Page 13 of This Is Law 3

Chapter Five

SORAYA ‘YAYA’ CRAWFORD

“You want to hear a joke, or you’re not in a joking mood right now?” Dr. Rivera asked me, as she was using the wand on my stomach, moving it around my belly.

The gel that she’d just placed on moments prior was still cold.

This was my first prenatal appointment, and as I laid down, with my legs up on the stirrups, all I could do was laugh to myself because I couldn’t believe that this man standing on the side of me had gotten me in this position yet again.

After I gave birth to Sarai, I used to swear back then that I wasn’t going through another pregnancy.

I’d already had my two boys, and I had my daughter, so I was set with not having any more children.

Then, once that traumatic event happened to my family, and I, when we loss Sarai, I was really hell bent on not having another child because I didn’t want to go through being hurt like that again.

Never in a million years did I think that I would carry another child, but here I was, laid back on the exam chair, clothes off, and in the gown that they’d given me, as my belly was exposed, waiting to see our little peanut on the screen.

Law was standing right on the side of me, with his arms crossed, with a big ass smile on his face, as if he was proud of the work that he’d put in that had gotten me in this position.

“I actually don’t want to hear a joke right now, Marisol, so please,” was my response, and when I said that, she laughed.

I talked to my doctor on a first name basis.

This was my girl. She’s been in my life for 15+ years.

She delivered the boys, and Sarai. She’s seen everything that my body had to offer, so damn right when I came down here to see her, I would call her by her first name.

Dr. Rivera was a beautiful afro- Latina woman just as I was.

She was forty- one, but she didn’t look a day over 25.

A beautiful woman, and she was a beast in her profession.

Pregnancy, labor, and delivery was already hard enough, but she gave such a calm setting, and the way our appointments would go, it felt like I was pulling up on one of my homegirls, and that’s why I truly adored her.

I remembered when I found out that I was pregnant with the boys.

I don’t think that there was anyone else in the world that was more scared to give birth than I was.

The day that Law, and I found out that I was pregnant, I broke down and cried like a damn baby.

I wasn’t crying because I was having regrets or anything like that, but the thought of a child coming out of my vagina scared the hell out of me.

As a kid, Shai and I didn’t have any business eavesdropping on some of the conversations that we would hear our mother having with her homegirls, so I remember hearing her say how she ripped during the delivery process of both Shai and I.

I also remember her talking about having us natural, so she felt every little thing.

My mom pushed Shai and I out. She didn’t have a C- section.

Those conversations that I heard scarred me, and if I wasn’t already scared to give birthday, God had a funny sense of humor and had me carry twins. I had a C- section with the boys, and even though that process wasn’t that bad, the recovery process is what almost took my ass out.

I delivered Sarai via C- section as well, and the recovery process wasn’t as bad because I guess I knew what to expect that time around.

As far as sickness, I was always sick with my pregnancies.

Even today, nausea was kicking my ass, that’s why I told my doctor that whatever joke she was cooking up, I didn’t care to hear it.

“Well, I’m going to tell you anyways, mami. It’s twins, my love,” she let me know, followed by a chuckle. If I knew that I could scream and not get cursed out by Law because I’m sure his ass would have gotten offended, I swear I would have done it.

This man has been manifesting twin girls from the moment he found out that I was pregnant. At night, when we would lay in bed together, he would have his hands on my stomach, and I could hear him whispering his prayer, asking God to allow me to carry two daughters for him.

Like it was a football game that we were watching, and he’d put a parlay in, he started aggressively clapping his hands, and he jumped up, and down, happy about the news.

He came over to where I was, putting both of his hands on the side of my face, and he kissed me all over, putting his lips wherever they landed.

“You sure it’s two?” my dumb ass asked. After I asked that, Marisol laughed.

“Bae, it’s two. I know you see those two peanuts. That’s exactly how the ultrasound looked when you were pregnant with the boys. Marisol, look again. Try and see if it’s three, instead of two,” Law was hyped, his eyes on the screen, showing the biggest smile that I’ve seen him sport in a long time.

“It’s only two, Sevyn. Take a look,” Marisol responded, and I turned my head to look at the screen, and sure enough, there were a baby A inside, along with a baby B.

Tears fell once the realization kicked in that I was carrying twins again for the second time.

I felt so many emotions right now. I wasn’t sad.

I knew that if I did anything right in life, that I was a damn good mother.

I knew that I was going to be the perfect mother to these new set of twins that I was carrying, just as I was with the boys, and what I had been with Sarai for the short time that I had her.

“Why you crying?” Law asked me, taking his eyes off the screen, and looking down at me. It wasn’t just one answer to explain why I was crying, so I shrugged my shoulders, while looking up at him.

“I’m… not mad,” I explained to him through tears, not wanting him to think that I was upset about this news. He stepped closer, and he put both of his hands on my face, wiping the tears as they steady fell from my eyes.

“We make perfect babies, Soraya. Look at our twin boys. Two of the most handsome boys to ever grace this earth. Sarai was fuckin perfect, too. Nobody was fuckin with our daughter. The second you told me you were pregnant, I felt it in my spirit that it was two, and that’s why I kept hinting at it the way that I was because I was lowkey preparing you for it.

I know when we brought Legend, and Creed home, it was a lot taking care of two boys.

Having two babies crying at the same time, hungry at the same time, sick at the same time, but I never made you go through none of that shit on your own, did I? ” he asked me.

“You didn’t,” I voiced, holding onto his every word.

“Alright then. Dry your tears. We going to be alright,” he assured me, right before he leaned his head down, and he kissed me on my forehead.

I smiled at his words, and he pulled away, kissed me on my lips, and I focused my attention back on the screen. There was two babies growing inside of me, and Marisol made sure that she kept zooming in on it, so that I could see it clearly.

My appointment lasted another ten minutes or so.

She printed out sonogram pictures for us to see, which I was thankful for because I was going to make my way to my mama’s house, so that I could show her.

I didn’t need her getting in her feelings or trying to fall out with me about being one of the last people in my life to find out about this pregnancy.

I made sure to tuck the sonogram pictures safely in my purse, and once Marisol left the room, Law assisted me in getting down from the exam chair, and I removed the gown that I had been wearing, so that I could slip back into my clothes that I’d come here in.

I wore a lime green top, in which I had to tie at the back of the blouse, and with that, it exposed my entire back.

It was a sheer material top, and it was cute.

I paired the top with some light blue, low rider jeans that took a couple of pulls for me to step into.

As I was getting dressed, Law was sitting in the chair, eyes on me, watching me struggle to get into my jeans.

I loved this struggle because it only meant that I was putting on weight.

As a slim girl, I was always happy to see that I was picking up on weight.

During my pregnancies, my confidence would skyrocket because the babies that I would carry would always put weight on me, and I would get a little ass too.

“You look thick as fuck,” Law hyped me, but his ass was trying to be funny. I reached my hand over, and I playfully hit him.

“See, you trying to be funny. All you had to tell me was that I was putting on weight, and I would have loved that compliment,” I voiced, going for my beige heels that were on the floor, and I quickly stepped into them.

He laughed while reaching his hands out, and he pulled me his way.

His hands went on my hips, holding me there, as he looked up at me.

“Let me retire you,” he said, and I groaned at him saying that.

“Because you don’t think women can be moms, and work?” I asked him.

“Aww shit. I’m in feminist territory. Let me get the fuck out of here,” he joked, taking his hands off me, and he put them up in surrender, as if he didn’t want any smoke with me.

“You walked right into feminist territory. You already know how I feel about that topic. Pregnancy is not a sickness, neither am I handicapped. I can raise your kids and still run my business. You know that,” I fussed, reaching over, and I grabbed my purse, so that we could leave.