“Oh, when Dontae left last night, he told me to tell you don’t forget about today,” I told her in the middle of eating. She gave me a blank stare and continued to eat her food.
“What’s supposed to happen today?” I wanted to know.
“I’m supposed to be meeting his daughter,” she said, dryly.
“Eww bitch, why you got to say it like that, you don’t want to meet her or something?”
“I do, I just don’t know if I’m ready for all of that. I don’t know how I’m going to feel about being around the child of another female who fucked my man. Like what if she don’t like me or what if she don’t want another female to be around her daddy? I don’t want it to feel like I’m trying to take her mother’s place or anything like that,” she said, and I could genuinely see that Breesha was scared shitless to meet this little girl. I mean, she was only a child, what could be so bad with that?
“Breesha, that man is with you. He not worried about his baby mama. Clearly he feeling you if he thought it was okay to bring you around his daughter,” I told her, and she nodded her head. I could see that she was still a bit skeptical about the situation. I decided not to press the issue, and I ate my breakfast and headed back upstairs so that I could find me something to wear. I had five missed calls from Rashard and one missed call from Nae. I also noticed that Rashard had texted me too.
Rashard: Damn, you can’t answer the phone for a nigga. I’m just calling to say good morning.
I smiled after reading the text message. I literally felt like my damn face was about to break from smiling so damn hard. He kept true to his word and called me like he said he would.
Chapter 9: Breesha
I was pulling up to Sawgrass mall about to meet with Dontae and his daughter, Bria. For some odd reason, I was kind of nervous, because I felt like Bria wouldn’t like me. I mean I wasn’t her mom, so she probably wouldn’t want me nowhere around her or her daddy. I was preparing myself for whatever, though. I honestly felt that she would feel as if I was trying to come in and take over her mother’s place, and honestly I wasn’t. I was dating her dad and he felt as if it was imperative for us to meet, in which I agreed but I didn’t think that it would be so soon. I mean I was great with kids so I didn’t think that Bria would have a reason not to like me. I babysat Janiya all the time, and I was great with her.
Dontae was already there because he had called me on my way over, letting me know to meet him in front of Nordstrom. I parked my car and spotted the two of them standing outside waiting for me. His daughter was beautiful, standing there in her tan and red Burberry dress. She had her pretty long hair in braids, with brown beads at the end. She was so pretty, she made me want to have a baby of my own, something that I never thought that I would have said in a million years. From the looks of things, the only thing that Bria had inherited from Dontae was his light skin and his hazel eyes. She was probably the splitting image of her mom because she didn’t really resemble Dontae that much.
After adding more lip gloss to my lips and locking my door, I was out the car and headed in their direction. As soon as I reached them, Bria looked at me and smiled. I gave her a warm smile as well.
“Hey pretty,” I said, squatting down so that I was eye level with her.
“Hi,” she said shyly, moving closer to her daddy. I thought it was so cute the way that she cowered under Dontae. I could tell that she was a daddy’s girl, and that she loved her daddy unconditionally just by how close she was holding onto him.
“Baby girl, that’s Breesha. Remember I was telling you about her?” Dontae asked his daughter.
“Yes I remember Daddy,” she smiled.
She grabbed her daddy’s hand and I walked next to her, inside of the mall.
“Daddy, she is so pretty,” I heard Bria try to whisper to Dontae.
He gave me a smile and we walked inside of Justice Clothing store, because that’s where Bria wanted to go first. I helped pick her out a few outfits, and next we went to Champs so Bria and Dontae could get them a pair of Jordans.
“Baby, you like these?” Dontae asked, holding up a pair of gray, white, and red Jordan 13 sneakers.
“Yes they are cute. You going to get them?” I asked, sitting on the bench inside of the store.
“No, I’m getting them for you,” he said.
“You know I don’t wear sneakers. Whenever you see me, what am I wearing? Heels or sandals,” I said.
“I’m going to get them for you anyways,” he said, flagging the Champs associate over to us.
“Baby, what size?” he asked me.
I gave him an annoyed look and told him to get me a size 5. He also got the same pair for Bria as well. After he paid for the shoes, I wanted to go into Victoria’s Secret Pink and pick me up a few outfits. As soon as I pulled my card out to pay, Dontae stopped me. That’s what he did in every store that we went into. I liked the fact that he wanted to pay, but I was so used to being so independent that I didn’t really know how it felt to have somebody else pay for my things. I worked for my money, so I was able to buy myself nice things. I didn’t want to feel like I was offending Dontae by not letting him pay, so I didn’t say anything, but I honestly didn’t want him to make this a habit, even though I knew he wasn’t going to listen to me anyways.
After shopping for damn near two hours, I had a sudden urge to pee. Luckily, we were right next to a restroom.
“Baby I’m going to run inside the restroom right quick,” I said, handing over my bags to him.
“I’m going to go with Breesha too,” Bria chimed in.
I smiled at her and the two of us headed inside the restroom. After we finished, an elderly lady walked by us and stopped the both of us.
“You and your daughter are so adorable. She looks just like you,” she said smiling.
I didn’t want to tell the old lady that Bria wasn’t my daughter, so I just smiled at her and told her thank you. On the way over to catch back up with Dontae, I felt Bria come close to me and held my hand. I thought that gesture alone was so adorable. Even though we had just met a few hours ago, this little girl was really starting to win over my heart. After we left the mall, we headed back to the car.
“Bae, leave your car here. We going to ride around and I don’t think we should go in two separate cars,” Dontae told me as soon as we walked out of the mall.
“Okay, that’s fine,” I told him as we walked over to his Camaro.
Once we reached the car, Dontae sat all the bags in the trunk, while I helped Bria get into her booster seat in the back. After that, I went around and sat in the front seat with my man. This day was going so perfect. All those negative things that I felt were going to happen today, they didn’t happen. I could tell that Breesha really liked me, and I liked her even more.
“Baby, where are we going now?” I asked him once he pulled from out of the parking lot.
“I’m going to go holla at my mama real quick,” he said, swerving into traffic.
I looked at his ass like he was crazy, because I didn’t know anything about meeting his mother today. I was already scared to meet his daughter, so I knew that I was going to be scared shitless of his damn mama. I already knew how mothers could be when it came to their sons, so I knew that this lady wasn’t going to spare my ass for shit. Plus, Dontae had already told me about his mother before, and I was able to conclude that she didn’t take no shit, which is why I was so scared to meet her. I believed in respecting my elders, but if this woman got slick with me, I was going to have to defend myself.
“Baby, chill. I already told her about you. In fact, she can’t wait to meet your ass,” Dontae told me, squeezing my thigh.
I nodded my head and ten minutes later, we were pulling up to a brick house out in Miramar. Dontae pulled into the driveway and parked the car. We all got out and headed for the front door. Dontae didn’t even bother to knock; he just used his key, and we were all walking into the house.
“Ma! Ma, where you at?” Dontae asked
, coming in the house, with Bria and me walking behind him.
“Dontae, what I tell your ass about barging in my damn house like that! You gon’ walk in here one day and see some shit your ass don’t want to see,” his mother said, making her way over to us. Literally, his mother was one of the most beautiful women that I had seen in my life. She put me in the mindset of Jada Pinkett Smith, with her small frame. I swear that Donate was the splitting image of his mother. Now I see where Dontae and Bria inherited their hazel eyes from. She had long hair that stopped in the middle of her back, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but she looked like she was mixed with something.
“Ma, don’t nobody want to hear that and stop cursing around my damn daughter,” Dontae said.
“Hey grandma,” Bria said, running over to her grandma and giving her a hug.
“Hey grandma baby. How are you doing today?” Dontae’s mother asked Breesha, after raining kisses all over her face.
“I’m good grandma. Did you meet Breesha? That’s Daddy’s girlfriend,” Bria said and pointed her finger towards me. I don’t know why, but I was nervous as hell and I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment.
“I finally get to put a face to a name. All Dontae does is talk about you. I’m starting to get a little jealous, because I think he loves you more than me,” his mother sarcastically said, walking over in my direction.
“I would never try and take your son away from you,” I said, shyly.
“I’m just messing with you girl. It’s nice to meet you though. Follow me into the kitchen so we can talk. Dontae and Bria, y’all go in the den and watch TV while Breesha and I talk,” his mother said. I looked at Dontae, begging him with my eyes to come and save me. I didn’t want to be left alone with his mother.
Dontae saw the fear in my eyes and walked over to me and placed his arm on my waist and whispered in my ear, “Breesha calm your ass down. She not going to do shit to you, she just want to talk to you. After y’all finish talking, we can leave,” he said, and I nodded my head. He pulled back, kissed me on my lips, and walked away inside of the den. I followed his mom into the kitchen and took a seat at the stool, while she stood over the stove.
“Don’t be scared of me, Breesha. I know I might come off as mean sometimes, but I just want what’s best for my son. If my son likes you, and I can already tell that my grandbaby likes you, then I have no reason not to like you as well,” she said, looking at me.
“Dontae and I have only been dating for a few weeks now, ma’am.”
Laughing his mother replied, “Girl do not call me ma’am, I am not that old. Call me Mama April or just Mama, either one,” she said, and I just nodded my head. I knew I wasn’t going to be calling her mama or nothing like that, because I hadn’t used that word in years. When my dad left us, it’s like my mom had developed this new form of hate towards me that she didn’t even allow me to call her mama anymore. I was forced to call her by her name, so it would be hard be me to fix my lips to call another woman mama when my own mother didn’t even want me calling her that.
“Alright, as I was saying, Dontae and I have only been dating for a few months now and everything has been good. In fact, I think I love him. Funny because prior to meeting your son, I didn’t think that love really existed. Dontae was the only one to get inside of my head and open me up to things that I never knew that I was able to experience. Like how it felt to really love somebody unconditionally. To be the first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep. He knocked down all walls that I had built up and he was able to bring out the vulnerable side of me,” I told April, truthfully.
“I know exactly how you feel, baby girl. There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re just in love with a man. Your situation is very similar to mine, only difference is that Dontae loves you back. I know because he’s my son, and never has he ever brought a girl over to meet me, hell to even meet Bria. I didn’t even meet his baby mama, Sharice, until that trifling thing went into labor. Growing up, I loved a man the same way that you love Dontae, he just didn’t love me back. That man was Dontae’s father. Only love he ever showed me was with his fist. That man was never there for Dontae, and it’s no telling where he is now. I loved that bastard more than I loved myself, and once I told him that I was pregnant with Dontae, he just up and disappeared. That’s why I’m so hard on Dontae, because for the longest it was just him and I. I only want what’s best for my son, and I can tell that what’s best is you,” she said, and I smiled.
Here I was thinking that his mother was a bitch, when honestly I could see her being somebody that I looked up to, and somebody that I went to for advice. God had a strange way of working, because even though I didn’t have my real mother in my life, I was given somebody else to step up to the plate, and I was entirely thankful for that.
“Enough of all that mushy shit, are you fuckin my son?” his mom asked, catching me off guard by that question. I looked at her like she was crazy. Ain’t no way in hell I was about to sit here and tell this lady that I was fuckin her son.
“What, we grown out here! Just tell me!” she pressured.
What the hell, I might as well tell her because she probably knows I am anyways. “Yes. Yes I am. I’m fuckin him every night,” I said with a big ass smile on my face.
Laughing, she shook her head at my bluntness. A minute later, Dontae came in from the den, stopping us from the conversation that we were having.
“Ma, what you in here doing to my woman?” Dontae asked, spinning me around on the stool so that I was facing him.
“I’m not doing nothing to her, we were just talking,” April said, waving Dontae off.
“Okay. Ma, we about to head out. I just wanted you to meet, Breesha. We about to go have lunch now,” Dontae told his mother.
“Okay son. Breesha, take my number down and call me for anything,” she told me, and I pulled out my phone and saved her number.
After saying our goodbyes, we headed to the car. Dontae went and sat Bria in her seat, while I went and sat in the front seat. After Dontae finished, he came around and we headed out and went to go have lunch. All in one day, I got to meet his daughter and his mom, and I had fallen in love with the both of them.
7:01 P.M
After going to Benihana’s for lunch and then to the movies to go see Minions, thanks to Bria, we were just pulling back up to the mall entrance to drop me back off to my car. Today was a long day, and all I wanted to do was go home and curl up in my bed. I looked into the backseat, and Bria was knocked out cold with her thumb in her mouth. Dontae found a parking spot right next to my car and parked. He kept the car on and running since Bria was sleeping, and we got out so he could help me place my shopping bags inside of my car. After that, he came around and pushed me back softly into the car, and placed both his hands on my ass and squeezed.
“You going to give your nigga some pussy tonight?” he asked, after he finished kissing my lips.
“You have your daughter with you. How are we supposed to do that?” I asked him.
“Yeah, but Sharice told me to bring her back home tonight. After I drop her off, I can come your way once I finish,” he said, and I could see in his eyes how much he wanted to fuck me right here, right now.
“Okay. I’ll be waiting for you,” I said, pulling away from his hold.
“Go ahead. I’ll be there in about an hour. Tell Imani cock blocking ass to take her ass to sleep too,” he said, and I laughed at him and got inside of my car.
It’s funny, because whenever Dontae and I decided to have sex at my house, Imani’s ass was always up. She would get so mad with how loud we were that she would bang on my bedroom door, telling me to shut up. I hoped her ass went out tonight or some shit, because I hadn’t had any dick since last night and I was feenin’ for my man and his touch all day. I had to try and keep my hands to myself while we were together today, because Bria was right there. I could hardly control myself though, because he looked so s
exy in his Jordan basketball shorts that were hanging off his ass, and the matching Jordan shirt and shoes to match. Every once in a while when Bria would turn her back or something, I would kiss her daddy, but I was glad that I was getting ready to feel the real thing in less than an hour.
Chapter 10: Sharice
I was sitting on my front porch, smoking some good Kush and waiting on my baby daddy to come back with my daughter. Dontae and I weren’t in a real relationship when Bria was conceived. He was just somebody that I had met one day when I went to his shop to get a tattoo done. From when I first saw him, I thought that he was the most handsome thing on this earth. Of course, he turned me down when I tried to pursue something with him. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a bad bitch by all means necessary, I just wasn’t the type of bitch that you would want to take home to your mama. I was the type of bitch that mamas would warn their sons to stay the fuck away from. His mama, April, with her mean ass hated me, and best believe that the feeling was indeed mutual.
When I saw Dontae again, I was stripping down at this club in Miami called Take 1. One night he came in and saw me, and I tried to talk to him again. This time he did actually look a little bit interested in me. Maybe it was the fact that I was standing in front of him with nothing on but a G-string. We went to one of the private rooms in the back and I gave him some of the best head that I know he’s probably ever received in his entire life. This nigga was so gone that he fucked me without a condom. That was four years ago, and that’s how we managed to have Bria. Just like every typical nigga who didn’t want to be with a hoe, he tried to convince me to get an abortion. But I figured if I had the baby, then we would be stuck together for life. For someone who acted like they didn’t want me to have his baby, he sure as hell spoiled Bria. He did anything for that girl and for that, it made me hate my own daughter. The way that he loves her, I only wish that he could be that way with me.
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