“Please tell me, please…” I shut my eyes momentarily. “That you did not bring yo’ bowling ball head ass up here to feed me some bullshit, Tabitha. That’s what the fuck I want you to tell me,” I gritted. She only whimpered in pain. “Let me make some shit clear to you since it ain’t quite got through that muthafuckin’ noggin. I don’t want you, and I haven’t wanted you in a while. For as long as you live, don’t ever approach me about my girl for any reason at all. I don’t give a fuck if you caught her ass chanting spells over a big black pot in the woods or dipping through the hood on a broomstick. You’d better keep it fucking pushing or I’m gon’ push yo’ shit back as soon as you step foot in my presence speaking her name. We understood?”
“Mhm, yeah.” Tabitha nodded rapidly, so finally, I let her hand go.
Suddenly, I watched her eyes widen, and before I could inquire what for, she was being dragged from the table and onto the floor by none other than my baby mama. Fuck.
“Help!” Tabitha screamed as Draylah pummeled her face.
“Get back!” the guard, Stephan, that I had on payroll barked at me when I attempted to grab Draylah.
“I ain’t getting the fuck back, nigga! You get back! Don’t put yo’ fucking hands on my girl ever in yo’ muthafuckin’ life,” I hissed, looking him up and down like he’d lost his monkey ass mind.
Finally, I moved past him, and grabbed Draylah, prying her small hands from Tabitha’s hair. I had no idea this whole time her ass had been wearing wigs until now, where I could see the shit hanging off to the side. I wanted to pop her ass in the mouth myself for lying this whole damn time. A nigga felt bamboozled and betrayed.
Stephan tended to Tabitha, as another guard I rocked with, Speck, escorted Draylah and I to the room I had reserved for us in seclusion.
Once inside, I placed Draylah’s wild ass to her feet.
“I just sucked your dick two damn days ago, and you already have another bitch up here? Look at me! I am fat because of you, and you choose now, to cheat on me and with that bald headed scallywag! Ugh! I hate you!” she ranted as I calmly took a seat on the couch.
“You done?”
“No! I found an open condom wrapper in your little hoe area downstairs at your party crib! What was that about? Who did you fuck!” She came and stood over me.
Smirking and licking my lips, I placed my hands on her hips before moving them up and down her sexy frame. She wasn’t fat at all; same old Draylah with a belly. As my hand went across her stomach, my eyes roamed her pretty face as it stared down at me angrily.
“Come here.” I pulled her down into my lap, making her straddle me. She had on one of them tight dresses that showed how sexy her figure was even while pregnant. Kissing her collarbone that smelled like her favorite perfume, I whispered, “You mad at me ‘cause you miss me.”
“No, because you’re a liar and cheater,” she whined softly, as my hands groped her ass, and as my lips continued to glide across her soft skin.
“Nah, you know I would never fuck around on you. You miss daddy, and that shit got you bugging the fuck out. I miss you too.” I kissed her lips before sucking them.
She held my face in her delicate hands, as our tongues came in contact. My hands seemed to make moves on their own as they traveled up her sexy thighs, pushing her dress in an upward motion until her bottom half and belly were exposed.
“Why you got on panties?” I frowned.
“Because I’m pregnant, Ricky, so I need to wear panties, trust me.” She pulled her dress over her head. “Ricky!” she squealed when I ripped her underwear like a thin ass sheet of paper.
“Pregnant or not, when I tell you not to wear panties, you don’t wear them muthafuckas. This my pussy, and as long as I don’t have a problem with what’s going on with it, then it don’t fucking matter.” I placed her on her back as she nodded while biting her lip.
“I wanna be on top, Ricky, I look fat lying down.”
Chuckling, I shook my head as I stepped out of this weak ass jumpsuit. Climbing between her legs, I replied lowly, “You look beautiful, baby.”
Her scowl dissipated at the sound of my words, as I placed her legs in the nooks of my arms. The head of my dick poked at her hole, and since I hadn’t hit in a while, I knew it’d be a bit of struggle.
“Mmm,” her voice gyrated in a soft cry as I forced my dick inside of her, cupping the top of her head gently so that she would take all of me.
“Shit,” I grumbled, enjoying the fuck out of the way her walls clung to my dick like magnets. “You ‘bout to cum for me already,” I panted, sliding in and out of her snug pussy at a medium pace.
She trembled lightly, and since I knew she needed a little bit of time, I slowed down my strokes, hitting her deep and in circular motions as I sucked on her lips and chin. I was obsessed with this woman under me.
Once I felt like she’d recouped, I lifted up some and pounded her pussy feverishly, listening to the sound of her wetness bouncing off the walls.
“Got damn,” I grumbled, staring down at her as I beat her pussy up. “You love me?”
“I d—do, Ri—Ricky.” She sniveled before her body froze then jerked.
Faster, harder, deeper, were the words to describe how I was hitting the pussy right now. A few pumps later, I was busting all inside of her, and she was raining down on me again. I leaned down to kiss her a few times, and then pulled out and helped her sit up.
“Everything alright in here?” I palmed her belly.
“Yeah, why do you ask?” She frowned, getting up and grabbing some wipes from her purse.
“Aye, come here.” I brought her back into me. “Fuck you so damn jumpy for?”
“No reason,” she replied softly. “I guess I’m just tired, and I have a long drive back home.”
I stared into her eyes for a few moments, and kissed her neck. Finally, I let her up, and then we both cleaned ourselves before getting dressed. We stood at the door of the room, kissing hungrily for a little bit, and then left out and went our separate ways. She kept looking over her shoulder at me, and I couldn’t do shit but shake my head. I needed to get the fuck up out of here.
***
A few days later …
“So how are you doing?” My lawyer Dale removed his suit jacket since the sun was blazing down on us outside.
“I’m not doing good, nigga. I’m locked the fuck up away from my woman, who is pregnant as fuck. I’ve had to cancel two muthafuckin’ shows and lost almost two million damn dollars over it. How the fuck would you be doing?” I hissed. “Get to the fucking point, my nigga.”
I wasn’t trying to blow up on this fucking dummy, but what kind of damn question was that? He needed to just say what the fuck he came here to say, and fuck all the damn cushion conversation.
“Yes, I understand. Well not completely, but I definitely get where you’re coming from.” He lifted his briefcase and showed it to the guard who nodded. He then placed it on the portion of the seat that he wasn’t sitting on, and popped it open as I waited. “Okay, so the judge needs a couple of days to decide on whether or not you get bail still, but I’m riding her on that. As far as the actual investigation, I had a couple of close friends look into it for me and get some information on where the hell all of this came from and how it landed on you.”
“And?”
“Do you know a Atticus Martín?” Dale squinted his eyes as he laced his ashy fingers.
“No, who the fuck is that?” I frowned, hating that this conversation was like pulling teeth in a sense.
“Well, he is the lieutenant, and he is the one leading everything. He sent Detective Chuck Jefferson to seek the search warrant, and pretty much started this whole thing up. Are you sure you’ve never dealt with him? Like in the past when you had run-ins with the law?”
I stared down at the filthy table we were seated at, trying to think, but I didn’t recognize that name at all. And now, the shit was gon’ be fucking with me because I would be wondering what the fu
ck this Atticus nigga had against me.
“Nah, I don’t know homie, but look, hit me when you get some information about me getting out of here, bruh, or I’m gon’ have to let yo’ ass go. No muthafuckin’ reason why I should be sitting behind bars for some shit I didn’t do for this long.”
“Right, Mr. Mont—”
“Get on it, that’s all I need you to do. Next time I see you, it better because I’m a free man.” I got up and nodded to the guard because I was done with this visit.
All the damn money I was paying his Oreo ass, and he wasn’t doing shit but bringing me somewhat useless information. Fuck am I gon’ do with a muthafuckin’ name behind bars? He’d better get that shit together before I add his stupid ass to my stomp out list.
Chapter Three: Draylah
A couple days later …
“Okay, Miss Omari, everything looks great.” My doctor smiled.
“Thanks.” I began sitting up.
“Okay, I’m going to step out for you to get dressed, and then I will be back in here in a few minutes, okay?”
“Okay.” I nodded.
Once my doctor left, I cleaned up and put my shirt back on, then sat down on the examination bed. I was so tired and beyond stressed, no matter what the hell I did. Ricky being in jail, Lily being alive but calling someone else mommy, her needing blood, my aunt Charlie being ghost; it was all just too damn much. It seemed like I would never catch a break in life. Every time I found happiness, it was always snatched away from me. The only good thing that was seemingly here to stay was in my belly.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Come in!” I shouted to my doctor, before he slipped in wearing a smile, and then closed the door behind himself.
“What did the father say when you told him it was twins?” He grinned and leaned up against the counter.
“Umm … I … he doesn’t know. He thinks it’s just the one baby, and I want to keep it that way for now.” I nodded, feeling myself about to cry.
During my second ultrasound the day after my accident, the doctor found another baby growing; a boy. I wasn’t sure how the other doctors missed it, but they did. Dr. Roth claimed my baby girl was blocking my baby boy, so he wasn’t visible at first.
I was happy, and I knew Ricky would be too, but I felt like telling him while he was locked up wouldn’t be the right time. I wanted to wait until he came home.
“I thought you were okay with this, Miss Omari?”
“No, no, I am. I just … he’s dealing with something right now, and I don’t want to stress him, so I will wait.”
“I hope not too long, because in some months, they’re gonna be here.” The doctor exhaled. “I know Ricky AK, I’ve heard of him. Isn’t he in jail?”
“You have? And ye-yes, he is.” I sniffled.
“My two daughters are obsessed with him, so I have definitely heard of him. They freaked out when I told them he was here and had checked me about you.” The doctor snickered and so did I. “But I think you should tell him. I don’t think it would stress him, I think he’d be happy. He is very much in love with you.” He laughed.
“I’m surprised you say that, since he kind of went in on you a little bit.” I giggled.
“Yes he did, but why do you think he did that?”
It was quiet for a little bit and then I nodded. The doctor and I talked about the babies a little bit more, and then I was free to go. Grabbing my baby name book off the chair in the room, suddenly, a thought came to mind.
“Oh, Dr. Roth, I need to ask you something.” When he looked to me, I continued. “I wanted to donate blood, and I was wondering if I needed a note from you or something stating—”
“Donate blood for what, Miss Omari? You’re pregnant, and it’s not allowed.”
“But even you said blood doubles to help the babies, so if I have extra, why can’t I—”
“Miss Omari, you cannot donate blood,” he stated with finality.
“I have to! I need to! You don’t understand! I am going to donate blood, and I don’t care what you say!”
Putting his hands up to stop me from walking past him, he said, “Even if you went down to give blood, they’d deny you; at least a reputable place would. A pregnant woman is not allowed to donate blood under any circumstances. Now if you tell me why it’s pivotal for you to donate, I can help maybe.”
“Someone I love very much needs a transfusion really badly. And, the only way she can get it is if I donate, or if someone pays a lot of money that I don’t have.”
“I see. I will see what I can do, but that’s a hard situation.”
“Yeah.” I slipped past him and left the doctor’s office to my car. Thankfully, it was fixed now because I missed it.
Sitting in my vehicle, I dropped my face into my hands and began to sob. I hadn’t seen Lily in six years really, and I already loved her as if I’d raised her. Antonia told me she’d been doing okay so far, but lately, the doctors were saying the transfusion needed to happen and soon. I tried other ways, and the doctors pretty much told me a nice chunk of change or a donation of blood was the only way. I wasn’t broke, but I didn’t have the “donation” they were asking for.
My phone began ringing, and when I looked down, I saw it was from that San Antonio, Texas number, so I quickly answered. I muted the phone while I sniffled and wiped my eyes, then I spoke up after tapping mute again.
“Hi, baby.” I tried to sound happy.
“What’s wrong with you?” Ricky immediately inquired in that sexy raspy voice of his. I missed him so much.
“Nothing, why?”
“You sound like you faking right now, and I can hear you sniffling. Fuck is wrong with you, Draylah?”
“Lily is gonna die, Ricky.” I wailed, not able to hold it in anymore.
“Wait, what? I thought she was holding up and—”
“No, she’s not!” I cried. “She’s not anymore, and I can’t give her blood because I’m pregnant. And the doctors don’t even care unless you have money, which is unethical I guess, but if I had that much I would give it.”
“What hospital is it again?”
“South Bay Medical.”
“Aight. I’ll call you tonight. Just relax, Draylah, and stop stressing so much with my baby in you.”
“I’ll try.”
“Nah, you will,” he replied sternly, turning me on. “I got yo’ back and shit, even from in here. I told you that.”
“I know.” I half smiled. For a moment I felt better, even in the midst of everything.
After hanging up with Ricky, my mood was up a little bit, so I had an appetite. I knew he’d be pissed if he found out I wasn’t eating as much, because I was slightly depressed and was rarely hungry. I just knew the doctor would say something today, but by the grace of God, my babies were still okay.
Babies. I was still shocked that I was having two. And shit, it could be three with the way their asses had fucked up.
I got something to eat from Panera Bread, and since I didn’t want to go home, I decided to stop by and see Lily. I hadn’t been back since I witnessed her call Antonia ‘mommy,’ but I’d been keeping in contact with Antonia for updates.
I got my visitor badge and rode the elevator up, carrying a Barbie doll I’d purchased for her a couple days ago. I didn’t know when I’d be able to give it to her when I bought it, but today was gonna be the day. I’d just have to deal with the fact that she saw another woman as her mom and not me. I wanted to throw up at my thoughts.
“Draylah.” Antonia smiled and rose to her feet upon seeing me. “Wow, your belly is getting there.”
“Yeah.” My eyes were on Lily who was sitting up and eating some of the hospital food. She looked so pale, and it was obvious why.
“Hi, Lily, I’m Draylah,” I spoke, trying my hardest to keep my voice steady.
“Hi, Draylah,” she replied with a wide smile. “How do you know my name?”
“Uh, well, I know your mother here, and she told me your name,�
�� I lied, feeling like someone had punched me in the stomach. Holding the tears back was so damn hard.
“Oh. Well nice to meet you, Draylah. You have long hair like me!”
“Yeah, I do.” I moved closer to her and took a seat nearby, as Antonia sat back in her chair. “I got you something.” I held out the Barbie doll.
“Wow, thank you! But it isn’t my birthday or anything.”
“I know. I just wanted to buy you something to play with while you’re in here. How are you feeling?”
“Very tired.” She exhaled. When she looked at me, she reached out and wiped the tear gliding down my face. “Why are you sad?”
“I’m not sad.” I giggled as Antonia rubbed my back. “I’m just … happy to be here hanging out with you.”
“People smile when they’re happy, Draylah, not cry.”
“Well, sometimes, sweetie, people get so happy that they can’t help but to cry. So that’s what’s happening here,” Antonia answered.
Lily nodded with her mouth in an O shape.
“Do you have a husband?” she inquired before eating some Jell-O.
“Lily!”
“It’s fine.” I chuckled because her little eyes were on my stomach. “No, I don’t have a husband.”
“So how did you get a baby in your tummy?”
“Because I have a boyfriend that I love very much, and who loves me. So we got together and made a baby.” I grinned as she nodded.
“Is he cute? All the boys at my school are ugly and broke.”
I burst into laughter as Antonia shook her head with a half-smile.
“Wow, those are some terrible traits. But yes, my boyfriend is cute. Would you like to see a picture?”
“Yes, please!”
I went into Instagram and scooted my chair closer so we could sift through Ricky’s pictures together.
“Wow, and he’s your boyfriend?” Her eyes were wide.
“What are you saying, I’m ugly?” I frowned playfully, and she began laughing while shaking her head.
“No! We look alike, me and Draylah, huh, Mommy?” she asked Antonia who nodded. “That man is tall, fine, and looks like he has a loooooot of money. I like him!” Lily nodded as I giggled. She was so grown for her age, just like my mama said I was. My mother said when I was three, I told her a whole story about how I’d gone to the movies with my boyfriend.
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