Page 17 of Breeze and Melodie

“How in the hell am I having twins? They don’t even run in my family.”

“I guess it’s starting with you,” Breeze responded, with the widest smile I’d ever seen.

While I was on the verge of a panic attack, this man was on cloud nine as we left the doctor’s office. Breeze already walked with a swag and confidence I hadn’t witnessed with many men. However, now, as we headed toward the elevator, his swag and confidence seemed to have increased a hundred-fold.

I, on the other hand, was moving at a snail’s pace, several steps behind him. He turned around and walked backward, slowing his steps and allowing me to catch up with him. The smile never fell from his lips while he waited with his hand extended.

“I think we?—”

My words halted when the door a few steps in front of us opened. We stepped back, giving the woman more space to exit. As she stepped into the hallway, I couldn’t see her face very well, but I noticed she was crying. However, I didn’t have a chance to ask if she was okay.

“You bitch! You made me lose my baby!”

She charged in our direction, but Breeze blocked me with his body before the lady could touch me. He grabbed her by the waist, picked her up, and took several steps away from me. The woman continued to spew accusations about me causing her miscarriage, and I still had no idea who she was.

“Aye, I know you upset, but you need to calm your ass down,” Breeze shouted above her loud rant.

“Fuck you!” she spat as she tried to wiggle from his grasp.

“Baby, go tell somebody to get security.”

I nodded and entered the door the woman had left, rushing to the front desk.

“Can you call security? The woman who just left this office is in the hallway, losing it.”

“Ms. Maxey? What do you mean?” the woman asked.

“I don’t know who she is, but she’s crashing out! Can you call security before my man has to lay her ass out?”

“Okay, okay!”

I returned to the hallway to find Breeze still restraining her. She seemed to have calmed down until she saw me again. I still couldn’t get a good look at her face and was baffled as to why a complete stranger would accuse me of being the cause of her miscarriage.

“You’ll pay for this! I swear to God, I’ll make you pay!” she shouted.

“I’m sorry for your loss, but?—”

“You ain’t sorry, but you will be!”

The door to the office I’d just left opened, and the woman at the front desk stepped out.

“Security is on the way. Ms. Maxey, what is going on? Sir, please let her go,” the woman pleaded.

“Nah, I can’t do that. She tried to attack my woman, and I ain’t having that shit.”

“And I’m gon’ fuck her up the first chance I get,” Ms. Maxey threatened.

“Bitch, I don’t even know you, but you’ve threatened me one too many times. Baby, let her go so she can get this work.”

I was sick of this woman accusing me of something I didn’t do and threatening to beat my ass. After I challenged her, she became more aggressive with Breeze, but two security guards came rushing down the hall.

“What’s going on here?” the female security officer asked.

Ms. Maxey didn’t give anyone else a chance to speak. She went on another angry rant about me causing the loss of her child and promising to make me pay for it. She was irate and continued to be physically aggressive, but the security guards managed to put her in handcuffs.

When Breeze made it over to me, he kissed my forehead and wrapped me in his arms. We waited until the guards took Ms. Maxey away before heading to the elevator.

“That was weird. I must resemble someone she knows,” I said.

“You didn’t recognize her?” We entered the elevator, holding hands.

“I didn’t get a good look at her face.”

“Baby, that was Arielle.”

I frowned as I thought about why that name sounded familiar. “Arielle?”

“Yeah. The woman who came to the spa asking about Sean.”

I gasped as my eyes widened. I hadn’t thought about her since I drove away that day.

“That was her?” He nodded. “Are you serious?”

The elevator stopped on the main floor of the building. We exited, still holding hands, and made our way to his truck.

“Yeah. It took me a minute to remember where I’d seen her.”

“Damn. How the hell is she blaming me for losing her child?”

“She’s obviously not mentally stable. My concern is that she knows where you work and isn’t afraid to pop up. Now that your ribs are healed, we’re going to the gun range.”

“That’s cool, but I’m not worried about that ho. If she?—”

“You’re carrying my seeds, Melodie.”

“Oh, shit. For a minute, I forgot I was pregnant . . . with twins. Oh my God. What the hell am I gonna do with two kids? I gotta call my mama and find out where this twin gene came from.”

Just that quick, I forgot all about Arielle Maxey and her strange behavior. I had more pressing and exciting matters to attend to and refused to let her spoil my news. Although I was still in shock and nervous about the next several months, I was equally excited.

After assuring I was securely seated on the passenger side, Breeze slid behind the steering wheel and started the engine. Before putting the car into reverse, he asked, “How about we visit your family this weekend and share the news? We can leave tomorrow after work, or early Sunday morning.”

“Can we, baby? I’d love that. My mom’s birthday is Monday, and she was adamant about not doing anything to celebrate.”

“When do you want to leave?”

“Early Sunday morning. I need some time to process and figure out a cute way to tell them about the babies. Plus, Harmonee still wants me to talk to our parents about her moving to Onyx City and working in the salon.”

“You haven’t done that yet?”

“No. I wanted to talk to them face-to-face, but the more I think about it, the more I think she needs to be the one to tell them. Did I mention she never told them she changed her major from business to cosmetology?”

“No. Why was that a secret?”

“Harm is afraid of disappointing them. My parents wouldn’t have tripped about it, though. She only told me because she needed my help with some of her work.”

“Yeah. This is definitely something she needs to tell your parents herself, and you can be there for moral support.”

“That sounds more like it.”

“Now that that’s solved, . . . you hungry? It’s still early, and I have a taste for pancakes.”

“Damn, baby. The other day, you complained about being exhausted, and now you’re having cravings. Maybe we’re both pregnant.”

“I see you got jokes, huh. We’ll see who’s laughing when you can’t tie your shoes, which will be sooner than you think since you’re carrying two babies.”

I gasped. “That’s not funny. If you don’t help me when I’m too big to help myself, I’m gon’ tell my daddy.”

“Ain’t nobody scared of Hudson. I’ll beat his old ass.”

“My daddy ain’t that old, and you can’t put your hands on him.”

“I can and I will if he comes at me crazy.”

“I thought you liked my daddy.”

“I do. He’s cool as hell, but I will still beat his ass if it comes down to it.”

“You’re crazy.”

He shrugged. “I won’t deny that. You wanna go to OC Eatery?”

I immediately forgot about him threatening my father and got excited. “When do I not wanna go there? Let me look at the menu and find something new to try.”

We rode in silence for the rest of the ten-minute ride to the restaurant. I continued looking at the menu on my phone while waiting for him to get out and come around to the passenger side.

“Put this in your panties.”

Confused by his request, I looked up from my phone and saw a small pink device in his hand.

“What’s that?”

“A little something I ordered from one of those ads on Flikstagram.”

I frowned. “Flikstagram? And you want me to put it in my panties?”

He lifted his other hand, which held a small remote. “It’s safe, baby. I would never put you at risk.”

“You’d better not. Nasty ass.”

I was hesitant but took the device from his hand and examined it. After deeming it safe, I unfastened my jeans and slid the device into my panties, ensuring it was positioned properly.

“Make sure the grooves are pressed against your clit.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“You’ve done this before?” he questioned with a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

“No, but it’s not rocket science.”

“Is it uncomfortable?”

“Does it matter?”

“Don’t be like that, Mel. If it’s uncomfortable, take it out.”

“No, it’s not—oh shit! Oh my God. You could’ve warned—oh shit!”

“You’ve been talking shit all morning. I got you right where I want you now.”

I held onto the door and the center console with my back pressed against the back of the seat as my bottom half vibrated.

“Baby, turn it off.”

He smirked as he pressed the off button. My body relaxed, and I looked at him with annoyance.

“Ready for some fun?” he asked with a sneaky smirk.