by Belleza
“For a second I thought you weren’t going to come,” I said extending my hand out to Alexander for a shake.
“I’m here,” he responded.
“Where’s the family.”
“They had other things to do.”
I just nodded my head because I knew it was that they really ain’t want to come. Rachel I didn’t care about but Allison was her blood sister even if it was only from their father she should’ve been present.
“So you’re the one that got everything for my baby? We were wondering who purchased the entire list.”
“Yeah it’s the least I can do for my grandchild.”
“Oh wow! You made it!” Keira said walking over to us. She still wasn’t too cool with her father but she acted cordial as possible when she needed to. “Are you hungry?”
“Nah… I just came to drop off the gifts and to find out if I’m going to have a grandson or granddaughter”
“Ok love birds, we’ve waited long enough!” Camille shouted from behind us holding the three black balloons that had the colored confetti.
Once we got the ultrasound, the tech placed it in the envelope and Camille went to this place that made props for parties. No one knew what we were having which made everyone eager to find out.
Za’naa was waiting on this moment all day. When she had an idea it was go time she raced over to us and got one balloon and pick from Camille and we took the other two. Only one had the blue or Pink confetti which made it a little bit more exciting.
Everyone gathered around us and the three of us attempted to pop the thick ass balloon. It had to be a fucking joke because even with the pick it would not burst. It was funny as shit watching Za’naa and Keira try to pop the balloon.
Za’naa dropped the balloon on the ground and decided to stomp it and fell on her butt which had the ballon right up under it. Shockingly her busting her behind made the balloon pop and I quickly snatched her up and her bottom was covered in blue confetti.
“It’s a boy!!!!!!!” I exclaimed and Keira ran over to me jumping in my arms. I didn’t think she would be this excited over a little boy but she was. Shit, I would’ve been cool with another princess but a little prince to claim my throne was great as well.
“I love you so much!” Keira cried kissing my face and we embraced basking in the moment that in a few more months we were going to be adding onto our family.
Qwinae haven’t spoken to us in months and I easily gained full custody of Za’naa with her failure to appear in court. Her whole plan was to get money from me the entire time and I was glad she left Philly. Supposedly she got into a relationship with her baby daddy friend and he was now taking care of her ass. Either way, I was glad that headache was gone.
Za’naa didn’t miss her or bring her up. Why should she when she had me and Keira?
ASAHD
“When are you going to give me some grandbabies?”
I focused my attention on Camille’s parents who were now drilling Camille. I guess all the excitement that came from Keira and Zayne finding out what they were having was rubbing off on them.
They’ve been out of rehab for about three months and was doing excellent. Her pop shop was up and running and business was booming. I even pitched money in and gave it a makeover and added a car wash inside to bring in more bread and hired a few teenagers that wanted to make money during he summer.
I’ve been talking to Camille ass about making me a daddy for a while now but she kept trying to convince me we should wait. I was waiting for her to answer the question and turned my Corona up.
“Don’t ignore your mother,” I chastised her and she frowned her face up at me.
“She’s right Camille. We’re only getting older,” her father added.
“Great!” she sighed throwing up her hands. “Three against one. I just graduated from college and have a few weeks before I’m in a class full of kids. Do you think I’m thinking about a baby?”
“That has nothing to do with you and Asahd.”
“What about my sanity?”
Ms. Donigan flagged her daughter. “Girl, you’re completely fine.”
“I’ma get you!” Camille mouthed to me as she walked off to go celebrate with her best friend. I just laughed because I didn’t have shit to do with her parents questioning her about something that I’ve been bugging her about for the longest.
“I tried Asahd,” her dad said laughing once she was away.
“Yeah, I see. That girl doesn’t listen. She don’t need to work.”
“She’ll come around. Her mouth is saying no, but the look I see in her eyes when she looks at you I’m sure she will give you anything you ask for.”
“I hope so…” I responded looking her way and our eyes met. She tried to act mad that her parents were questioning her about a baby but that sparkle that they mentioned being in her eyes was present.
***
“Babe!” I called out to Camille taking the package out of the bag in the bathroom. We got home an hour ago from the baby shower and I was tired as fuck, but her ass was going to take this damn test before we went to bed.
“Yes, Asahd.”
“Come here. It’s important.”
I heard her huffing and stomping to the bathroom. She stood at the bathroom door with her arms crossed glaring at me.
“What’s so important?”
“I need you to pee” I instructed her holding up the pregnancy test. I wasn’t sure which kind to get so I purchased every brand just incase we need a second and third confirmation.
“Really, Asahd? I could’ve gotten the test myself.”
“You could’ve but I handled it. Boyfriend duties on a bean right?”
She sucked her teeth with a smirk and rolled her eyes.
“I can’t stand my boyfriend.”
“You love him though,” I told her smacking her ass. “Now pee.”
I only got the test because I was almost positive that I didn’t see any of them tampons missing from the box. I was on some inspector gadget type shit but I had to be when shawty was acting like she ain’t want to have my baby. She wasn’t on birth control so I knew it was bound to happen but it was the longest process ever.
I wanted this baby so bad I went and learned about women ovulation and chances of getting pregnant. All the woman that were knocked made it seem like one hitta quittas was just enough to produce a child but damn was I wrong.
“Can I get privacy?”
“Your ass piss when I’m in the shower, why can’t you now?”
“Because you’re making me nervous,” she spat and I left out the bathroom shutting the door behind me because I knew she was bluffing.
While she did her thing I went in my safe and pulled out the box I’ve been ready to give her. I was waiting on the perfect time to propose and I think this was the perfect moment. Shit, I hope what I assumed was correct.
I sat on the bed looking at the ring. It was just right her. I wanted to get her some exclusive shit no matter how simple she was. I got my jeweler to design a ring that I knew she was going to love.
I was stuck staring at the ring in amazement that I was even taking this step in my life. It was one thing to have a girlfriend but pretty soon Camille Donigan was going to be Camille Moseley. My life would be amazing if that damn test confirmed I was going to add another Moseley to the family.
“Asahd,” she called out to me snatching me from my thoughts.
My legs felt like they were going to give out on me as I rose from the bed. I swallowed the lump in my throat and placed the box behind my back. I opened the door and Camille had a blank expression on her face. It only had me panicking thinking I was wrong.
“What does it say?”
She pointed at it and I got closer. One line wasn’t as vivid as the other but it was there and I snatched her up so fast and nearly squeezed the life out of her.
“I knew it! I fucking knew it!”
“You’re happy now?” she giggled as I kissed
her cheek.
“Nah, not yet.” I let her go and got down on my knee exposing the box. Her eyes popped out and she covered her face with her hands as she glanced at the sparkling diamond ring.
“I’ll be the happiest man on earth once you become my wife. Marry me.”
“You can’t ask?” she questioned me sucking her teeth as she held out her hand.
“Nope. Your mom did say you was going to give me whatever I wanted. It’s only right I demand that shit.”
Camille smirked and I stood up and wrapped her in my arms. I wanted her here with me forever. I didn’t care what it took. My story was going to end with her.
JOHAN
“Say something you will want your mom to know,” I heard Natavia instruct the boys.
I was wondering what she was up to but crept to the door to the backyard where I saw each of my sons with a white balloon.
Today was their mother’s birthday and we were so busy getting Zayne’s and Keira gender reveal together we didn’t do much to acknowledge her day.
It was awkward and I didn’t know how to approach the situation. I told my sons that it was her birthday and asked them if they wanted to do something before we headed out for the day. They only wanted to get a new arrangement of flowers to put at her urn where her ashes remained.
That was the hardest day of my life having to tell my sons their mother passed. It kind of felt like the day when mine checked out on us but for real for real it was incomparable. We failed with our relationship but she wasn’t a bad mother at all.
I never wanted to see my sons hurt but it was something I couldn’t stop. She was gone. When Unc told me the condition she was in when he arrived to Vegas it sound as if she was on her last leg. In less than a year she’s been through so much and I kind of wished I was there for her more than I was. I figured if I was around she may have still been here.
From the door I watched my son say they loved her and then Natavia told them to release the balloons. I watched the three balloons disappear in the dark night sky and blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes.
With lit candles they sat around in the grass and she asked them to share good memories they had. I opened the door and joined them on the grass and listened to them reminisce about their mother.
The mood lightened instantly as we laughed about memories I didn’t think they would remember or cared to remember. Who would’ve known kids paid attention to every details but they hit it right on the head on how amazing she was.
An hour went with us talking and it slowly drifted into the four of them joking around with each other. Jeremy fit right in with them perfectly because he was talking junk to them back. They were tight as fuck reminding me of my brothers just with an extra sibling.
Eventually we retreated back to the house and Natavia got them situated. Even though it was summer they weren’t allowed to be lounging around all over the house doing whatever they wanted. They each had their own room but they usually picked one room to stay in and played the game until they passed out.
“Oh my goodness. Tell me how the both of y’all dealt with three boys,” Natavia sighed closing the bedroom door behind her.
I patted the bed next to me so she can finally relax. I was wondering how long she was going to take with them knuckleheads.
“That was all their mama,” I admitted.
I was more so the strict parent since they were males and I had to discipline them. Tabitha was way more easy going and surprisingly they gave her no issues. It could’ve been because they knew once she complain I was on their ass. They loved and respected their mother so that was never an issue.
“She did well then. Jace and Jarod reminds me of Zayne and Asahd but they are really sweet kids.”
“Thank you,” I replied circling my arms around her once she finally got into the bed.
“Did I overstep my boundaries by doing that with the boys?” she questioned me.
“Nah, I think it was really dope of you. I honestly didn’t know how to deal with it since she haven’t been gone for a while but it was just what the boys needed.” I kissed her forehead. “I appreciate you for that.”
“I know a parent can’t ever be replaced and I don’t want them to feel like I’m bombarding their life and trying to erase their mother. I lost my father and my mom tried to act like he didn’t exists. I resented her for that because she never acknowledged my pain or took the time to help me cope.”
“They really love you, Natavia.”
“Wow, so fast?”
“You see they’re dad fell for you quickly. Why can’t they?”
She lifted her head to look me in my eyes and I smiled down at her.
“I still can’t believe it. You’re one of the best things that happened to Jeremy and I.”
“Oh man don’t pipe it,” I told her.
I hated when she praised me because I felt like I still had room to grow as a man and a father.
So far life was great. We all had a few bumps in the road and felt like things were getting worse but eventually things came around. Life had a way of changing and what you thought you wanted at one point of time wasn’t exactly what you needed. It was crazy we only learned and grew from mistakes and just like my brothers, I was soaking it all up in hope of growing more and then teach my young men to eventually be Kings.
The End!
