A Mother Within Her

by Lady Lissa

  As he thrust a finger inside me, I arched my back and my moans intensified. Oh God! He made me feel like the luckiest woman alive. He was the total package; handsome, a great provider and an amazing lover. As he hovered over me, he rubbed the head of his mushroom dick against my opening. I raised my legs to receive him and inhaled once he inserted it inside me.

  “MMmmm!” I moaned as I lightly bit down on his shoulder.

  He rotated his hips in such a manner that I felt it in my soul. With every thrust, I felt him hitting my spot, which caused me to shiver with pleasure. He lifted both of my legs into the crooks of his arms and gyrated his hips against my pelvis in a steady rotation. “Oh God! I’m about to cum!” I cried.

  “Cum for me, baby! Cum on my dick!” he moaned as he stared into my eyes.

  I bit down on my bottom lip and did exactly as he asked. I came on his dick with such fervor that my body shook, almost as if I were having a seizure. As he leaned into me and kissed me, he said, “Turn around and let me hit that sweet pussy from the back.”

  I quickly got on my hands and knees, on the floor because Iman tended to go crazy when he hit it from the back. I arched my back the way he taught me for maximum penetration and waited for him to slide his dick inside me. Iman was working with at least ten inches of manhood, so it took me several months to adjust to having sex with him. But, he was always extremely patient and never criticized me. As his tongue invaded the crevices of my vagina, my knees wobbled unsteadily. As my sweet nectar burst from inside me, he lapped up my juices before securing his position behind me.

  He rubbed his dick against my opening again before thrusting it inside me. “Ssssss!” I hissed like a snake as I took it all in.

  I threw my pussy at him while he thrust his dick inside me. My ass clapped against his body while my pussy made embarrassing farting noises. He had spread my ass cheeks open, which was the only time my kitty got out of character. He slammed into me from behind as he smacked my ass cheeks a couple of times. He held my hips as I tried to push him back just a little. He was really giving it to me now, so my moans sounded like screams. As he hit my G-spot over and over again, my knees shook and wobbled beneath me.

  He moved closer and kissed the arch in my back as he rotated his hips slowly against my ass. That move right there always caused me to release. “Aaarrrgghhh!” I cried out as I released my juices again.

  “Umph, umph, umph!” he moaned as he thrust once more inside me. “Oh sshhhiiitt!”

  I could feel him shaking behind me and knew that he had released his bodily fluids inside me. I wasn’t worried though because I had been on the pill ever since the first time we made love. Iman and I had talked about having sex for a little while before we actually did it. That gave me just enough time to get to the doctor and get the prescription I needed to prevent myself from getting pregnant. I didn’t mind if he didn’t use a condom because he had given me paperwork from his doctor that said he was clean from any diseases. I was good with that.

  As we laid beside each other, breathing like two rabbits, he held me in his arms. He kissed me softly on the lips and murmured to me that he loved me. “I love you, too.”

  The two of us must have fallen asleep there because when the sun peeked in the next morning, we were still right there on the floor.

  Chapter two

  Iman

  A week later…

  Takiyah had been acting really different ever since we had that talk about marriage. I wasn’t sure why though. I mean, it wasn’t the first time I told her that I wanted to marry her. Maybe, she was thinking that I wanted to keep her barefoot and pregnant because that was the first time I mentioned kids. I didn’t know what it was, but that was what happened when two people loved each other. They dated, got married, then had children. That was the life I had always dreamed about.

  Now that I had found Takiyah, I had no doubt that we could make that dream a reality. We both had great jobs and could afford to give our family the best life. I decided to go ring shopping today. I mean, we were both in the prime of our lives at 24 and 25 years old. Her birthday was coming up in two weeks, so I figured I could take her out to dinner and propose to her by candlelight.

  I was super excited when I walked into Kay Jewelers. I already had it on my mind to spend at least two G’s on her ring. She was so special to me and she deserved nothing but the best. As I browsed through the cases, a saleswoman asked if I needed help. I asked to see a couple of rings, princess cut and heart shaped. I wasn’t sure which one Takiyah would like the most, but I was determined to give her something spectacular. I looked at a couple of more rings before finally picking out the one I thought would blow her mind. The size of the ring was a six and Takiyah’s ring size was a seven and a half. The lady said they would size it and call me within the next three to four days to pick it up. I dropped $1800 on that ring, but it was worth it. I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when I asked her to be my wife.

  I went home that evening feeling like I was on top of the world. I decided to cook since Takiyah had to travel out of town today. I made her favorite meal, lasagna, garlic bread, and a Cesar salad. I even bought a bottle of Merlot to go with the meal. I knew that it was only Wednesday, and we had to work tomorrow, but I was feeling good. I was happy that I had took the first step to secure our future as a married couple.

  By the time Kiyah had made it home, I had the garlic bread in the oven and the wine was on chill. The lasagna was done, and the salad was in the fridge. When she walked in, I could tell that she was tired. Sometimes, she traveled a little further than usual, which made her a bit more tired than normal. I rushed up to her and grabbed her briefcase before giving her a smooch on the lips.

  “You look tired,” I said.

  “I am, baby. I had to travel to New Orleans today and traffic was crazy on the interstate.”

  “Well, I cooked your favorite meal,” I said.

  She followed me into the kitchen and broke into a huge smile when she saw the pan of lasagna on the stove. “Aww baby! You made lasagna!” she gushed as she kissed me.

  I loved our moments like this. She marveled about the smallest things that I did. It made me happy to see her happy. I released her and said, “Why don’t you go wash up and by the time you’re done, the food will be ready.”

  “Okay,” she said as she dragged herself to the back bedroom. I pulled the garlic bread out a few minutes later and buttered the top. I cut the bread up into pieces before putting it in a glass bowl. I placed the salad and bread on the table, along with a serving of lasagna for each of us. Then I grabbed the wine bottle and called out to my woman to come join me.

  She joined me a couple of minutes later, having traded her work flats for her slippers. She sat down across from me and we began to eat and make small talk about our day. “How was your day?” she asked.

  “My day was great!” I said. I couldn’t help but smile hard as hell. I still kept thinking about the ring I had purchased for my baby.

  “Why are you smiling like that? What happened?” she asked as she stared at me.

  “Nothing happened, baby. I’m just happy to be here with you, that’s all. Did I tell you how much I love you today?” I asked.

  “Well, you told me before I left for work this morning and you sent me a text message a few hours ago.”

  “Good, because a woman like you needs to hear that shit every day,” I said with a smile.

  “I love you too. There’s something different about you tonight. I can’t put my finger on it though.”

  “I don’t know what you mean. I just had a great day at work and I’m happy to be home with you. Did you get everything that you needed to get done today?”

  I was trying to get her to stop worrying about why I was smiling so hard. I would’ve liked if she would look elsewhere because I definitely didn’t want to ruin the surprise. I wanted the proposal to be really special, so I couldn’t give away any kind of hints.

  “I did. I just don’t
like traveling in traffic. People drive so horrible.”

  “Tell me about it…”

  We continued speaking about the day’s events and when we were done eating, she helped me clear the table. Then we put the food away and placed the dishes in the dishwasher. I looked at the time on the cable box and it was almost 7:30 in the evening. I hadn’t realized it was so late. The two of us headed to the bedroom because Kiyah needed a shower before bed. While she headed to the bathroom, I turned down the bed and got comfortable.

  I sat back in bed and watched the latest episode of Black Ink Crew. By the time Kiyah exited the bathroom, I was ready to get some sleep.

  Two weeks later…

  As the two of us sat down to eat dinner at Copeland’s Seafood, I couldn’t wait to pull out the ring and pop the question. I was excited to finally be starting this new chapter in our lives with the woman I loved. I wondered if this feeling that I had right now was one every man had felt at some time or another when they were getting ready to propose.

  As we sat at a corner table waiting for our food to be served, she couldn’t help but smile.

  “Thank you so much for bringing me here,” she said as she looked around.

  “You’re welcome. I know how much you like this place.”

  “I really do,” she said with a smile.

  As we ate our food, we continued to make small talk. When we were done, the server walked in with a cupcake and ice cream. The cupcake had a single candle in the middle. The other servers gathered around the table and we all sung happy birthday to Takiyah. She was blushing and smiling so hard. After we were done singing, everyone began to clap. That was when I pulled the ring out and stood up.

  She watched in awe as I made my way to the side of the table where she sat. I got down on one knee and she covered her mouth in surprise. “Kiyah, we’ve been together for a while now, and I love you more today than I ever have. I wake up thinking about you. I go to sleep thinking about you. I think about you all day long. I’m convinced that you are the only woman God made especially for me. Would you do me the honors of becoming my wife?” I asked as I opened the box to reveal the beautiful princess cut diamond ring.

  “Yes!” she cried as she stood up and hugged me. I kissed her and slid the ring on her finger. Her hand was trembling as tears rolled down her cheeks. I was just so damn happy. I couldn’t wait to get her home, so we could consummate our engagement.

  She sat down and ate her cupcake as she stared at her ring finger on her left hand. “Are you happy, baby?” I asked.

  “Yea, I’m so excited.”

  “Do you want a big wedding?” I asked her.

  “I’m not sure. I mean, we just got engaged.”

  “I know. We have time,” I said.

  “Yea, you’re right.”

  “I’m glad you’re happy, baby.”

  “Yea, this has been a great birthday,” she said.

  A few minutes later, we walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. Once we made it home, we headed straight for the bedroom. I just wanted to make sweet love to my new fiancée. And that was exactly what I did.

  Chapter three

  Takiyah

  Three months later…

  I had been experiencing some changes in my body that I wasn’t used to. I figured it was the nerves from planning the wedding. But after feeling this way for a couple of months, I finally decided to go to the doctor. The news she gave me almost knocked me off the exam table.

  “What do you mean I’m pregnant?” I asked.

  “Just what I said. Judging from the date of your last period, I’d say you’re in your first trimester,” Doctor Sharp said.

  “But I’m on the pill,” I said. “I can’t be pregnant!”

  “I’m sure the urine test is accurate, but if you’d like, I can draw a blood sample and perform the test that way,” Doctor Sharp said with a concerned look on her face.

  “Take the test. I just know that I’m not pregnant,” I said.

  “I’ll be right back.” She walked out of the room and left me there with my thoughts. I couldn’t be pregnant. Shit, Iman and I weren’t even married yet. My wedding was in three months and my doctor had just told me that I was pregnant. She needed to take another test because that was not how this visit was supposed to go.

  KNOCK! KNOCK!

  There was soft tapping on the outside of the door before the nurse pushed it open. She walked in with the stuff she needed to take the blood sample. I sat down in the chair as directed. She wrapped the rubber band around my arm and said, “You’re going to feel a little pinch.”

  She was so right because I felt a pinch. I just sucked that shit up because nothing was going to stop me from getting this test. I didn’t know what was wrong with that cup of urine, but I wasn’t pregnant. “Doctor Sharp will be with you in a minute,” the nurse said before she walked out.

  Doctor Sharp walked in a couple of minutes later. I was looking like a deer caught in headlights as I waited for her to deliver the news. “Well?” I asked as I waited for her to tell me the urine test was wrong.

  “Oh, those tests have to get sent to the lab. I’ll have the results for you within the next 72 hours.”

  “72 HOURS?!” I shrieked. “Are you telling me I’m going to have to wait at least three days to find out what the results are?”

  “Well, we don’t have the tools needed to test blood samples in our office. I’ll give you a call as soon as I get the results,” she said.

  “Three days though?”

  “Aren’t you happy about being pregnant?”

  “Does this look like happiness written on my face, Doctor Sharp?”

  “Well, you seem a bit stressed,” she said.

  “Stressed ain’t the word!”

  She had no idea what being pregnant meant to me. I wasn’t even a married woman yet. What if I had this baby for Iman and he packed up and left me to raise it on my own? Then I’d have to struggle the way my mom did when she was raising me and my sisters. There was no way in hell I was going to put my kid through that shit.

  “I don’t understand.”

  “This isn’t for you to understand. How the hell could I be facing a possible pregnancy when I was on the pill?” I asked. At that point, I was pacing the exam room like a bird in a cage.

  “There could be several reasons why your birth control didn’t work. If you drank some wine while taking the pill, that could be one reason. If you missed a dose and didn’t double up the next day. There are quite a few reasons why it didn’t work, but I can’t pinpoint anything in particular since I don’t know your situation.”

  “So, you’re saying if I drank a glass of wine, my pill wouldn’t work?”

  “I’m saying that could be one of the reasons,” she said.

  That ticked me off. I mean, why didn’t she say that shit when she gave me the pill? That was some straight bullshit.

  “So, I won’t know for sure if I’m pregnant or not for another three days?”

  “You already know you’re pregnant, Takiyah. The urinalysis is totally accurate. I only performed the blood tests to give you the extra confirmation that you insisted on. But, as far as I’m concerned, you are having a baby,” she said.

  “Well, I’ll be waiting for those results, so please call me as soon as you get them,” I said as I rolled my eyes.

  I left her office feeling deflated and in a state of panic. I only hoped that when I got the news, it would be the opposite of what was confirmed today.

  *****

  For the next three days, I walked around on pins and needles. I couldn’t even concentrate at work. I almost got into a couple of car accidents because my mind was preoccupied. My phone began to ring around 10:30 that morning. One glimpse at the console told me that it was the doctor’s office calling. I immediately hit the button on the steering wheel to connect the call.

  “Hello,” I answered as my heart pumped nervously beneath my cotton shirt.

  “Good morning, Takiya
h. It’s Doctor Sharp…”

  “Cut the pleasantries, doc and just give me the results!”

  “Well, the results are in and you are pregnant. Congratula…”

  CLICK!

  The last thing I wanted to hear her say was any kind of congratulations coming my way. There was no way that I was going to have any baby. I called my office and let them know that I needed to take a couple of personal days. Then I pulled over to a shopping center parking lot and looked up abortion clinics. There were two close to me, one in Baton Rouge and one in Denham Springs. Now, because we lived in Baton Rouge, there was no way I could go to that one. But the one in Denham Springs was definitely going to get my business.

  I didn’t even bother calling to make an appointment. I was just that sure that they would take me as a walk-in. I stopped by the ATM and withdrew $500 from my bank account. Since Iman and I weren’t married yet, we still had separate bank accounts. I was happy about that because the last thing I needed to do was explain to him why that money was missing.

  I pulled into the parking lot about half an hour later and parked my car. I saw people with their picket signs and shit, which made me nervous. It didn’t matter how nervous I was though, I was still going through with this. I held my head up high as people chanted things like, “baby killer” and “lowlife” at me. They could say whatever they wanted to, but they didn’t know my life. They didn’t know shit about me or what I had been through.

  I walked up to the front desk and the receptionist greeted me almost immediately. “Good morning, how may I help you?”

  “I need to terminate a pregnancy,” I said.

  “Do you have an appointment?”

  “No.”

  “Have you been here before?” she asked.