“Heyyy pretty,” I said, bending down to give her a hug. She wrapped her little arms around my neck and hugged me back.
“Hi Auntie Mani,” she said.
Bria was so beautiful. Those deep dimples and those hazel eyes, mixed with her long pretty hair, was everything. Today she had it in cute braids with clear beads at the end. She was wearing a white and red Robin shirt and white Robin jeans with the red wings on the back, with her red Timberland boots. I gave Breesha a hug and we all walked inside the house. Breesha walked inside the kitchen while I walked Bria into the den to put some cartoons on for her.
“Auntie, look at my nails,” she said while I stood up, trying to find something for her to watch. I looked at her nails and they were so pretty. She had all of them a light pink but her ring finger was white.
“That’s pretty Bria. You picked the colors out by yourself?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she stated proudly with a big smile on her face.
I forgot that Bria loved to watch Frozen, so I went to On Demand and put it on for her while I went in the kitchen to talk to Breesha.
“Why are you eating this nasty ass soup?” she asked, taking the spoon that I had to eat with out of her mouth. I walked over to her and popped her hand.
“Move girl, this soup is not nasty,” I said, sitting up on the stool.
“It is nasty, so what you had to tell me?” she asked, sitting in the stool next to me.
“So this morning, I’m in the shower and when I get out, Rashard standing in the bedroom with a pissed off look on his face. I didn’t know what the hell he was mad about. We had just got done fuckin, so I didn’t know what the hell his problem was. I asked him what was wrong and this nigga threw the damn pamphlet to the clinic that I had went to the other day–”
“You lying,” Breesha interrupted me.
“I’m serious, so let me finish. I played dumb and bent down to pick it up, acting like I didn’t know what it was. I knew exactly what it was when I walked out of the bathroom. This nigga threw my ass to the wall, yelling at me and trying to see if I had got an abortion. I was crying because I was pissed that this nigga would even ask me some dumb shit like that, let alone put his hands on me. So then this nigga drove us to the doctor, just to see if I had went and got an abortion.”
Breesha burst out laughing. I sucked my teeth and walked over to the cabinet to get my crackers out.
“That’s what your ass get. That was real dumb, Imani. Getting an abortion shouldn’t have even been a thought to cross your mind. How he even found the pamphlet anyways?” she asked.
“I left the shit in my purse. When I was in the shower, he told me my phone was ringing, so I told him to answer it for me, so that’s how he found it. I had completely forgot that I even had that shit in there,” I said, sitting back down.
“You real dumb for that. You lucky that man didn’t kill your ass,” she said. I was so annoyed, and Breesha wasn’t making the shit no better.
“Where he at anyway?” she asked, noticing that Rashard wasn’t there.
“He talking about he had to go to the shop to handle some business with his lying ass. He just want to go over there and be around those dirty bitches that be all in his face,” I said pissed.
Breesha laughed, “Imani, you need help girl. I’m about to go. I don’t want to be nowhere near here when Shard come home,” she said, standing up. We walked in the den, and Bria was knocked out on the couch.
“She do this every time. She be hard down crying for me to put on Frozen for her, and she always end up falling asleep,” Breesha said, walking over to Bria and picking her up from off the couch. She carried Bria, with her head resting on her shoulder. After she turned around, I walked them to the front door.
“Alright Mani, call me later. And don’t do no dumb shit when Rashard come home. Remember, your ass is pregnant, you don’t need to do nothing that can or will harm the baby,” she preached.
I nodded my head and closed the door. I activated the alarm system and climbed the stairs and walked inside the bedroom. I got in the bed and sent Rashard a text.
Me: When are you coming home?
Shard: When I’m ready!
Me: Fuck you! You can stay your ass out there all damn day for all I care!
Shard: You need a nap! Take your ass to sleep and stop trying to start shit. I’ll be home by the time you wake up.
I didn’t even respond to his ass. I sat my phone on the nightstand and crawled under the covers. I laid there for a few minutes, just thinking how my life was getting ready to change in a few more months. Hearing my baby’s heart beat today had me ready for him or her to enter this world. I no longer was going to live my life trying to satisfy my mother. If me having a baby wasn’t good enough for her and would cause her to turn her back on me, then fuck her–straight up. After over thinking myself into a headache, I threw the covers over my head, and I was knocked out in about two minutes. Rashard was right–I did need a nap!
Chapter 3: Breesha
I was so damn tired. I’d been up since 6:30 this morning because Bria spent the night with us last night, and I had to wake up early to get her ready for school. It was 6 p.m. now, and I was just walking in the house. Bria’s mom, Sharice, picked her up from school today. I planned on going home to my house tonight but Dontae insisted on me coming over to his house, and the nigga wasn’t even here yet. I took off my heels and headed upstairs. I just needed a minute to sit down. I had been on my feet all day, and I didn’t even get a chance to take my break because it was so busy in my store all day.
After sitting on the bed for another ten minutes, I eventually got up and went inside of the closet and searched to see if I had any more clean pajamas left over here. I couldn’t find any, so I went inside Dontae’s dresser and pulled out an old Miami heat jersey. I had clean panties and bras over here, so I took them from out of the drawer as well.
Twenty minutes later, I was stepping out of the shower with the towel wrapped around my body. I dried my body off, lotioned myself with my Love Spell lotion by Victoria’s Secret, and threw on the jersey, which stopped mid-thigh. I slipped into my house shoes and headed downstairs to cook something up. I decided that I would prepare baked chicken, yellow rice, and vegetables. If it was up to me I wouldn’t have ate, but I knew that Dontae would come home from work hungry, and what type of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t feed my man? I was back and forth between the kitchen and the den, trying to watch Empire and cook at the same time. If Dontae was here right now, he would have cursed me out. He hated when I cooked and tried to watch TV at the same time. He swore that I was going to fuck around and burn up the damn house.
Forty-five minutes later, I was taking the chicken from out the oven. I heard when Dontae came in the house. He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His tall and muscular frame towered over my small, short frame. He easily lifted me up and sat me down on the counter. I wrapped my arms around his neck, while he proceeded to kiss me on my lips. I loved kissing my man. His lips were so full and juicy. If I could, I would lay up under him and kiss him all day.
“I missed you all day,” I said after I pulled away from him.
“Really? I can’t tell with that slick shit you was spitting on the phone earlier. Acting like you didn’t want to spend the night over here with a nigga,” he said, and the scowl that he was sporting made him look even sexier.
“Baby, don’t act like that. If anything I don’t have any more clothes over here, that’s why I wanted to go to my house,” I said, kissing those irresistible lips again.
“I keep telling your little hard-headed ass to just move in here with a nigga. You not tired of going back and forth from your house and mine?” Dontae asked me, aggravated.
I jumped down off the counter, because I wasn’t in the mood to have this conversation with him again. Yes, I loved Dontae, but I didn’t know if I was ready to move in with him yet. Plus, I didn’t want to leave Mani by herself at the house either, es
pecially while she was pregnant.
“So you just gon’ act like you ain’t hear a nigga, right?” Dontae asked me.
“Baby I hear you, just give me some time to think about it,” I said, turning off the rice cooker.
“Man Breesha, you been saying that same shit for weeks now. What’s so fuckin hard about moving in here?” he asked. I sucked my teeth and walked into the den, and sat down on the couch.
“You selfish as hell yo,” Dontae said, then went upstairs.
If me not knowing whether or not I was ready to move in with him made me selfish, then so be it. I had to really take the time out and think about that before I jumped into a big decision like that. Most times, relationships didn’t work out because the couples moved way too fast. I didn’t want that to happen with Dontae and I. I didn’t want to make any mistakes with him that would cause us to break up. I knew for a fact that this was the man that I wanted to be with in the long run, so with that being said, I was going to hold off for a while until I made that big step. Right now, I’m about to eat, feed my man, and fuck him real good because I didn’t want him mad at me.
Nae
Life for me had been okay for the most part. Since I started taking classes though, I felt like I rarely saw my husband anymore. He would be at the studio during the day, while I would be home. I had classes Monday through Thursday at night, so when I would leave to go out, Sincere still wouldn’t be home. My night class was from 7 p.m. until 10:30 p.m. Some nights when I would come home, Sin would be home but he would be sleep, or some nights he wouldn’t be home at all; but for the most part, I had been keeping myself extremely busy, and I wasn’t constantly calling my husband trying to see about his whereabouts. I hated that every night I had to drive and get my daughter from my mom’s house when I would get from class. I would feel so sorry for my baby, because she would be so tired the next morning getting ready for school. I didn’t want to put the hassle on my mother by letting Janiya sleep over there throughout the week, which is why I went and picked her up every night.
I pulled up to my mom’s house, turned the car off, and got out. I walked up to the door, used my key, and walked inside the house. I walked into my mother’s room and she was sleep with the TV on, but it was on mute. I gently tapped her on the shoulder and she instantly woke up.
“Hey ma, I’m here. I’m going to go get my baby,” I said.
“Alright Nae, lock the door when you leave,” she said, with her eyes still closed.
I walked down the hall to my daughter’s room that she had over at my mom’s house and opened the door, and my baby girl was knocked out with her thumb in her mouth. I pulled the covers off her and stood her up from the bed.
“Niy baby, it’s Mommy, come on so we can go home and you can go back to sleep,” I told her.
My baby rubbed her eyes and tried to lay her head on my chest as I was putting her sweater on. Once I had put her shoes on, I lifted her up and carried her to the car. I locked the front door and headed to my car. I sat my daughter in her car seat and got in the car and headed home. I swear, I was so damn tired. Something had to fuckin give. Sincere acts like he can’t pick up our daughter when he leaves the studio. I swear, sometimes he can be real fuckin selfish. He expected me to do everything, and I honestly wasn’t this superwoman that he thought I was. I had been only doing this for the past month or so, and I was already drained from it all. Going to school, I could handle, but it was the drive that I had to take to my mother’s house that was causing me to become tired like this.
Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling up to our home. After I got my daughter from the back, I headed to front door. I walked inside the house, and the only light downstairs was the one on in the den. It was so hard trying to carry Janiya and hold this big ass purse on my shoulder at the same time. I took the steps and put my daughter in her bed. I took off her shoes and jacket, and tucked her in. After I kissed her forehead, I sat down on the floor exhausted. I was mentally and physically drained. After five minutes of sitting there with my knees pulled up and resting my head on them, I got up off the floor and went inside my bedroom. I found my husband laying on the bed, with a blunt hanging from his mouth. The way he was sitting there was like he didn’t have a fuckin care in the world.
“How long you been here Sin?” I asked, hanging my purse on the door knob.
“I got here around 10, why?” he asked me.
“You got here around 10 and you couldn’t go and pick up Niy? Sin, you know that I don’t get out of class until 10:30, you could have went and got her!” I said, taking my shoes off and placing them in the closet.
“Nae, baby please! I’m just as tired as you. Don’t start trippen right now, a nigga had a long ass day,” he said.
I sucked my teeth and went into the bathroom. This was the simple shit that irked my nerves when it came to my husband. I swear, he was so fuckin selfish. Sincere knows how I complain on having to go pick up our daughter at night, and he couldn’t even go and get her since he left the studio before I left class. For some reason, I felt like he was giving me some sort of payback for wanting to go back to school. I’m not going to let Sincere stop me because before I know it, I’ll be graduating soon and living my dream.
After being in the shower for over twenty minutes, I got out and wrapped the towel around my body. I went to the sink and brushed my teeth, and then went and put my retainers in my mouth for the night. I walked back into the bedroom, and my husband was still sitting up smoking. I’m not even going to lie, he looked so sexy with his Nike basketball shorts on and his black hoodie on, with the hood covering just above his eyes; I could see that he was good and high. His eyes were bloodshot red and hanging low.
“Come here,” he said to me, motioning for me with his finger.
I acted like I didn’t even hear him as I walked over to my drawer to find me some pajamas to throw on. Sincere put the blunt out, took off his hoodie, and walked over to me. He pushed me a little bit into the dresser and reached in the front of me to untie the towel. I watched as it dropped to the floor. He reached his large hands around me and fondled my small, perky B cups in his hands. I knew what he was trying to do, and it wasn’t no point in trying to stop him because my protests would only fall on deaf ears.
“I remember a time when your little ass used to listen. Now you don’t listen to shit I say,” he whispered in my ear.
I sucked my teeth and prayed to God that he didn’t try to fuck me right now. Number one, I was mad at him and I wanted him to know I was mad. Number two, I was tired and I didn’t feel like playing with Sincere right now, because he would have me in different positions all night, and all I wanted to do was crawl in my bed and sleep. He kept his left hand on my breast, and I felt him moving around behind me. As soon as I moved to open up my drawer, I was met with a thick dick slamming into my tight pussy from the back. Immediately, I let out a loud cry mixed with a gasp. Sincere had to warn a bitch for this type of activity. He couldn’t just do that shit without giving me a warning.
That shit was feeling too good, but I was too selfish to let him know that. I wanted him to know that I was pissed, and I was trying my hardest not to let out a moan of pleasure, but he was making it so hard by giving me those death strokes. He had his large hands on my waist while he kept sliding me up and down on that big dick. He was sucking on my neck and pinching my nipples at the same time.
“You can stop trying to hold that moan in, Nae. You ain’t fooling nobody but yourself,” he whispered in my ear, and then licked it. My husband knew me better than I knew myself, so he could tell when I was forcing myself not to moan. He was so deep in my pussy, I swear to God, I knew the shit was about to come through my mouth. I reached my hand back and tried to place it on his abs, so that he could let up a little bit.
“Nae, don’t fuckin play with me. Move that shit out the way,” he barked. Sincere hated when I tried to push him away while we were having sex. Since I was his woman, he felt that it was my job to be able t
o take every inch of him. I slowly moved my hand away, and he started fuckin me deep and rough, showing my little ass no mercy.
“Damnnnn Sinnnn, slow up babyyy…shittt!” I cried, not being able to take those death strokes anymore. He bit me on my shoulder and placed his hand on my stomach. He started going slow and deep this time. It was feeling way better, and I could feel my juices dripping down between my thighs.
“I’m only going slowly now because I’m going to tear that ass up as soon as we get on the bed,” he said, and I came right when he said that. He lifted me up like I weighed one pound and slung me onto the bed. He had my little ass in all types of positions on that bed, and he kept putting his hands over my mouth so I wouldn’t wake up Janiya.
Two hours later, I collapsed on his chest. No need for me to go to the gym in the morning because he just worked the fuck out of my body.
“I hate you so much,” I told him, laying on his chest with my eyes closed.
He chuckled softly as he reached over and grabbed the blunt he was smoking from before. He knew after sex that I would want to lay on him until I fell asleep, so my husband didn’t even bother moving me. This had been our routine for years, and I didn’t mind that we were both sweaty. I just loved to be under my husband all the time.
“If I don’t wake up on time tomorrow, please get Niy ready for school,” I said, with sleepiness dripping from my voice.
“I got everything under control. Go to sleep Nae,” he said, pulling the sheet up to cover my ass. I laid my bare chest on him and made myself comfortable.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you more,” he said, giving my ass a light squeeze. I was lights out after that. Today was for sure a long ass day!
Chapter 4: Breesha
It was a Saturday night at 7 p.m., and the sound of my phone ringing woke me up from my nap. I didn’t even plan on sleeping that long. After going to the hair salon and then going to get my nails and feet done, I had come home and took a nap, because it started raining real bad. I rolled over and looked at the screen and realized that it was Bria calling me. A few weeks ago, I purchased her an iPhone that only myself and her knew about. Bria was very smart to only be four years old, so I knew that she would have no problem on trying to reach me from the phone. I programmed my cell phone, work, and house numbers into the phone for her so that she could always reach me. I showed her how to get to the contacts and call me for whatever. I told her to hide it whenever she went back home to her mother’s house, and to never take it with her to school. Dontae would trip if he knew I had bought Bria a cell phone. I bought the phone because for some reason, I didn’t trust Sharice. I’m not just saying that because I don’t like the bitch, but any woman that allows a man other than the father to hit their child just couldn’t be trusted.
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