“I’d have a baby with her, yeah.”

“What?!” I jerked the wheel to the truck a little from shock. “That’s huge!” I shouted.

“What?” Christian said nonchalant.

“You’ve never talked about a girl like this before, this could be serious.” I said grinning. 

If anyone deserved a good woman, it was Christian. He had been through some really bad ones. Mostly gold diggers looking to come up from his hard work.

“Yeah, I like shorty.” I could tell he was smiling.

“Then I do too.” I cheered. 

“How far are you from the airport?” He asked.

“I’m just about here.” I said.

“Ok. I’m walking from B terminal, I gotta rush to make it to the crew room to get your dragon fruit before my next flight.”

“Ok.” I said before hanging up and pulling to the curb to wait.

I was supposed to retrieve my dragon fruit two days ago. Christian had found the yellow ones at a famer’s market and wanted me to taste them.

A few minutes later, Christian came strolling out of the glass doors in his perfectly pressed pilot uniform. His four strips stood out because there weren’t many black pilots in PHL let alone captains. Christian made it look good too. His haircut  was always sharp and he kept himself in shape.

“Hi.” I smiled before giving him a hug.

“You look tiny.” He said as he took a step back to admire my waist.

I laughed and reached for the bag in his hand.

“Are these the goods?” I joked.

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Wait are these stems?” I said as I inspected the bag.

“Yeah, it was supposed to be a surprise.” 

“Awe.” I smiled as I hugged him again. “I am surprised!”

“That’s why I kept reminding you to pick them up. I didn’t want the flowers to wilt.”

“Awe,” I laughed. “You are so cute. You are going to make someone very happy one day.” 

“Thank you Mother.” He smiled. “I gotta catch this flight. Chat later.” He said as he checked his smart watch and turned to leave.

I appreciated Christian more than he knew. He constantly reminded me of my worth and what I should be expecting. I thought of some of my best dates; they were all with Christian. I was grateful but in a way, I was sad. I knew that one day, he would have a wife and he wouldn’t be able to be that reminder for me.

I thought of the people on my phone. I knew that none of them cared about me. Not my ex, not anyone. I knew that all I had was myself and I started to wonder how I would manage life if it turned out that there was no happy relationship waiting for me. I thought of all of the single women in my life, and how hard dating was for everyone.

“Help Lord, no one if faithful anymore; those who are loyal have vanished from the human race.” I remembered the scripture from my reading a few days ago.

“I don’t want to be one of those women who doesn’t have sex for seven years God. I just don’t want to go that long. What am I supposed to do?”