Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway 3: The FAM (Who Wants That Perfect Story Anyway)

by Natavia

  After the contractors left, I started locking up. I came a long-ass way. No one understood the shit I been through in all of my twenty-two years of life. I didn’t even know my parents. From what I heard my mom was a prostitute. She left me on the steps at some church on a cold-ass Sunday. I could’ve died! I was only a few days old, wrapped up in a thin-ass sheet in the middle of January. She had me in a shoebox—bitch didn’t give two fucks if I froze to death or not! I been in eight different foster homes because I was short-tempered. I stayed fucking a nigga up! Jamie knows all about my upbringing and she knows a nigga like me loves hard. I feel like she takes that shit for granted. I feel like me fucking Ashaun up shouldn’t have been a fucking issue. She shouldn’t have even opened her mouth about it.

  As I walked out, Jamie was getting out of her car with red eyes. I didn’t know what her ass was crying for. She always wanted someone to feel sorry for her! I was not going to, though. I could care less one way or the other about her feelings at this point.

  “What I tell you about wearing that tight-ass shit!” I told her. It was the middle of September and she had on some tight-ass pants and a shirt that showed too much cleavage. She had a blazer over it with some stilettos. I wasn’t going to lie, though, she looked good, too damn good. Her hazel eyes pierced through me. I knew she wore that shit on purpose to get my attention. She was a straight brat.

  “Why you haven’t been answering the fucking phone?” she snapped.

  “Because I didn’t fucking want too! Now, what’s up? Fuck you want?” I asked. I was getting tired of the games with her. She knew I was mad because she kept sticking up for that bitch-ass nigga.

  “Seriously? What the fuck has gotten into you?” she asked me.

  “Jamie, on some real shit, shorty! You can take your spoiled ass somewhere! You already know what my fucking problem is! You had the nerve screaming on me for fucking a nigga up that pulled your hair out of your fucking scalp! What’s next? Just tell me, am I wrong for caring about you? Am I wrong for defending you? Let me know how it’s going to be? I’m all man and I protect what the fuck is mines! I can’t be with a female who gets mad because I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing! What you looking for is a little ass boy who kisses your ass and lets you call all the shots! Shorty, at the rate you are going, you will never be able to keep a nigga! Now, if you don’t mind, I have shit to do so I will holla at you later!” I told her.

  “That’s it? Fuck me? All because of what you did was wrong? You beat the hell out of him! He didn’t mean to do it! Look at the circumstances! I am in a relationship with his homeboy!”

  “You a stupid-ass bitch!” I told her. I have never called her one in her face before, no matter how much she done pissed me off. But someone had to tell her and I was tired of biting my tongue. This broad was getting me out of character.

  “What the fuck you just say to me?” she asked, getting in my face.

  “You a stupid-ass bitch! You heard me the first fucking time! Here you have a good-ass man, but every time I turn around, it’s some bullshit!” I yelled in her face.

  “Who the fuck are you?” she cried.

  “The nigga you want me to be because treating your ass like a queen ain’t cutting it for me! I think you like when a nigga beat your ass and curse you out! If you really fucked with me, we wouldn’t even be arguing about that punk-ass bitch! Yo, you funny as shit!” I laughed.

  “Killa, he has to eat from a fucking straw because you broke his jaw! I had to go to the hospital to make sure he was okay!”

  I did something I never really did and that was pray. I needed to because I was ready to strangle this bitch! Did this broad just tell me she went to the hospital to check on a nigga whose ass I just whipped for putting his hands on her?

  “What the fuck you just say? That’s why you got that tight-ass shit on?” I asked.

  She didn’t answer me. She looked guilty. I didn’t know if she was trying to look sexy for him because she stayed wearing tight shit. I think she was guilty because it slipped out she didn’t want me to know. It was all good, though, because I was done with her.

  “What we got going on is over!” I told her. She burst out in tears and apologized over and over. She started grabbing on my shirt as I tried getting into my car. People driving by were looking at us like we were crazy. She ripped my shirt and everything. She scratched my neck so I pushed her.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked, shoving her. I was surprised by her behavior, though. She fucked my whip up before so she wasn’t surprising me. This bitch was crazy for real!

  “You are not doing this shit to me!” she cried.

  “Yo, it’s over!” I shouted.

  “Naw, nigga, I disagree!” she said boldly. In some crazy way my dick got brick hard.

  Now I’m following her back to her crib because she was making a big scene and the shit was embarrassing. As soon as we get into the door, our clothes comes off.

  “YESSSSSSSSSS! FUCK ME!” she screamed as I plunged into her pussy. She was taking the dick! I grabbed the back of her neck forcing her face into the pillow, muffling her screams. I plunged in and out of her, showing no mercy. Her muscles gripped my dick then I slapped her ass.

  “Oh yesss, smack it again!” she screamed, throwing her ass back. I brought my hand back down on it again, smacking it harder. She got wetter as she tightened around my dick.

  “FUCK!” I groaned, slamming into her. She must have gotten something in her pussy because this shit was feeling too good. I pulled out of her then spread her cheeks wide open, sticking my tongue inside her. Her body shuttered as she raised her ass higher in the air. I had her cheeks parted like how Moses split the Red Sea.

  I brought her down on my tongue as I stiffened it and fucked her with it. She reached back and inserted her middle finger inside her ass. She moaned louder and I could tell she was ready to come. I latched onto her pussy and sucked on it, making sloppy kiss sounds.

  “Ooweeeee… ughhhhh!” she moaned, coming on my tongue. I lay down behind her and cocked one of her legs up as I held my dick to insert it inside of her. I have never fucked her in this position before but I knew she was ready to get the shock of her life. I slid it in slowly and she hissed. I put one of my legs on top of hers as I held the other one up. I started going slow then I sped up hitting her spot over and over again.

  “What the fuck are you doing to me?” she screamed. I reached to the front of her fondling her breasts as I hammered into her.

  “Play with that pussy!” I told her, placing wet kisses on her neck as I stroked her in a spooning position. She started playing with her clit.

  “No nigga will ever fuck you like I can!” I told her because this was our last time. Her juices started running down my dick and balls, leaving a puddle underneath us. The way I had her pussy swishing, you would’ve thought I was fucking her on a waterbed. I sped up, filling her with my seed. I was trying to catch my breath as her pussy muscles milked my dick until it went completely limp.

  Afterward, I got up to get dressed. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asked.

  “I told you I had shit to do!” I lied.

  “Are you coming back?” she asked, kissing me. I kissed her back to convince her I was but the truth was I wasn’t coming back. I was serious when I told her it was over. I knew it was common for me to do her like that but she wouldn’t let me leave. So, I pulled the easy way out and fucked her to calm her down. That shit worked every time.

  I was in my car going through my Cd’s, and right after I put in my “Reasonable Doubt” and start backing out, she texted me. I opened it up and there was a picture of a positive pregnancy test. It read, “Your ass is stuck with me! I will be expecting you back later!” Something told me to look up at the window and when I did she was looking right down at me.

  Damn, now I was stuck with this confused-ass broad!

  Jamie

  I know I’m going to hell for lying to Killa like that. I had screens
hot the photo from my Instagram. I cropped the background out. Females are always taking pictures of their pregnancy tests so it wasn’t hard. I knew he was serious about leaving me and I panicked. By me not being able to carry children I would just wait until my period comes on to fake a miscarriage. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I really did love that man. Although, Ashaun did what he did I knew he didn’t mean it. Killa whipped his ass really bad and I felt like it was my fault.

  It was my fault because I wasted five years of his life. I basically played with his feelings and strung him along knowing that I wasn’t in love with him. Killa thinks it’s because I still had feelings for him but that’s not the case. I really did feel like it was all my fault for playing with his heart like that. I feel like I deserved it after I sat down the day he did it and thought about it. At the same time, it almost caused me to lose my man again.

  So, I pulled the grimy card and lied about being pregnant, knowing how bad he wanted a baby. I dug a hole for myself, but like I said, I panicked.

  I heard him running up the steps and I knew he was excited. I wanted to cry because I was crushing him again. Why did love make us do things that we shouldn’t? They say hate is a strong emotion and I wouldn’t even wish something like this on my worst enemy. But yet I was doing something I wouldn’t wish on an enemy to someone I loved and couldn’t live without.

  He grabbed me and hugged me as he put kisses all over my face. A tear slipped from my eyes. I was hurting him once again but I was too selfish to let him go.

  “It’s nothing but bed rest for you from now on because of your situation. Call Gary and tell him to take over until the baby comes. I don’t want you on your feet and I want you to eat right and not stress about anything! We going to have this baby, I can feel it!” he said kissing me all over my cheeks. I burst into tears then he hugged me.

  “I know. It’s okay, shorty, your man not going anywhere. I’m going to be here every step of the way! We are going to deal with this together regardless of the circumstances,” he said. Damn, he was a good man and I knew I didn’t deserve him.

  Camren

  “Come on, beautiful! Push!” Royal coaches me. I went into labor while Royal was digging my back out. He was stroking, and when my water broke, his silly ass was going to say, “Damn, Cam I swear this is the best pussy I ever had. I can’t even stop knowing that your water broke,” he said. I wanted to fuck him up! His nasty ass was enjoying the feeling.

  “Leave me the fuck alone!” I said as I pushed. I was having him naturally with no epidural. When I was brought to the hospital the crown of his head was peeking out. They told me it was too late! The nerve of these people! I was in tears when they told me that I couldn’t get an epidural. I cursed Royal out because it was his fault. He should’ve been stopped, but instead, he kept going knowing what was happening. Now, I had to feel every rip and tear that my son was about to give me.

  “One more push and he is out of there!” Dr. Gibson said to me.

  “ARRGHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed as I felt him tearing me wide open down to my ass crack. Few moments later there was a piercing cry and my baby boy was finally out. Royal and I had been together for a year and half and so much had happened in that short period of time. You would’ve thought we were together forever.

  On September 20, 2014 at 11:00 p.m. Royal Desmond Kane Jr. was born.

  After they cleaned him up, Royal held him and tears ran down his face. “I didn’t think I was going to live to see my son born, Cam,” he said. Tears were falling from my eyes because I didn’t think he’d be witnessing it either. When he slipped into a coma I thought that would’ve been it. God is good every time.

  I held him after they brought him from weighing him and examining him. He was a beautiful baby, he almost resembled Coren when she was born, he just wasn’t as dark as her. He had my slanted eyes and jet-black hair framing his face. It wasn’t curly it was bone-straight. He had his father’s nose and lips. He looked like a little, brown Chinese baby. Parker was with Koran. I couldn’t believe how he matured and that he and Royal squashed the beef.

  I might have played a part in it but I was sick of it all. I just wanted my life to be peaceful.

  Corey and Tee-Tee were still on vacation. It had been over a week. They were supposed to have gotten back yesterday. But Corey called and said they had to delay the flight because Tee-Tee was feeling sick.

  Half an hour later the rest of the family came in. “He is so handsome!” my mom said while my father held him. They were going to spoil him rotten especially my father because he wanted a son. I was the only child.

  “Come on, Moe! Let me hold my grandson, you hogging him!” Pam snapped playfully at my dad and he laughed.

  “When are we getting a chance?” Jamie asked referring to her and Killa.

  “Where is Coren and Tee-Tee’s brothers since you are watching them until they get back? My mom and Pam are here so I know they got to be somewhere. You didn’t leave Coren with them boys, did you?” I asked.

  “Nope!” Raja and Tataliscious are at my house watching them!” she snapped.

  “Corey is whipping your ass!” I told Jamie. She just shrugged her shoulders. Corey was going to raise all hell if he found out Tataliscious and Raja was watching his daughter. I can see the outcome of it now.

  Ashaun never came but that’s understandable. He couldn’t be around Killa and, if I were Ashaun, I wouldn’t want to be after the way Killa whipped his ass. We still didn’t know the real reason Killa whipped his ass but it had Jamie written all over it. She could pretend she didn’t know why, but I knew it was because of her.

  Two days in the hospital and I was finally going home. As soon we got home Alita started throwing shade. Royal only had a few weeks left for physical therapy and I was glad because that bitch needed to go. I had been avoiding her but I was tired of doing that when it should be the opposite way. This was my fucking house!

  “Ohhhhh, let me see him!” she said, reaching her hands out. I kept telling this hoe that she works for Royal and Royal only. Who the hell does she think she is? The fucking nanny?

  “I think not! You didn’t even wash your hands!” I snapped. I just wanted to get in bed with my newborn baby. I couldn’t wait until Parker came home later to see her little brother.

  She rolled her eyes then walked off. I turned to Royal. “Two more weeks of that bitch!” I said loud enough so she could hear me.

  “Calm down, Cam! The good thing is that I can jog a little bit now!” he reminded me. I will admit, she had done a good job getting him back to normal but there was only one queen in this castle and it was me!

  I lay R.J in his basinet when the doorbell rang. I got up to open it and it was Koran. Royal must have told him where we lived which shocked the hell out of me. I guess he was really trying to do the right thing but I was still mad at Koran for starting that fight. He just had to run his big-ass mouth.

  “Mommmmyyyyy!” Parker ran to me. I was still a little sore so I couldn’t pick her up.

  “How the hell do you know where we live?” I asked him.

  “I told him! The nigga has a right to know where his daughter lays her head at,” Royal said from behind me. Royal is funny, he was trying to be the bigger person but here he was watching us like we were up to something. He knew who was at the door. You had to buzz the intercom so the gates could open. You could see who buzzed it right on the monitor in the kitchen.

  “Give daddy a kiss before he leaves,” Koran said to Parker. He bent down and she smacked her lips on his cheeks. I smiled because it was the cutest thing actually seeing them interact with each other. Koran had come a long way because, when she was born, he avoided her although we were all living under the same roof. He didn’t step up until she was around a year old. Parker had two men in her life who really cared for her.

  “Okay, y’all be easy and congratulations on the new addition!” he said.

  “You want to see him?” I asked.

  “If th
at’s okay with your man,” he responded. Royal had a blank look on his face but he told Koran to follow him.

  We were all in the den watching Parker play with her little brother’s hand.

  “He looks just like y’all! He’s going to be getting all the little girls in school!” Koran laughed.

  “Same shit I said!” Royal said. Alita came out of her room.

  “Royal, it’s time for your thirty-minute treadmill session,” she said rudely.

  “I’m going to be heading out!” Koran said. I excused myself to walk him to the door.