Yo' Boo Been Creepin' With Me

by Angie Hayes

  I went to the bathroom to wash off my dick real quick. When I came back out she was still laying on bed naked smoking a blunt.

  “So I saw your lil woman at the mall the other day in Best Buy.” She tells me smirking.

  “How do you know what my woman looks like?” I questioned looking at her like she’s crazy.

  One thing I’ve never done was deny Kema. I never wanted to give these bitches false hope into thinking that they would have anything more with me then a quick fuck.

  “I saw you guys together in pictures quite a few times after either your games, parties you attended, on the blogs and on all the social networks.” She replied blowing smoke out in circles.

  I just shook my head while I bent down to put my shoes on. I hated a woman that smoked. The shit ain’t sexy at all! Seeing that the bitch has already served her purpose, it’s now time for me to go.

  “Ok you seen her so what?” I said nonchalantly.

  “Yeah, I was with my other home girl who was with me at the club that night and you should have seen her face when my friend brought up your name. She tried to act like she didn’t hear us but we know she did.” She said laughing.

  I stood up after I was completely dressed and took forty dollars out of my wallet. I tossed it onto the bed where she was laying.

  “Thanks for the fuck. You bitches will never learn.” I said laughing before I turned to walk out of the door.

  The look on her face was priceless! I got into my car and headed to Katrina’s spot to check on her. As I’m driving, I think back to when blondie told me how Kema heard her talking about me in the club. Normally when Kema hear or see things on these dumb ass blogs, she doesn’t hesitate to confront me about it. I find it odd that she didn’t say anything to me about it this time. Maybe it’s because she finally learned that I hate to be questioned.

  I pulled up in my parking space at Katrina’s townhome and went inside. She was in the kitchen pouring what looked like some hot tea in a cup. I looked at her as she stood there in nothing but a form fitted night shirt that exposed the plumpness of her breast and showcased her hard nipples. I must admit, this pregnancy is looking good on her.

  “Hey baby momma.” I said laughing kissing her on the cheek.

  “Don’t call me that Rashaad, You know I hate that.” she protested rolling her eyes.

  Even though Katrina was looking fine physically, I could tell that this first trimester was weighing her down. She was constantly sick.

  “I’m sorry. How are you feeling?” I asked as we both went to sit down on the couch.

  I reached for her feet, placed them in my lap and started to massage them. The more I realized that Katrina was pregnant with my child, the more my feelings were starting to grow for her. I knew it was the connection of our baby.

  “I’ve been feeling the usual. Wake up, throw up, lay down, and throw up. I try to put something in my stomach and I throw up.” She complained sounding exhausting. “The only thing that soothes the nausea is this ginger tea.” She picked up her cup and took a sip from it.

  “Well like I said baby it’s just the first trimester. I’m sure it’ll be over soon.” I assured her while still rubbing her feet.

  “I know, but the worst thing is having to deal with this all by myself. I miss you baby and I hate the fact that I still have to not only go to sleep, but wake up alone as well. Or even when it comes to getting the things I need out of the kitchen when I don’t have the strength because my head has been in the toilet all damn day.” Katrina said crying.

  I felt bad seeing her like this. Katrina never really complained before, so I didn’t know she was feeling this bad.

  “Rashaad listen, I know I’m not number one in your life. I also know I don’t share your bed every night. What I do know is that I’m about to give you the one thing you have always wanted that nobody else has given you, regardless of how long they have been with you.” She said to me.

  I know she was directing that to Kema, and she was right. If only things were different at home. I know it’s bad to think this, but I really did wish that it was Kema that was carrying my child and not her cousin, but it wasn’t. I couldn’t change the way things ended up turning out. Considering the fact that Katrina was taking birth control pills when this happened and Kema hasn’t been on birth control at all and has yet to get pregnant is just a sign that this was how it was meant to be.

  “You’re right Katrina, and I’m sorry you feel this way. What is it that you want me to do?” I asked her sincerely.

  “I want you to experience every moment of this pregnancy with me Rashaad! I don’t want a fly by baby daddy who calls me baby momma. I think I deserve much more than this!” Katrina yelled waving her hand around the room.

  I listened to everything she said attentively and knew what I had to do. Problem was, I loved Kema and I wasn’t ready to exactly let her go just yet. I mean, I know I do some fucked up shit to her, but overall I know she really is a good and loyal woman. I was the first and only nigga that she has ever been in love with. I was the one who popped that cherry. It’s just that lately, it seems like that she just doesn’t have anything to offer me anymore. When I first met her, her sweet innocence was what I loved so much about her. I knew she was pure, especially since I took her virginity. She also gave up her college dream of becoming a psychologist with no hesitation to follow me here. Not many women would have done that for a boyfriend.

  Even with that said, I feel like I’ve thanked her more than enough for her sacrifices. I moved her into my seven bedroom six bath mini mansion. I make sure she drives the newest and flyest whip, our bills stay paid, I even have my agent deposit money into her account every month; not to mention she has a closet full of designer clothes, shoes and purses. All I have asked for in return was for her to make me a father. When we tried In vitro and it failed, the doctor told us to try to conceive naturally, but that hasn’t worked either. I don’t know what the hell the problem is. I know one thing for certain and that’s that I’m sure as hell not getting no damn surrogate.

  I may not love Katrina, but at least when it comes to her I never have to ask for anything. From sneaky around all through high school up until now she always somehow met my needs.

  “You do know that I would have to completely break things off with Kema in order to give you all of me right?” I informed her.

  “It’s not just giving me what I want. It’s giving our baby what he or she deserves.” She voiced as she placed my hand over her stomach.

  I felt her little bump and smiled.

  “I’ll handle things on my end, just be a little more patient baby and I promise you won’t be disappointed.” I assured her.

  I ended up staying until she fell asleep. When I was ready to go I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom and laid her in the bed. After I was finished I locked up and left to go home. Once I got to the house, I walked inside and found Kema on the couch asleep. There was a book lying next to her and the TV was on. Instantly my heart softened at the beautiful sight in front of me. I looked at her debating how I should handle the situation I was in. I felt like I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I had now developed a love/hate relationship for Kema. Here I was hoping that me beating her ass every once in a while would force her to leave me, but through it all she still sticks around. I would never chose Katrina over Kema, but I wasn’t about to be absent from my child life either. I had some decisions to make.

  KATRINA

  I figured that it was time that I gave Rashaad a push as to what it is he was planning to do about Kema. I know how niggas like him operate. They’ll sit around and leave things as they are because they are comfortable, but I wasn’t having that shit. Rashaad was about to realize that it was either me and his baby, or Kema and her fucked up uterus. Since I moved to Atlanta I had to be very discreet about my cousin seeing me, but today was the day I decided that she was gonna know that I was here. After I finished my morning routine of throwing up my guts
, I showered. Once I was done showering, I started to get dress. As I stared at myself in the mirror looking over my tight frame, I begin to get depressed thinking about how my body was about to change. My skin was stretching and I was about to lose my flat and toned stomach for a while, but it’ll all be worth it in the end. Once I was finished getting dressed, I headed out the door.

  On the drive over to their house, I already had my story straight as to how I explain how I knew where they lived. I was just going to pop up on her ass just so I could see what was really going on over there. Rashaad was constantly telling me how things were fucked up at home and how miserable he intentionally made Kema. If that was all true, she would be more than willing to tell me everything. I knew Rashaad was at voluntarily football camp with his team, so I knew he wouldn’t be there. After about thirty minutes, I finally pulled up to their community.

  I informed the security guard at the front entrance that I was here to see my cousin, Kema Haughton. He took my information along with my ID and let me through. When I pulled up to their circular driveway, my blood started to boil. When I followed Rashaad home before I only stopped at the gate, so I didn’t know just how well they were living until now. There was no in hell I was gonna continue to let this bitch keep lying up like a queen and living large! I got out my car and marched up to the door. I had to ring the doorbell twice before Kema finally answered.

  “Oh my God Katrina what are you doing here?” Kema asked me as she pulled me into a hug.

  I hugged her back and stepped into the threshold of the house.

  “Well I wanted to surprise you! I just moved here about a month ago, and once I got settled I decided to pay you a visit. I got your address from Auntie Annie. I begged her not to tell you I was here.” I said lying my ass off.

  “Well this is definitely a surprise! I’m so glad you are here! It’s good to finally have family here in Atlanta. Come in, do yo want anything to drink?” Kema offered.

  I walked deeper into the house and was amazed at how nice it was! The vaulted ceilings and the marble floors were beautiful. I could tell Kema had done the decorating, because although it was nice, it was also boring.

  “Yes girl if you have any ginger ale I’ll take some.” I said.

  I was starting to feel nauseous again. I was hoping that the ginger ale would settle my stomach. I followed her into the kitchen.

  “Sure we have some.” She went into the refrigerator. ”Here you go cuz.” Kema said a few moments later when she handed me a glass. “So what made you decide to make this move to the A?” She asked as we took as seat at the kitchen island.

  I took a drink of the ginger ale and slowly exhaled before I answered.

  “My baby daddy.” I revealed smiling and rubbing my stomach.

  “Oh my God Katrina you’re pregnant? Congratulations!” Kema exclaimed as she jumped up gave me another hug again.

  “Yeah girl. I ended up snatching me up a paid nigga and now I’m pregnant.” I said to her, leaving out the fact that it was actually her nigga I snatched up.

  “Yo’ ass was always following the money trail.” Kema laughed.

  “Well you know how I do. If he ain’t paid, then he ain’t worth my time.” I admitted. “This time I really lucked up with a big fish.” I grinned.

  I was having a ball sitting here in her house, gloating about being pregnant by her man and she didn’t even know it.

  “Well whatever the case may be, I am so happy for you. Children are a blessing no matter how they were conceived.” Kema replied looking down at the floor.

  From the look on her face, I could tell she was now feeling some type of way about my pregnancy. It was the perfect opportunity for me to get all the information I wanted out of her ass.

  “What’s wrong boo, why are you looking so down? Is everything ok with you and Rashaad?” I asked trying my best to sound concerned.

  “Oh girl I’m good! Rashaad and I are great! I’m just a little tired from last night that’s all.” Kema told me smiling. She then got up and started to wipe down the counter with the sponge from the sink.

  Growing up, when Kema was nervous about anything, she would always find something to do to take her mind off of things. From the looks of it I see that somethings still haven’t changed.

  “Well that’s good to hear cuz. Speaking of Rashaad, where is he I want to say hi?” I asked trying to see if his ass was really here or not.

  “He’s out at the moment, but since you’re here in the A you’ll definitely have the opportunity to see him.” She responded.

  “Cool then. Listen, I’m going to go ahead and get out of here. I have some errands to run. Let’s exchange numbers so we can link up since I’m here now. We can really catch up.” I suggested as I took my phone out. After we exchanged numbers, I gave her a half ass hug and left.

  As soon as I was getting in my car, I saw Rashaad pulling up behind me. I could see the shocked look on his face in my rearview mirror. He quickly jumped out of his car with his gym bag in tow and started walking quickly over toward my driver side window. I immediately put my car in reverse and backed out of their driveway smirking at his ass. I laughed out loud as I pulled out of their division. I know his ass is wondering what I was doing at his house. I’m sure he was, but more worried about if I had blown his little cover with Kema.

  Fuck it let his ass sweat for a while worrying, because I’m just getting started.

  RASHAAD

  I almost shit bricks when I saw Katrina leaving my driveway. What the fuck was she doing here? When I tried to step to her car to ask her what was going on, she just pulled off grinning like some shit was about to go down. After she left, I was still standing in my driveway confused as hell as to what was happening.. I wanted to pull out my phone and call her, but decided to deal with her later. I headed into the house to see if shit was about to hit the fan.

  “Hey baby.” Kema sang as soon as I walked through the door.

  She was in the kitchen doing what looked like cooking lunch. I still was unsure of what Katrina was doing at my house, so I entered the kitchen with caution just in case a damn frying pan was gone come flying towards my head.

  “What’s up boo?” I answered her back calmly.

  “How was your workout?”

  “It was straight. Who was that I just saw just leaving out the driveway?” I asked getting straight to the point.

  “Oh, that was my cousin Katrina. She surprised me and came over. She said that she had just recently moved here and that my mother gave her our address.” Kema replied as she was seasoning the cut up vegetables inside the skillet.

  “Oh yeah, that’s what’s up.” I said nonchalantly as I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

  “And that’s not all. She also said that she moved here to be with her baby daddy. From what she’s told me this guy has a lot of money.” Kema explained as she continued to cook.

  Upon hearing that, I almost chocked on the water I was drinking. Good thing her back was to me because she would have seen that. What the fuck was Katrina up in here telling her?

  “Damn.” Was all I could muster up and say.

  “I know right. You remember how she was in high school? She got around, but hey that’s Katrina.” Kema shrugged. “Anyway, I hope you worked up an appetite because I’m making some stir fry with plantains and shrimp rice.”

  I wasn’t thinking about food at the moment. I was more concerned with Katrina and what she was trying to do, but knowing how Kema got down in the kitchen I wasn't about to turn down her cooking.

  “Sounds good. Let me go shower and change and I’ll be back down.” I said to her and headed upstairs.

  Once I got into my master bath, I turned the shower on so it can drown out the sounds and took a seat on the toilet. I then pulled my phone out and called Katrina.

  “Hello.” She sang into the phone when she answered it.

  “Yo’, what was you doing here earlier Katrina?” I asked.

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�Uh, I came to visit my cousin Rashaad.” She answered as if it was no big deal.

  “That’s bullshit and you know it. We had an agreement that Kema wouldn’t know that you were here!” I retorted trying not to yell into the phone at her hardheaded ass.

  “Whatever Rashaad.” She dismissed me. ”Look I’m tired of having to hide out in the background here. Besides, all I did was stop by and let her know that I was here that was it!”

  “Yeah, right along with telling her that not only are you were pregnant but yo so called baby daddy is paid. What the fuck are you trying to do Katrina?”

  “Look it’s not like I told her who my baby daddy is, so chill the fuck out! I have to go. I have to feed your seed.” Katrina said as she hung up the phone in my face.

  I continued to sit on the toilet. The bathroom was now completely fogged up now from the steam. I don’t know what Katrina angle is, but she better get her shit together because I need for my shit to stay in order just like it is.

  KEMA

  The visit from Katrina was surprising. She was the last person I expected to see at my front door. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love my cousin. We used to be so close. She and I were thick as thieves when we were growing up, but we started drifting apart when were about thirteen. That was around the time when Katrina started to fill out. With puberty making changes to her body came the attention of the boys. I, on the other hand was still the flat chested shy girl waiting on puberty to knock on my door.

  That summer before we were to start the 8th grade, Katrina spent the whole summer at my house like she normally did. This time when she came, the cutest boy in the neighborhood name Ethan noticed how much Katrina was developing and started liking her. I was secretly jealous because I had always had a crush on Ethan, but of course he never noticed me. Katrina was the only person that knew how I felt about Ethan, so imagine my surprise when one day I was outside looking for her and found the two of them on the side of the house kissing and rubbing up on one another.

  I didn’t even say anything. I just turned around and went back into the house, where I went to my room and started to cry. I couldn’t understand how my cousin could betray me like that. I know Ethan wasn’t my boyfriend, hell he barely looked at me! Still, Katrina knew how much I liked him. We used to stay up late every night talking about boys so she knew about my crush on Ethan. About ten minutes later, Katrina came into my room.