by Zi'ere
I know he isn’t a fan of the judicial system anyway but just to make sure that I am protected from Pain’s temper tantrums, I have the business end iron clad. My only financial obligations are the utilities and paying the taxes on my home. There is no other feeling like this in the world.
39
“You did your thing with this! It looks like you hired an interior designer.”
Gavin walks and talks.
“For real?”
“Yes Babe, it is very classy and grown in here. Do you have everything that you want?”
“Yeah, so far so good- I just have some small things to pick up. And of course the kid’s rooms aren’t finished.”
I lead him into the kitchen, as we continue to chat.
“That’s nothing for you to worry about. I had them to pick out some things and I have their stuff ordered. When it comes in, we will get together and arrange a time to have it delivered.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Kam, it doesn’t matter if they never stay one night in this house. It’s yours and I pray that one day our child will be breaking your crystal figurines.”
“Our child?”
“I have five kids Babe, I know what spreading hips mean.”
“What the hell? How are you going to say that my hips are spreading?”
Gavin is incapable of answering me because he is too busy laughing. I have taken serious offense to what he has said. I have picked up weight but I know it is because I’m not on a food ration anymore.
“You need to go before I throw something at your head . . . In here talking about I’ve gained weight! My sweet Gavin would never say something like that to me!”
“Aww, Baby! You are still the most beautiful woman that I know. And no matter what happens to your hips, those are the only hips that I want.”
“Whatever!”
“I can picture you pregnant and I know for a fact that I will be the luckiest man in the world. There is nothing else that would make me happier.”
Gavin looks as if he is getting misty eyed.
What the fuck is really going on? These folks are gone drive me crazy before I’m even able to counsel anyone else!
Before I have a chance to respond, Gavin’s phone is going off.
“Duty calls, Babe. I’ve got to run and handle some business.”
He then stands and comes up on me close.
“Okay.”
I turn my back to him.
“Can I come back later on?”
He touches my waist and I can swear that I see fireworks.
“I didn’t even want to be in the apartment by myself before and now I have this big ass house…..what am I supposed to do?” Tears begin to fall.
“I will be back then.”
He pulls my hair to one side and then pushes it up.
I need every last one of the sweet kisses that he plants at the nape of my neck. I reach up and I tenderly run my fingers through the deep waves in his hair, firmly gripping him by the back of his neck. I moan out in ecstasy.
Seconds later, his hands are up under my shirt. From there, they are now inside of the waist line of my scrubs. A nice smack on the ass pushes me into total overdrive. Shirts are lifted over heads, shoes are kicked off, and pants fall to the floor. I know that he has to leave but he isn’t behaving like he is in a rush to get anywhere.
Especially when he lifts me onto the cold marble countertop, completely naked as the day that I was born. With the fridge open, he grabs all kinds of syrup and fruit. As if he is at a buffet, he sensually traces my body with pieces of fruit before he offers them to my mouth or either eats them himself.
I giggle as he covers my breasts with a spatula full of Cool Whip. But there is nothing funny about the way my man licks, sucks, and rubs on the firm grapefruits that I know he loves.
“See, look at this….I’m just kissing you and you’re cumming already.”
I am on another planet, so how am I supposed to know that I am dripping cum on my bar? Whatever mess there is though, he is more than eager to clean it up. He licks and slurps as if he is in danger of dehydration.
His firm tongue is nothing to play with, when he is in beast mode. If he didn’t have me locked down, I would be rolling over onto the floor three times, just trying to get him to loosen up the suction on my clit.
I am no match for him. He locks down my legs, while flickering his tongue even faster over the delicate folds between my legs. The more that I scream for a time out, the more that he ignores my whistle.
“I don’t want to hear that shit Kam, Daddy wants to come home. Tell me that I can come home to my love every night.”
He doesn’t even give me a chance to tell him that he can set up shop in the den if he wants to. He goes back to work on my mesmerized lips. Whatever the lips on my face say, the lips in between my legs tell a whole other story.
I am sick thinking of who else is getting my tongue and dick whenever I send him away night after night. I don’t need that type of stress in my life. My body betrays me once again by exploding with a forth orgasm.
Gavin doesn’t give a damn about letting me recover, he goes in for the kill. My juice gives him more lubrication than KY ever could to get Pain in its snug home. My smile returns. The look on my man’s face when he hits bottom on the first stroke is priceless.
“I need to come home, Kamille!”
“Nah, you’re having too much fun in the streets…..”
“Oh, shit!”
“Oh shit what, Gavin?”
Unable to respond, his pelvis slams harder into mine. It’s now my turn to cuss.
“Damn Baby, do that shit!”
“Daddy wants to come home, Kamille!”
“Uhhhhh,-Mmmmmmmm”
“TELL….ME….I….CAN….COME….HOME….”
With every word, he touches the top of my lungs.
I can’t even catch my breath, how am I going to tell him to move all of his shit in tonight?
40
I am a professional at caring for the pain that my small body has endured after Pain the Pussy Bandit has struck. Yet once again. I stand in the shower stall, allowing the hottest water that I can stand to massage my lower back and butt.
In the front, I need the spray to hit my abdomen for several minutes. I’ve already taken a pain pill as soon as we made it upstairs to the master bedroom. After I clean up, I then get into my bed with the love of my life. Gavin lays in the king sized bed, as if he is on cloud nine.
We make love for two hours straight, while christening the house at the same time. He hasn’t mentioned having to leave again, since we left the kitchen. I have no idea why I feel pain in my heart, as I listen to his phone ring more and more the later that it gets. Had it been business, Stymy knows how to get in contact with me if there is an emergency and he can’t reach Gavin.
I check my phone and make sure that I have reception. I have four full bars and a fully charged battery. At midnight, the blocked calls to my phone begin. It feel a pain in my chest after suddenly coming to a cold realization.
The entire time when I was turning Gavin away, my phone remained totally undisturbed without so much as an incoming call. Soaked in anger, I elbow him in the side. As he awakes from the pain, I change my voice to sleepily tell him his phone was ringing.
He lazily scrambles to get his head together. When he finds the phone, it isn’t important who is on the other end. He turns the ringer off and then gets back into bed. Not even two seconds later, my phone is ringing again.
“What the hell? Why is your phone ringing this time of night?”
“This is what happens when you are with me, whenever the sun goes down here lately. Whoever it is doesn’t want me, they want you- So here . . . You answer it.”
I drop the phone onto his chest.
“Private number? I know damn well….Hello?”
For the first time, I finally can hear the voice behind the secret calls.
The voice is a female.
I hear screaming but I can’t make out the words.
“If you heard me say wife, that’s what the fuck I meant.”
Whomever it is has poked the bear. Gavin has exited stage left. Pain is on the scene and he isn’t happy either.
“We’ve gone over this shit so many times that I’m starting to believe that you are fucking retarded! The shit is over. It’s been over. The only reason that you even see my face is because of my kids but if you keep on traveling down this road with me and Kamille, you won’t even have custody of my kids anymore!”
More yelling.
“But you know damn well that I’m big and bad enough to do it.”
He then presses the red button on her.
“Babe, why didn’t you tell me that she has been playing on your phone? How long has this been going on?”
It is dark in the bedroom, so he has no way of knowing that I’m rolling my eyes at him.
“The calls started when we first started spending time together.”
“Bullshit!”
“I bullshit you not, Pain!”
I know that I have hit him below the belt. I am sorry just as soon as it comes out of my mouth. I can’t change the fact that my intuition is telling me that something isn’t quite right between the two of them. Then after all of the fear that he has put in me, he doesn’t want for me to know the ruthless man. But he has given me a good idea of who Pain really was.
“Because you have had to go through all of this, I am going to let that slide. Chill Baby Girl.”
His voice is controlled.
“Is that a threat? Chill or what?” I sit up in the bed.
“No it’s not a threat. I asked that you not call me that.”
“That’s your name isn’t it? Lord knows that I have seen plenty of Pain, so it’s not like it’s a secret. I’m looking at Pain right now!”
“If she gets us at odds with each other Kamille, then she wins. She doesn’t have that kind of power in my life. What about you?”
I don’t answer him. I love this pain. I am addicted to him. Even if I wanted to leave him alone I couldn’t and I’m damn sure not going to push him back into her arms.
“Now that you know, I’m sure that you will take care of it, right?” I humble myself.
“I’m all on it.”
41
After the talk has settled down in our bed, I watch Gavin as he sleeps. There is a huge flat screen mounted on the wall directly in front of the bed but I haven’t looked at in hours. I can’t take my eyes off of him. He is the most handsome man that I’ve ever seen.
I study everything from the way that his eyebrows are shaped to how thick that his eyelashes are, and then back down to how big his feet are. Even though he was a manly man that isn’t beneath getting dirty, his feet are still well cared for.
He has strong thighs and he isn’t a hairy man. He is huge in comparison to me but I no longer hold fear for him. Even though I’m not from the street, I know that the fearful Kamille is now gone. I have to be just as strong and fearless as Gavin, in order to be in his life.
Neka has tried me, when she knows that I don’t like her ass. The message that she has sent to other women in the street makes me angry, every time I think about it. Gavin Brown is mine. I decide right at this moment to take him for better or for worse, for rich or poor, and in sickness and in health.
No one can tell me that there is a better man for me out here in this world. I have never been the type to constantly switch up men and I have no desire to start now. I take my eyes off of him and then look around the room.
He would not have done all of this if he was not as invested in me, as I am in him. There has to be something great between us.
I kiss him on the lips and then I snuggle up under him with the fluffy comforter up to my chin. Sleep comes easy and I am appreciative.
Saturday morning, I wake up to the smell of bacon. I am sure that Jai isn’t in my house cooking for me, which has me confused. My heart sinks at the thought of Gavin tearing my kitchen apart, by trying to do something nice for me. He’d had his one and only time in the kitchen to impress me. So I don’t need his services anymore in that department.
I smile thinking of our first date. I sit up in bed and I notice the big white terry cloth robe at the foot of the bed, along with a small pink card. Opening the card, I am apprehensive about what he can’t wake me to tell me that he preferred to write it out instead.
Morning love, after weeks of stress and negativity today is the day to let it all fall by the wayside. I have everything planned for your entire day. Please know that I love you and that I truly felt your love for me last night. G.
Knowing that the man knows how to surprise a woman, I am excited to find out what he has put together for me. I slip into the robe and run downstairs. In the kitchen is a female chef, who is putting the finishing touches on my breakfast.
“Good morning Mrs. Brown.”
“Umm, good morning.”
“Would you like apple, grape, or orange juice with your breakfast?”
“Apple juice, please.”
A few seconds later, an all American breakfast tray is placed before me.
That joker just said that my hips were spreading last night, yet he has a chef to come by and cook a gourmet meal for me!
I’m not worried about him or the plate. I clean it in a matter of minutes, realizing that I hadn’t eaten dinner the night before. After breakfast, a private masseuse is set up in the den to give my tired body a ninety minute massage. I am asleep not even fifteen minutes into it. Once I am top side up, I remain awake.
Just as one professional is leaving after rendering services, then another one enters my house. A manicurist introduces herself and lets me know what services that she is going to provide for me today. Manicures and pedicures are her specialty. After I am completely dry, I let the manicurist out of the house. The chef then advises me that by the time I have taken a shower, that my lunch will be ready.
When I get upstairs, I prep to take care of intimate grooming. The nagging truth that my cycle had been nonexistent for over two months makes me dig out the pregnancy test that I’d bought and hid. I can’t decide which one of us is more insane. I am having unprotected sex with a fairly new and strange man to me.
But even after I found out that he has five kids with another woman, I am still sleeping with him and using no kind of birth control. Then the genius scale for Gavin is no better. Hell, he’s known all along how many kids he has, yet he still makes no attempts to prevent a sixth little Brown from busting onto the scene.
I take care to follow the directions word for word. After I finish my shower, I will then know if I am going to be a mom. Through the shower stall, I keep on trying to peek at the results. I even skip double conditioning my hair, just so that I can find out my fate quicker.
Still dripping wet, I read the results of the test before I dry the water from my body. Kamille is positive for pregnancy hormones. My heart stops beating. Happiness and disappointment fights with each other in my heart.
Kamille Foster, with your fast ass trying to be grown! If you wanted this man to leave you alone before, you can hang that shit up in the closet and lock the door. He is not going to be separated from his kid, ever.
“Well, more than your damn hips are going to be spread by the time that this is over, Boo!”
42
After lunch is served, I am left all alone with my own thoughts for the rest of the day. I am now chilling in the movie room while sipping on ice cold apple juice and supposedly watching TV. The only thing that I can think about is how and when I’m going to tell Gavin that he is going to be a father again. No other choices ever enter my mind from the beginning. No matter what, my baby is going to be born.
I haven’t been a fool and I am confident that in spite of everything, Kamille and baby will be okay no matter what the outcome. I don’t have
a good poker face, so I decide to tell my baby daddy the news, just as soon as he gets home. I should be dizzy from my eyes bouncing back and forth from the clock to my cell phone. Gavin has not called me not once all day long and with so many strangers being in and out the house, that is so unlike him.
I don’t want to be the nagging baby mama though. Besides he already has one of those, so I sit on my hands just to keep from checking in on him. I have an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach though. I am only going to add to Tiffani acting even more insane, once the shine is taken off of her for being the only woman that he has kids with.
It does her heart good to know that a lot of women want to trap him but only she had been successful. I’ve heard through the grapevine, that her life is to be tied to Gavin, keeping their family intact. But I don’t know if my man down with her putting super glue on their family at this moment.
I have trusted Gavin from the start. After going back and forth in my head about his children’s mother, her calling my phone is a major issue for Gavin. I can’t understand how she’d gotten my number, not unless he has been in a compromising situation to allow her access.
This man has turned my world upside down and I have allowed it.
After a revelation like that, it is time to feed my soul. Nothing makes me feel better than Turtle Track ice cream. No need for a bowl, I have major situations going on in my life right now.
I have just gotten comfortable on the couch again, when my cell phone rings. According to the caller ID it is Stymy.
“If you are calling to cover for your homeboy, I’m not interested today!”
“KAMILLE!”
“Stymy, what’s wrong? Did something happen to Gavin?”
“THEY SHOT HIM KAM! IT’S BAD, IT’S SO BAD! THEY TRIED TO KILL HIM KAM! THEY WERE TRYING TO KILL HIM! YOU’VE GOTTA GET TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!”
Not two minutes ago, I was ready to go ham on the only man that I’ve ever been in love with. My feel good and my pain in one’s life is now in jeopardy, when I was thinking of hurting him myself. Now somebody is telling me that he’s been shot. Gavin has been shot and it is bad. My baby will now possibly grow up without a father. As a matter of fact, six children may very well end up fatherless.
