A Mother's Love

by Miss Dee

  Tesha got my kids for me while I was being interrogated and treated like a criminal. They told me more shit than I knew about the man that I loved. Vincent was a drug dealer and had been one for years. He was a killer also. They showed me pictures of Vince’s work. People were mutilated and tortured by him. The shit was horrific. I was hot and sweaty and after thirteen hours in the interrogation room my stomach started hurting. I knew what it was. The stress, of all the bullshit I was going into labor.

  The detectives thought I was lying and made me sit there in pain. I was crying and screaming I need to go. They were torturing me my water bag broke and I knew the baby was coming. They finally took me to the hospital and I delivered Violet. I almost died. Violet was premature and had to be in ICU. I was about ready to die. Thank God to my sister that she kept my kids for me. While in the hospital I became depressed. The police left me alone they could have gotten sued for the shit they did to me. But since I was twenty three years old with four kids and no money what could I do.

  When I was released I was happy. I went back to Yellow’s house with my kids. I knew I had to do something. So I decided to work at the club with Yellow and Red. For a chick that had four kids my body was still on point. I had minimum stretch marks, my stomach was flat, my ass was fat, and I could dance. I went to meet Omar, their boss. He was handsome I had to say. I wasn’t quite healed from giving birth but I wasn’t bleeding. I had to put on a dance show for him and two of his boys. I wasn’t really nervous more embarrassed. Red came with me and told them that she would dance with me to settle my nerves. I had also drank a bottle of Patron to settle my nerves.

  I wore a white dress and I had on some lace underwear underneath. These were the same niggas that had just seen me flossing when Vince was alive. I knew they were loving this shit. But I didn’t give a damn I had kids to feed. So I put on the best damn show they had ever seen. Of course they gave it to me. I was embarrassed but I knew I could get paid. I decided to use Delightful as my stage name.

  Delightful not Denesha…

  I had been working at the Club for about a month now and I had already gotten my own place. It was another low income but it was a three bedroom. I put Daphne and Violet in one room and Shamar and Jr. in the other room. Violet was still not home yet. They said she would probably get out the hospital the following week. I had to get things prepared for her. I had to buy all new shit for my kids so I worked extra hard at the Club. I made sure I did extra to receive extra. I had made enough money to get my kids some bedroom sets. I had bought them some new clothes and shoes since all our shit was back at the house.

  I couldn’t believe Vince had left me in this situation. But I’m gone get up and pick myself up and not let this get the best of me. Tesha watched the kids at night when I worked. I made sure I looked magnificent some out of town niggas was here so I had to be up to par. I had my hair crinkly. I wore a police custom tonight cause I was trying to arrest this money.

  Red, Yellow, and I rode together because we left the club late and we didn’t want anything to happen to any of us. There was major paper in the place cause the parking lot was packed. We smiled at each other and got out the car. We went in the back to get dressed. I had on a silver little swim number. You know the kind where the only thing that is covered is your titties and pussy. But for my stage performance I was going to put on my police costume.

  There was a lot of players in the place. I had a regular guy who always came to see me and once he saw me he started smiling. That was perfect I was going to give all my attention to him in the corner get his money and then once I hit the stage I was going to be the main attraction. These hoes didn’t have shit on me. Most of them were skinny or just had big butts. But I had curves because of my kids. I had thighs, ass, hips, titties; I was bad fuck them other hoes.

  I made about two hundred in the corner with Chris; he was always giving me all his money. I told him I had to go perform and I would be back. I went and took a quick hoe bath and put on my costume. The DJ put on that Webbie and I went out there. I loved that song. I.N.D.E.P.E.N.D.E.N.T cause I was definitely independent. I shook my ass and made sure every nigga in the club was looking at me. I made my ass clap, and it shook with little movement from me. The niggas was definitely making it rain on me.

  But there was this one guy in the audience who was acting like he wasn’t enjoying the show. I made my way over to his side of the stage. And up close the nigga was fine. He was brown skinned, with dreads. He was definitely easy on the eyes. I started bouncing my ass in his face. He turned and started watching then. I turned around and our eyes locked. I damn near stopped dancing looking into his eyes. I had to get back to the groove. I stopped looking at him and focused on the rest of the niggas in the Club. My performance was finished at the end of the night my cut was only fifteen hundred.

  Red, Yellow, and I headed to Yellow’s car. They were talking about all the cash they had got that night and I was thinking about the fine deadhead. We were almost to the car when I saw him and three guys standing in the parking lot. He walked up to us and stopped me.

  “Here you go lil mama.” He said and handed me a wad of cash. I didn’t know what to say and plus he walked away.

  “What the fuck was that about?” Yellow asked.

  “I don’t know.” I said and put my money in my purse. All I knew was I made a come up that night and I loved it.

  Chapter Ten

  With the money dread head had given me that night I was able to buy myself a bedroom set. I still needed a kitchen table and living room set. I bought us some flat screen televisions too. I usually only make about fifteen hundred after Omar got his cut. So since dread head had given me three thousand more I was grateful. I was hoping I would see him but I didn’t.

  It was summer and all the festivals were cracking. I made sure I took the kids during the day to every event but at night I found me a babysitter. Shane and Lo was still in the kid’s life when they wasn’t in jail. Between the two of them I didn’t know who went to jail the most. But right now Shane was winning. I had took the kids to the water park earlier and Zaharra, Yellow, and I were on our way to the car show. Tesha had met me at the water park and finished watching the kids so that we wouldn’t miss the car show.

  All the hustlers were there and I was trying to hook me one. I hadn’t had sex since Vince. I was still in mourning but shit it was time to get over it. It had been a year already that time had flown. I decided to dress down since half the niggas in the city had seen me naked. I had to keep my image up. I know I was a stripper but during the day I wanted to look like a respectable young lady especially around my kids. I had on some white leggings with a red baby doll shirt, my red sandals matched perfectly. I had my long hair pinned up it was too hot to have it down.

  The females in the city was pulling out all stops with their outfits. Shit half of them didn’t have on any clothes. We watched all the different cars pull up. I had my camera so I was trying to take pictures. I don’t care if I looked like a groupie I loved to have memories of things. I wanted my kids to see old pictures of me just in case anything happened to me. I was asking dudes can I take pictures in their cars and they were happily letting me. They were laughing at me like is she serious. I was telling them outright yes.

  We was walking and I seen a car that looked like a chess game. Now that shit was hot. I walked up to the car and was surprised to see dread head in the car and with a chick. She was fly I must admit, redbone with red weave in her hair. She looked like a real rat though. I leaned in the car on her side and asked can I take a picture with the car. He smiled when he seen me and I could tell the recognition. He smiled and licked his lips at me.

  “Hell yeah,” he said. “Lena get out the car let her get in.”

  The girl got out the car and she told me she would take the picture. She was nice because if that was me no bitch would be all in my man shit. She took pictures and he got up close to me and kissed my cheek and she snapped the picture. Now I w
as in shock she really didn’t care. I was getting out the car and he whispered in my ear, and his breath smelled like mint and my pussy got wet.

  “That’s my sister.” I grabbed my camera and got out.

  I don’t know why I felt nervous around him. Any other guy I would have been bold and really trying but with him I couldn’t bring myself to speak. We were kicking it with these guys from the neighborhood by their cars. Ty, G, and Phil were cool niggas and sometimes they went out to the bar with us. All three was trying to get with all three of us and it was silly. Red and Yellow had fucked all three niggas so I knew they were not worth my trouble. We were standing there when I saw dread head sister walk up.

  “Ay Delightful, my brother wanted you to get his number before he left.” She handed me a piece of paper.

  “What’s his name?”

  “It’s Q, Quincy.” She said and walked away.

  I followed her and seen her get in the car with Quincy. I seen him looking at me and he winked. At that moment my whole body melted.

  I had started talking to Jesse this guy I knew from my kid’s daycare. I never called Quincy I really didn’t know what to say. Plus with all my baggage I thought I would scare him away. What nigga would possibly want a girl with four kids especially a guy like him. Jesse was an alright guy. He worked at Daphne’s school as a janitor. He was handsome, clean cut nigga. He was stingy though every time we went out it was to some little restaurant you could tell he was not living large. It was like I was dating one of my baby daddies again. He was small time, Vince had definitely spoiled me.

  I was missing Vince so I went to his gravesite. I was crying and frantic I really missed my honey. He treated me so good and I would never find anybody like him. Jesse was okay but Jesse was no Vince. I didn’t even wanna have sex with Jesse because I kept thinking about Vince. Jesse thought I was playing games and “dumped” me. What the fuck ever. I remember when he called me with the shit. I had just gotten off work at the club. My cell was ringing and I picked up for him.

  “You must be fucking one of those niggas at the club?” he said he sounded drunk.

  “What Jesse? What you on?” I said taking off my clothes I was tired.

  “Bitch you heard me. You must be fucking one of those niggas at the club.” I was appalled no this nigga did not just call me a bitch.

  “Yea nigga I am.” I said he was getting on my nerves. It wasn’t like he had bread the nigga was a janitor. I wasn’t used to this shit he had to go.

  “You know what you slutty bitch your pussy probably loose anyways from having all those damn kids, fuck you.”

  Well damn that’s how he felt. He tried calling me a week later but I cursed his ass out. I would see him at Daphne’s school trying to game on other mothers but fuck him he wasn’t even worth my time.

  When I got to the gravesite I saw a piece of paper on the head stone. It read “this nigga not who you think he is. Just call me and I will tell you everything. Trust me and REAL remember everybody ain’t loyal.”

  I didn’t know what this was all about. It was Quincy’s number at the bottom. I didn’t know what to think. Was he trying to say Vince wasn’t who I thought he was or what? I knew he wasn’t who I thought but I loved him and although he sold drugs it really didn’t matter.

  Chapter Eleven

  I had decided to ignore the letter from Quincy I didn’t know what the nigga was trying to pull but it wasn’t funny. It was about to be winter so I decided to get me a van. I had been upgraded to a new Chrysler for me and the kids but I think we needed more room. Zaharra watched the kids for me while I went to look for a van. I stopped to get some gas and ran into Quincy. When he seen me he smiled. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. He saw that I had an attitude but he still approached me.

  “Ya must of got my letter.” He said.

  I went to the register, “I want fifty on pump seven.” I was handing the guy my money and Quincy hurried up and paid for it. I sucked my teeth, “thank you but that wasn’t necessary.”

  He walked behind me and went to my car and started pumping my gas. “Look ma, I know you confused but you gotta hear me out. I gotta tell ya something.”

  “What you wanna tell me that Vince is a drug dealer? Something I already found out.” I had to admit he looked good with his red cap on.

  “Naw he wasn’t no drug dealer. And I know cause I did my research, he was a good guy.”

  “So what you wanna tell me then?”

  “Look first before I tell you I wanna be honest.” The pump had stopped. He put my cap on and closed my gas tank. “I killed Vince.”

  I didn’t know what was wrong the nigga. He had just admitted he murdered my man. Was he stupid? I slapped him, and he grabbed his face.

  “Wrong move I’m going to the police.” I jumped in my car but he was jumping in my car too.

  “Get the fuck out!” I was screaming and crying. What was wrong this nigga did he wanna fuck up my life or what.

  “Look ma, its more to it than that.” He was trying to calm me down but I was heated.

  “What the fuck else! Huh Q! What the fuck else?” I was frantic.

  “Look ma, he wasn’t good for you anyway. The nigga was gay.” I thought I heard him wrong I looked at him. That made me calm down for sure.

  “What the fuck you say?”

  “Vince is gay. He been fucking your friend Rick for years now.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Look I know you gotta be somewhere but I just wanted you to know so you could move on.”

  “Oh really,” I giggled through my pain. “With who you?” It was sarcasm but I looked at Quincy.

  “Yeah, look shawty just call me so we can talk more and so we can get together.” He got out my car.

  Now why the fuck did he think I was going to call him after he just told me he killed the love of life the nigga had to be crazy.

  I must admit although I had doubt about Vince being gay I had to find out for myself so I called Rick. Rick and I was cool but every since I started seeing Vince I must admit the nigga was distant. I didn’t even know where he lived. He told me he would meet me in the city and we could do lunch. I told him I would be bringing the kids too so we had to do somewhere kid friendly. We decided to just go to McDonalds they had the play area. I didn’t know what I was going to say but I was a very blunt person. And honestly Rick and I hadn’t been close since High School.

  I ordered the kids some food and we waited for Rick. I called him and he didn’t answer. We ate and he still didn’t show up or call. It had been two hours so we left. That was when I broke down and called Quincy I needed some answers. He answered and I asked him could he meet me at my house. I gave him my address and told him to come later after I put the kids to sleep. Since it was a school night their bedtime was eight o’clock. I put my kids in the tub and put them to sleep.

  I had fell asleep on the couch and was awaken by a knock at the door. I jumped up and screamed who is it? It was Quincy. I went to the door and unlocked it. I only had a t shirt and some panties on. Shit wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me naked before anyways. He sat next to me and explained everything to me. He told me how Rick and Vince had been lovers. Rick’s man Aaron was actually the drug dealer and when he found out that Rick was fucking Vince he set him up. He made it seem like Vince was the connect that Quincy had been getting his work from. So one day the money came up short. Aaron blamed it on Vince and said that was what he gave him.

  So Quincy put money on Vince’s head. But the day that he went to kill Vince he saw me with him he planned not to do it. But he noticed that I saw him in the black car and didn’t want me to warn Vince so he went ahead with the plan. But later he found out that Aaron was lying. He was so jealous that he sent Q to kill the wrong man. Because of that Q had to kill Aaron. But when he went to tell kill Aaron he found out that Rick was in on it too. Rick was mad at his lover Vince because he was choosing me over him. They had even set shit up with the police that Vince was in the drug game that’
s why they had took all of my things.

  “So look lil mama, I’m sorry for the shit. I learned about you and your kids and I am here to help.” He said and gave me a hug.

  I was crying at this point. I didn’t know who Vince was he had been lying to me and could have given me AIDS. I was crying my heart out.

  “Stop crying ma. A real nigga here now,” he said giving me a kiss.

  He started kissing me and I kissed him back. I gave into the temptations that I had felt for Quincy. I was angry with him at first but I was happy that someone actually cared to tell me the truth. I let him push me back on the couch. He explored my body with his soft hands.

  “Damn Q” I moaned.

  “You gone let me take care of you?” He asked between kissed.

  “Yess” I moaned.

  “Good take these clothes off” he ordered.

  I did as I was told. Some would say that I am stupid and some would cheer me on but whatever the case it was my life and I was going to live it like I wanted to.

  Back to the present…

  That was the start of our love affair. Quincy had three kids of his own so we had seven kids all together. I was happy I loved his kids. There was Quenton, Quita, and Quincy Jr. They loved me and the kids got along great. Besides the every now and then squabbles between siblings everything was good. I had finally found my soul mate in Quincy. Quincy was in the game but he was getting out.

  He purposed to me in Hawaii now how great is that. A bitch was living well. We had gotten our wedding plans together and we bought a big house. It was something like a mini mansion. Now the big day had arrived. I had just got my hair done and was looking gorgeous.