But it was the truth.
“And you, he wants all the time. He wants you in his clothes. He wants to kiss your forehead in the morning.”
“He hasn’t kissed my forehead yet.” Tachinasniffed.
“Oh, I’m sure it’s coming.” Addison lifted her chin.
There was something about this woman that reminded Tachina that she was a confident woman. That was why they were besties. When one felt down, the other would be there to lift the other up.
“That’s his shirt you have on, isn’t it?” Addison asked.
“It’s comfortable,” Tachina protested. She thought of the morning he’d tossed her his shirt. She’d worn it practically all morning and had taken it home. She had said she would wash it and bring it back.
She hadn’t.
“It’s advertisement that he’s handling business in the bedroom,” Addison deadpanned.
“There is no such thing.”
“It is when you look good in it. A man wants to see his woman in his clothes. Believe me. It does something to their brain chemistry,” she said.
Their conversation halted as Kian skidded to a halt near them.
“Mama!” he called out. “Auntie Addie! Watch this!”
He took off down the driveway at full speed. Tachina’s heart jumped; she nearly yelled for him to slow down but stopped herself. He was doing exactly what five-year-olds were supposed to be doing—having fun.
At the edge of the driveway, he yanked up on the handlebars. The front tire lifted two inches, maybe three,before it plunked back down on the sidewalk. He braked and threw the bike down on the ground.
“Did you see that?” he screeched.
Both of them leapt to their feet and cheered like he’d won an Olympic medal.
“Oh my God! An X Games champion in the making!” Addison screamed. “Are you signing autographs?”
“I think we need to call ESPN so that they can see how talented my baby is!” Tachina laughed. “You, sir, are amazing!”
“I know.” He grinned. Of course the little stinker was cocky with his talents. He hopped back on his bike and took off.
“Tell him to aim for four inches next time,” Addison whispered loudly.
“Hell, no. Not trying to have him break his skull.”
“Then three and a half.” Addison giggled.
They fell into a fit of laughter. This was what Tachina needed. They laughed until her ribs hurt.
Tachina wiped the tears from her eyes and blew out a deep breath. Addison nudged her again.
“Sooo…when are you gonna test, Momma?” Addison asked.
Fluttering appeared in Tachina’s belly. She toyed with the edge of her oversized t-shirt.
“Well… I’m late. According to my charting, Auntie should have been here,” Tachina admitted. Her cycle was so damn regular that she could plan her vacations and trips off it.
“You already peed on a stick?” Addison squealed.
“No, not yet. He said he wants to be a part of this entire process, so I’m waiting until tomorrow when he comes over after work,” Tachina said.