The Ultimate Fight

by Harris, K

  Thankfully no one brought up their relationship past being parents, playing it safe. After the women finished preparing lunch, the older couples started to reminisce on the old days. Barron pulled Mya away from the group to the other side of the boat to get away from the old peoples loud talking. Taking a seat on the bench he pulled Mya down between his stretched out legs before she could venture to the other side to sit alone. She rested her back to his front relishing in the feel of being in his arms.

  “How is my little princess holding up in there?” Barron asked while rubbing her stomach in a smooth sweep.

  “She is comfy, I’m sure.” Mya sighed as he started drawing lazy patterns.

  “How is her mommy feeling today?”

  “I’m okay. How is daddy doing today?”

  “Feeling pretty good.”

  “That’s good.” They fell into a comfortable silence as the boat gently rocked back and forth relaxing the couple further. “It’s so beautiful out here.” Mya said out of the blue.

  “So are you.” He complimented.

  “Aww thank you.” She blushed looking down at her stomach.

  “Mya?”

  “Yes.” She turned to look at him. Barron had so much he wanted to say but no words would form. “What’s…?” Before she could finish her question she jerked her head to her stomach with her mouth hanging open.

  “Is something wrong?” Barron began to panic just a little.

  “I think the baby just kicked.” She whispered.

  “Really? Where, I wanna feel it?”

  “Give me your hands.” After Mya placed Barron’s hands flat on her stomach, his little princess started kicking.

  “Wow.”

  “I know right.” Barron was so excited he attacked Mya’s lips in a passionate kiss. When she moaned he knew it was about to get out of hand if he didn’t stop. Reluctantly he pulled away before they made a spectacle out of themselves with their parents a few steps away. “These hormones suck so badly!” Mya grumbled.

  “You want daddy to put that fire out baby?” Barron growled lowly into Mya’s ear heating her body up more.

  “Ooh daddy, yes.” Still sitting in the same spot between his legs, Mya slid her small hand behind her back to his manhood smoothly. Rubbing up and down his length through his swim shorts barely making any movements. What they were doing would not be detected unless someone was right up on them. Barron groaned deep in his throat as his head rested against Mya’s that laid on his chest. Squeezing her free hand that was interlaced with his while the other rubbed her exposed thigh. Attempting to slide his long digits under her cover-up to get closer to her jewel. “No can do daddy.”

  “Why not?” He moaned in her ear.

  “Cause I’m too loud.” Mya giggled as he groaned grabbing the back of the seat instead. “Let it go daddy.”

  “Shit Mya.” He could feel his eyes rolling around in his head while his head nestled between her neck and shoulder.

  “That’s right daddy say my name.”

  “Fuck……you.” He said when he used the last bit of his will power to reverse his release from external to internal to prevent as much mess as possible.

  “You promise?” She teased patting his now relaxed member.

  “I love it when you talk dirty to me baby.” Barron felt Mya stiffen when he said that but before he could ask what that was about, their parents said it was time to head back to the dock. Mya removed herself from his embrace and busied herself doing other things. She wouldn’t even make eye contact with him anymore. ‘Damn what the hell is up with these mood swings,’ he asked himself.

  ~

  “How did you know Jamie was the one?” Barron asked his oldest brother Shane. He had brought Mya over to formally introduce her to the rest of his family. She was in the den with his sister in law, Jamie and their kids.

  “Thinking about settling down finally baby boy?” Shane teased looking at his little brother with amused eyes.

  “Never said that.”

  “I’ve heard you have become quite good at avoiding questions.”

  “I’m not avoiding anything.”

  “Whatever little brother. Anyway… I knew Jamie was the one because no one else mattered to me anymore. Of course my family is just that, my family. But when it came to Jamie… man she was all I found myself thinking about on a deeper level. Even though we were just friends, I always found myself wanting to be around her. She would date other people and we all know how I was. One day I just gave up the fight.” Shane said dreamily before he continued. “I fought it in the beginning too, you know?”

  “Who say’s I’m fighting?”

  “I didn’t but you just did.”

  “Everyone is speaking in riddles.”

  “No one is speaking in riddles, you are just not ready to face the facts. I understand you need more proof. It’s cool, I of all people get it. Jamie and I were best friends all through school. She was with me even through all the women I ran through to keep from settling down. And look at us now… Married to my best friend with a house full of kids. Go figure.” In a way Shane was only trying to help but he really just further plagued Barron’s interest in Mya and Damon’s relationship. If they were anything like Shane and Jamie they could possibly end up together in the end. Leaving him hurt.

  Barron and Mya spent a total of a week in their hometown not spending too much time together alone. The few times they ended up being alone did result in them having some heavy make-out sessions and even a quickie in the park near the river. Making plans to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas together, they bid their families good bye. Finally they were back home but Barron would not be staying settled long as he has a fight in Miami in two weeks meaning he would be busy doing some strenuous training. His schedule was full of interviews and other promotional items to keep the checks coming. Before he would always go without sex because he didn’t have the time to check new booty while he was bouncing from state to state. He had been getting broke off proper like with in house booty, and figured if he took Mya with him he would be hitting it at night every chance he got.

  “Did you want me to help you pack for your trip?” Mya asked after they finished eating dinner. She was now clearing the dishes, filling the dishwasher.

  “Depends are you packing yourself.”

  “Ha funny. I don’t think any of this will fit into a suit case but nice try.”

  “Well how about you pack your clothes to go with me instead?”

  “You’re serious?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be serious?”

  “I’m sorry, I made plans with Damon for the next week actually.”

  “Are kidding me right now?”

  “No but if it makes you feel better we made these plans before I met you.”

  “But things have changed just a bit. You know with you being good and pregnant.”

  “I’m not an invalid because I’m six months pregnant Barron. Pregnant women travel all the time. Why are you tripping? Hell you just asked me to travel with you not even three minutes ago and for a week longer than what I will be in the Bahamas”

  “Bahamas?!” He all but shouted.

  “Why are you shouting?”

  “You are not going to the Bahamas. Have you lost your damn mind?”

  “No I have not lost my damn mind and since when did you tell me what to do.”

  “Since it was my baby you were carrying that’s when.”

  “Barron I’m pregnant with your little girl, I am not her by any means.”

  “I’m treating you like the mother of my child who is trying to go traipsing cross country with her supposed best friend. That happens to be a damn dude.”

  “We have been friends since before I had my first heart break. You can shove that jealousy shit you are spewing up your hypocritical ass. I will be damned if my friendship with the only man in my life outside of family that has never tried to use what’s between my legs as their own personal jump off. If you can’t get with thi
s then let me know now so I can chunk you the deuces. There will be no negotiations.”

  “How the hell am I a hypocrite?”

  “You are going all jealous alpha male on me when you can fuck, duck, and nut with any available pussy out here. How fucking dare you?”

  “Lil mama you don’t know what the hell you talking about.”

  “Oh I don’t. Who comes in at all hours of the morning in wrinkled clothes? Smelling of cheap ass perfume on more than one occasion? I’m only praying that you at least used some type of protection since you haven’t used any with me. I swear before cheese and crackers if you get me or my baby sick with your carelessness… Agghhh!”

  “First off calm down with all that damn screaming in my damn house. Second I can come and go as I please, we not together. Third, I always wrap up. I’ve never been dumb enough to be careless with anyone but you.” In the heat of the argument, Barron didn’t realize that he just dealt a double whammy punch to Mya’s gut without even laying a finger on her. The first one is a guarantee since this was his house and only his house. The point about them not being together was very accurate but the blow didn’t hurt any less. The being dumb jab just stung to the core because he just admitted in so many words he regretted it, even if it was the tiniest bit.

  “You know what Barron… you are absolutely right. This is your house. I do apologize for being so rude. Like you said we are not together so you can do whatever the hell you want, the same goes for me because the roads are equal. You take the respect I have for myself to your advantage because I don’t feel comfortable in sleeping around while pregnant. Protection or not.”

  “I didn’t mean…” Mya cut him off before he could say those dreaded words.

  “Yes you did. You meant every word that came out of your mouth whether it was meant to sting like it did, maybe not. But nevertheless, they are out now. That’s why they call it word vomit. You can’t take vomit back that would be repulsive.” She said sarcastically. “I’m suddenly drained. Good night Barron.” Without another word, Mya marched up the stairs to lock herself in her bathroom to take a long relaxing bath.

  Finally Mya had come to the realization that she desired more from Barron. When he said the word co-parenting at her parents’ house, the wind had been blown out of her sails or her lungs in her case. Running to the restroom was where she let the silent tears of defeat slide down her face. When she heard Damon from her perch on the toilet, she hurriedly fixed her appearance. She knew he would see instantly that she was troubled so she hugged his back knowing full well that wouldn’t work for long.

  Their discussion after Barron and his parents left was somewhat heated from Damon fussing at her for not admitting her feelings to him. He made it clear that he didn’t agree with the way she was beating around the bush with Barron and her feelings. He told her that Barron was a man and he was by no means psychic, no man was. ‘Women have women’s intuition, men have penis.’ They often waste what little common sense they have with each spew.’ What exactly that meant she was damn unsure until he explained his point.

  ‘Women have little voices in their heads that tell them the answers that they seek in some instances. They have feelings that are in tune with those they are close to. It’s the equivalent to being a tad bit psychic. Men however have the same voices that tell them when something feels wrong, a chick is all wrong, something doesn’t feel right and also at times when something is really good on so many different levels. But yet men will rely more on their penis’ to lead them and not forsake them. When a man busses a nut, they become dumb as shit. If they can get a REAL good one, they can forget all rational thinking including where they are. Then have the nerve to blame their dicks for their mishaps when their rational mind comes back. Don’t get it twisted women will confuse an orgasm for love quick as all get up but for the most part they still have that intuition when shit ain’t right. They just tend to ignore it, the same goes for dumb ass males. What is your intuition telling you baby girl?’ Damon broke all that down in a span of few minutes successfully sending her into think mode.

  By the time she had gotten out of the tub her hands had begun to wrinkle. She could freely admit that she had successfully fell in love with her child’s father and it looks like he had no plans of returning those feelings. When she laid down against the soft mattress, the stress of the world seemed to release into the atmosphere but alas she couldn’t drift off to sleep. ‘Damn hormones.’ She cursed in her head. Touching herself didn’t even sound interesting, lazy is what she had become. A novelty store was going to be getting a visit from her bright and early tomorrow. Barron would be leaving tomorrow evening and she would be leaving the following morning. Tiptoeing down the hall to Barron’s bedroom, she stood there for what felt like an hour trying to make herself knock on his door. Chickening out, she turned to walk away but the door opened before she got fully around.

  “Is everything okay?” Barron’s deep voice sounded sending a chill down her horny little spine. When she didn’t say anything he pressed his half naked body into her back with his hands resting on her hips. “Mya, I was just coming to get you.” Shivering from the timber of his voice as it dropped an octave. She just nodded and allowed him to pull her into the master bedroom.

  He pulled the covers back so that she could slide in with him following behind. Their body’s naturally gravitated to one another. Barron only wore some boxers, while Mya was wearing one of his t-shirts with nothing underneath. Mya laid on her side facing Barron. There was no television, no radio, just the sound of their steady breathing and the sound of the pool. Mya realized that the patio door must have been cracked for her to hear it so well.

  Without Barron knowing it he was making her fall in love with him even more and he was just giving her intimacy. They weren’t sexing, fore playing, or anything close they were just sharing each other’s personal space. The argument of earlier was long forgotten, the thoughts of Mya contemplated on stopping the dealings with Barron vanished, all that mattered was them in that moment. Mya lost the stare off game when she yawned first.

  “Get some rest baby.” Barron pulled Mya flush to him so that her head was against his chest.

  “Good night.”

  “Good night love.” There was that love word again. The last time he said something with the word love in it she felt herself react. This time however she just chose to ignore it letting the beat of his heart lull her to sleep.

  Mya woke up to darkness still, the only light was coming from the television. Looking over at the alarm clock she saw Barron with nothing but shorts on and a towel draped over his shoulder. She figured he had just come from working out because he was covered in sweat. Upon further appraisal of his assets, she noticed that he was moving towards her. Snapping her eyes up to meet his penetrating stare she saw the smirk evident on his face. Sadly she was too horny to blush.

  “See something you like?”

  “Always.”

  “Come shower with me.”

  “I’d love to.” They may not have whispered words of love but their bodies damn sure issued a practice run in the department. By the time they finished with each other, Mya was damn near bowlegged and Barron was light as a feather but yet still wanting more. Maybe this time apart would help him put into perspective what he wanted to do regarding Mya. Mya was hoping her absence would make his heart grow fonder, maybe just maybe if he misses her enough he would consider pursuing something long term. It was a gamble but she has always believed that either you go big or go home, she wanted this big hearted man with everything in her. She just prayed that he would one day feel the same.

  Chapter ten

  Barron couldn’t sleep for some strange reason once Mya finally closed hers eyes. He stared off into space trying to figure out what was happening between them. When they had the heated discussion in the kitchen, he felt so much rage that she would choose another man over him. Granted he hadn’t put a ring on her finger, nor made any steps to form an official relati
onship with her but while she was pregnant with his child, he should have some say so in what she does. As a matter of fact who she does it with.

  Mya claims that Damon is her best friend but history says clearly that women and men can’t be platonic friends. Mya is a sexy, thick, smart woman with a lot to offer but he still can’t be too sure that she was the one. That’s one of the reasons why he always made sure he was strapped extra tight so he would never have to worry about feeling obligated to settle down.

  Mya was compassionate, carried herself like a lady, got along wonderfully with his family, and most importantly she was independent. That was the total package for any man. Not to mention he hadn’t heard her complain about letting him get it when he wants it, she was indeed a keeper. The problem Barron was faced with was not knowing if it was just infatuation or simple lust he feels for Mya. Yes she was perfect as a woman could get but could he be with her for the rest of his life? He had feelings for her which is pretty natural considering she is carrying his first born but could he love her until the end of time? More importantly could he see himself falling in love with her? Of course he could, hands down she had all the qualities he ever dreamed of having in a life partner but was it just a mirage? Could he possibly just be seeing all the things he wants because deep down he always knew he would be married before he had kids?

  “What’s up homeboy?” Barron greeted Toby.

  “Not shit stranger. What’s been up with you?”

  “What the fuck is your problem?” Barron asked feeling the shade rolling off of him.

  “Ain’t shit wrong with me. You the one been so far up ole girl’s uppity ass that you ain’t had time for your boys.”