by Shan
“You don’t think I would hold you down?”
“I don’t want you to hold me down baby. We talking about life sentences and shit if I get caught up. I’m not about to sit down for that long, and neither are you,” I told Cuba, and she nodded before she looked up at me.
“Why are you all of a sudden talking about jail and life sentences though? Does this really have something to do with the police coming here earlier, and you’re just not telling me?”
“No, I told you that Briana did that shit as payback for me getting in her ass. That’s nothing to worry about. I had a meet with Tamar this morning and shit about to change. We probably gonna be moving again.”
“We just moved here not even 3-4 months ago. Why are we moving again?”
“Because it doesn’t feel secluded enough for me.”
“When you say change? What do you mean?”
“Just our lives babe, everything. But back to this wedding and interior decorating firm though. Where is the building located? Is it independent or attached to other buildings? Do they have security? Give me the info,” I said, and Cuba sat her fork down and gave me her full attention.
“It’s downtown, and it’s inside of that tall ass Bank of American building. 24-hour security and covered parking.”
“Straight. What about the wedding? What time I need to be there?”
Cuba laughed. “You so silly. I was thinking next year on our anniversary date. By then, the baby would be here and—”
“Nah,” I said and shook my head. I took a sip of my drink and then leaned back in my seat.
“Well, what date are you thinking?”
“Like the next couple of months or less.”
“What? Do you know what it takes to plan a wedding?”
“Baby, I already told you that if it was up to me, we would be at the courthouse and getting married ASAP. I told you before that I wasn’t trying to bring another kid in this world without its mother being my wife. I mean that.”
“So if I wouldn’t have lost the last baby, would we have gotten married…”
“I wouldn’t have been ready then, but yea…”
Cuba sighed, and I could see the apprehension on her face, but I was just being honest. At the time, when Cuba had gotten pregnant the last time, I wasn’t quite ready to get married just yet, but I would’ve. I had always known the moment I looked into Cuba’s eyes that she was my soulmate, but some things you could never be too sure about. It was fucked up that we had to lose the kid like that, but shit was crazy back then, and my life seemed to be in shambles. It took us to go through that little bit of drama and chaos for me to know for sure that Cuba was the one, which was why I had proposed on New Year’s. Now was perfect. Cuba had showed up in my life and showed the fuck out, and I’d be a fool to let her slip away from me.
“Come here,” I told Cuba, as I held out my hand for her to take. I slid my chair back as she stepped in front of me. Pushing the plate back that sat on the table, I picked her little ass up and placed her on the edge.
“I wasn’t ready back then, because shit was crazy, and I doubted every muthafuckin’ thing, but now, I know that you the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with for however long that is.”
“Stop talking death like that; you’re scaring me,” Cuba said, and she quickly gripped the back of my head when I bit at the fabric of her boy shorts.
“I just wanna talk to my pussy right now.”
I pulled Cuba’s boy shorts down her legs and tossed them on the floor next to the chair. Gently pushing her back on the table, I pulled her further down toward the edge and dropped down to my knees in front of her. Her legs wrapped around my neck, and I licked her center. Immediately, she gushed, and I pulled her clit into my mouth causing her to slap the table with her hand and moan out. She tried to push me back, but I licked and sucked until I felt her clit swelling in my mouth. Taking two of my fingers, I slid them in her slit feeling her muscles clamp against them.
Again she gushed, and I dug my fingers in and out of her while applying pressure to her clit. She screamed out and tried to get away from me while her legs shook uncontrollably.
“Ahhh, fuck! Damn, Khi. Baby, I’m about to cum! Shit, I’m cumming,” Cuba moaned, as she grinded her hips while squirting all over my tongue.
“Mama!”
“Oh, shit,” I said, as my head popped up and my eyes landed on Skylarr and BJ. They stood not far from where we were with scared and confused looks on their faces. I tried to discreetly wipe my mouth and back away from Cuba like I had been busted stealing some shit.
“Oh, fuck,” Cuba cursed under her breath. “I’m so embarrassed. I don’t wanna move. Can they see me?”
“The fuck you mean can they see you, you think you invisible or something? You had your legs all in the damn air. Hell yea they saw you.”
“Sky, BJ, y’all go back to bed,” Cuba said, trying to lay all still and shit like that was gonna make the situation any better.
“What are you doing on the floor, Uncle Khi?” BJ asked, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Man, I’m just down here looking for change. Y’all should go back to bed,” I told him causing Cuba to laugh too. I slyly grabbed for Cuba’s shorts that sat on the floor next to me and handed them to her. Before I could get all the way up, I had to push my hard-on down and then stand to my feet.
“How much change did you find?” BJ asked, and I pushed his little inquisitive ass toward the stairwell before I turned and looked back at Cuba.
“Bring that ass upstairs,” I told her before I turned back around, picked Skylarr up from the floor, and grabbed BJ’s hand. “This was all a bad dream. Everything you saw here tonight, you’ll forget about in the morning.”
“Aunt Cuba makes the same kind of noise I heard granny and papa making,” DJ said, and my eyes shot down at him.
“Bruh, you’s a little nosey fucker. I gotta keep my eye on you. But guess what, somebody wants to meet you. Remember what I told you about your father… your real father?” I said to DJ, as I walked him inside of his bedroom.
“Yea,” he said and nodded as he got back inside of his bed.
“He wants to meet you. I told him that I would talk to you again. Remember what I told you about your name and that you’re a Prince,” I said to DJ, and he nodded.
“I think it’s about time you meet your father. You’ll like him; you act just like his ass.”
I think it was finally time for Dae to meet his son and for him to meet his father. Dae had been bugging me about it ever since he’d came up out that coma, but being that Cuba was going through her shit, I didn’t want to put too much on her at once. I understood how she felt, but she had to accept the fact that BJ was Dae’s child and that man was gonna raise his son. I had asked her to get his name changed, but she was dragging her ass on it, so I see that I was gonna have to make that step too.
“Goodnight,” I told them and walked over to cut on the nightlight. Skylarr and BJ both had their own room, but because they acted so damn scary, they each had a bed in each other’s room. Often times, if we couldn’t find one in their own room, we would always find them in the other. I cracked the door and walked out of the room bumping directly into Cuba.
“I’m not ready for him to meet his father yet,” Cuba said, and I sucked my teeth and walked past her.
“I don’t give a fuck what you ready for. You already know where I stand on this shit, so it’s not even up for discussion.”
“Are you serious right now?” Cuba said, as she followed behind me into the room.
“His father murdered his mother, and you just gonna hand him over to Dae like the shit didn’t happen.”
“Cuba, I said I don’t wanna talk about the shit,” I yelled and walked into the bathroom.
I slammed the door behind me and locked it before I walked over to the shower and cut the water on. I already knew that, no matter how good shit was, it was always gonna be this little beef between my soon-
to-be wife and my brother. Half the time, I swear both of them acted like they wanted me to choose, but fuck the both of them if that’s what they thought. It was all about the kid, and the young one needed his father. All little boys needed their father.
Dae might be a cold ass nigga at times, but I knew that he would never hurt the kid. This was just something Cuba was gonna have to get used to, because it wasn’t going to be no other way. I know she didn’t think I slapped her hoe ass daddy around and threatened to bury her mama alive just for her. Fuck she thought.
When I was done showering, I walked out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom to see that Cuba was still in her feelings. She sat at the edge of the bed crying with her head in her hands. I sucked my teeth and walked over to the dresser to grab me a t-shirt and a pair of briefs when I noticed the warrant that sat on top.
I picked the piece of paper up and carefully read through it. I made it about halfway through the first paragraph before I tossed the piece of paper to the floor. Deandrea Scott; I thought to myself knowing that had to be that bitch DeeDee. I guess it was time I found that hoe and paid her a visit.
Chapter 11
Cassidy
The following day…
“Aye, this muthafuckin’ place still look the same,” I said to Jourdin the moment we walked inside of Chuck E’ Cheese with the kid. Shit had been crazy, and this was the first time I was able to make my way back around to formally introducing myself the right way to my daughter.
That lil’ bitch, DeeDee, had ran a nigga off and had fucked up the family reunion, but Jourdin had hipped me to game and let me know that Cassie was a Chuck E Cheese kid, so I just knew we had to fall through.
I couldn’t believe my ass had a damn daughter. I was still trying to get used to how that shit sounded in my damn head and figure out how I was going to cope. For a nigga like me, having a daughter was devastating. I wasn’t shit and the way I dogged hoes…well the way I dogged women wasn’t nothing nice, and now, I feared my daughter was gonna suffer for all the damn hearts I broke. A nigga felt like reaching out to Tangie and making up with her ass, but I knew that I was gonna have to tell her about Cassie, and it wasn’t gonna do shit but remind me of why I was good on her ass. She wanted a perfect ass nigga, and I was far from it.
“You want to find us somewhere to sit, and I’ll order us some food and get some tokens for Cassie?” Jourdin said, breaking me from my thoughts. I looked down at her and licked my lips as my eyes ran over her thick ass thighs. She was wearing some leggings that had her looking thick as fuck. I nodded my head and rubbed my hands together while watching her walk away. Her hips swayed from side to side while, with each step she took, her ass jiggled.
“Daddy, come on!” Cassie said, as she grabbed my arm and tugged it. I immediately came out my trance and gave my young one all my attention. She took off running through the play yard, and I lightly jogged behind her to keep up with her.
“I wanna play this one,” Cassie squealed.
“We ain’t got no tokens. We gotta wait until your mama get us some bread for this shit,” I told her, and her smile turned into a big ass frown. She folded her arms over her chest and stuck her little foot out while blinking her eyes rapidly. My brows furrowed as I looked down at her, and for some reason, I started to feel bad as fuck. Was she about to cry?
“But I wanna play this one,” Cassie said sounding sad. I saw a little tear slide from her eye, and I started to look around trying to see what I could do. I saw a little boy not far from me that had a shitload of tokens just laying in front of him, so I decided to walk over and grab a few. I didn’t think his little ass would notice me since he was so into his game, but the moment I reached down to grab some, he slapped my hand and looked up at me like he was ready to do something.
“What you gon’ do lil’ nigga?” I asked, sizing him up. He continued to mug me while I swiped his ass for a few of his tokens and then headed back over to Cassie. I handed her two of them, and that quick, she was smiling and jumping for joy.
“Hey, I got us a seat right here,” Jourdin said, as she walked up behind me. “Where did she get the tokens from to play that? Did you buy some already?”
“Nah, lil’ dude over there let her borrow some until you came back,” I told her and noticed that lil’ dude still had his eyes on me. I bucked at his ass and brought my attention back to the fam.
“Come on, let’s go sit down. I usually give her a cup of tokens and let her run wild. After a few hours, she’ll be tired and ready to fall out,” Jourdin told me. She walked over to a booth, and I followed behind her. I took a seat, but couldn’t help but to keep my eyes on Cassie. She went from game to game, and I was sure that I had her in my view. For some reason, I just felt the need to protect her. She wasn’t no bigger than a minute, and I had to make sure wasn’t none of these lil’ kids tryna to fuck with her.
“You should let me braid your hair,” Jourdin commented, and I ran my hands through my wild hair as I looked down at her.
“Tangie would kill you,” I told her, and I caught the way she rolled her eyes.
“Can’t believe you got back with her when you came home. I heard she was dating some nigga named Camp while you was locked up.”
“She stopped messing with me when you popped up with a baby in your stomach.”
“Oh, I guess that’s my fault y’all broke up. Sounds to me that she took the easy way out. I never took her for a dummy, so I don’t know why she tried to act like she was shocked and shit that your ass was cheating on her. Everybody and they mama knew you was out here slanging the dick.”
“Why we talking about Tangie right now, though?”
“Maybe, because I’m still bitter about the fact that you played me and my daughter for her only for her to turn around and leave your ass hanging. I wouldn’t have ever done you like that.”
“Yea, that’s what they all say.”
“Well, I was for real about mine, and you know that. I held onto that lil’ package you left with me all the way up until I got out of jail for robbery. I turned a trick with some old ass nigga, and I took more than what he was offering me, and he turned my ass into the police. They made me do year for that shit. All I was trying to do was help my grandma pay her bills and feed Cassie. I had money sitting under the floorboard in my home, but my loyalty to your ass just wouldn’t let me touch it until I had no damn choice.”
“A’ight, look I’m sorry. What the fuck you want me to say? I fucked up, but damn man, don’t start that pointing fingers and shit. That’s why I can’t fuck with Tangie’s ass now, because I get sick of that. I’m here now, and I’m making it up to Cassie. It ain’t nothing I can do about the past, so let’s not even discuss it,” I said and sighed as I slid my hands into my pockets. I sucked my teeth as I watched Cassie rip and run through the play area having the time of her life.
I felt bad as fuck that I had Jourdin out here struggling to feed the kid, but she had to understand that shit was hectic back then. I was being set up, facing heavy time in prison, and shit was just being thrown at me left and right. I knew that me and her had slipped up a few times, and I had gone up in her raw, but at the time, I felt like I was being attacked. I didn’t trust nobody, but my girl and my brothers, so Jourdin coming at me then was just suspect.
“I’mma take care of my daughter, Jourdin. She gonna be good…and you will be too,” I told Jourdin, just as she took a bite of the pizza that was dropped off on our table.
“I don’t want you taking care of me, Cass. I just want help with Cassie.
“Like I said, you’ll be good too. Cassie needs to know now how a woman is supposed to be treated.”
“I promise you my intentions was to never ruin anything between you and Tangie. I knew my place,” Jourdin said, and I looked at her and frowned.
“Yea, well, I hope you haven’t been out here teaching our daughter to know her place,” I said to her and frowned. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see that Khi
had sent me several text messages.
“Wow, really, Cass?”
“Yea really,” I answered her and unlocked my phone.
Khi: My baby mama and her fam doing the most.
Khi: Going to twelve and shit.
Khi: We need to talk. Meet me at KaeDee’s in an hour.
Just as I was about to put my phone up and chill with Cassie for a few more minutes, my jack buzzed again, but this time, it was a message from Tangie. I opened it up to see that she had sent me a sonogram pic, and that caused me to shake my head. I had forgot that shawty had hit me about her appointment today, and I had promised her that I was gonna meet her there. I looked closely at the pic and noticed that it said she was around 10 weeks and 3 days and due around July 20th. I smiled a little, but chose not to reply to her. Sliding the phone in my pocket, I looked back to see Jourdin watching me closely.
“We gotta leave in a few minutes. Something came up,” I told Jourdin and made my way over to Cassie. I took her from game to game while helping her spend up all her tokens. I hated to rush her, but if Khi said he need to talk, then I knew it had to be something serious. Once we had gone through the tokens, I took Cassie up to the counter to cash in the tickets that she had won. It wasn’t very many, but I told her that she could pick whatever she wanted and she did. Cotton candy, a Chuck E Cheese rat, a ball, two suckers, a jacks and ball set, one of them lil’ shits that spends in circles, and a bunch of other shit. Damn, I had only had my daughter in my life for a few days, and she was already making me cough up my bread. I had to be careful, because her little ass was about to have me wrapped around her finger.
***
The moment I walked inside of KaeDee’s, I lit the tip of my blunt I had been holding onto and went looking for Khi. I found him in the kitchen with a drink in one hand and his phone in the other. He looked up from his phone and sat it down on the bar when he saw me coming. We slapped hands and hugged briefly before I stepped back to see what was good with him.
