Page 98 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2

Cheers erupted around the yard. Her mother laughed while shaking her head.

“I don’t know why you’re so confident,” she said with a smile.

“I’ve been telling you this whole pregnancy,” Mr. Browne slipped an arm around her waist, “my son is in there.”

She rolled her eyes.

“We’re about to find out.”

Someone in the crowd started counting.

“Three…”

And then we all joined in.

“Two… One!”

Mr. and Mrs. Browne each picked up a small glass bottle and poured the liquid into the cauldron at the same time. For a second, nothing happened. Then a thick cloud of white smoke slowly rolled over the rim. The entire backyard fell silent as we all watched and waited. Little by little, the white smoke began to change.

A faint blue tint appeared near the bottom before spreading through the rest of the cloud.

Within seconds, the entire cauldron was overflowing with bright blue smoke.

“It’s a boy!” Maylee screeched.

The backyard erupted into cheers, clapping, and whistles. Maylee screamed so loud I thought she might lose her voice while MJ threw both hands into the air. Mr. Browne wrapped both arms around Mrs. Browne. He pulled her against him before kissing her like neither one of them remembered anybody else was standing there. When they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers and laughed.

“I told you.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks as she smiled at him.

“I know…”

He reached up with both hands and gently wiped beneath her eyes.

“Now don’t be messing up your makeup, Ma.”

She laughed through her tears and playfully smacked his chest.

“You are so aggravating.”

“And you love me anyway.”

“I do,” he said as he looked deeply into her eyes.

Watching them together and watching everybody celebrate was pulling at a nigga’s emotions. I couldn’t help but smile. For a few minutes, the weight I’d been carrying didn’t feel quite so heavy. The celebration carried on around me. Maylee was already telling anybody who’d listen that she’d known it was going to be a boy all along.

“I kept saying it!” she shouted. “Didn’t I, Mama?”

“You sure did,” her mother laughed while pulling her into a hug.

“I told y’all!” Mr. Browne said proudly while pointing around the backyard, “Ain’t none of y’all want to listen to me.”

Maliah’s Uncle Ty walked over and clapped Bleek on the shoulder.

“You got lucky. We all know you’re a girl dad.”

“Lucky?” Mr. Browne laughed, “Nah. I knew.”