toward it.
“This is us.”
“Have a good night, River.” Drix yanked the car door open and gestured for me to climb in.
“Have a good night," she echoed. “And happy anniversary!”