Darrelle's POV

"You're calling your mother first," she mumbled shifting beside me to lay her head in my lap.

"Why?" I asked leaning back on the couch and she smiled closing her eyes.

"Because I'm pregnant,"

"Your reason is I'm pregnant,"

"Yes," she replied handing me my phone, I sighed taking dialing my mother's number quickly.

"Hey Mom," I greeted the moment she answered the call.

"Hey sweetheart, how's Nia feeling now?" She asked and I remembered the last time she spoke to us, was when I thought Nia had the flu.

"She's good, she's laying right here,"

"That's good, so why the sudden call at 9 p.m?" She asked...