“Fighting would prove that I cared when I don’t. Let’s just go to a restaurant and eat, since you done sent me on this dummy mission,” I told her, and she laughed again.
The next day
“Normani, bruh, sit yo’ ass down! You doing too much. You ain’t even supposed to be reaching over yo’ head like that anyway.” My annoying ass cousin’s deep voice beamed through the damn intercom that he and Normani had installed in their house.
Normani and I were in her walk-in closet, and she was showing me different clothes, shoes, and new purses she had. They had cameras installed in just about every room of the house, so Billion had to have been in the mancave with Truth and a few of the other niggas he invited to this BBQ, and he had nothing else better to do than spy on his wife. I was sitting on top of the massive marble island in the closet, looking at the stuff that Normani was showing me, and I laughed at Billion’s voice coming through the intercom.
Normani stopped in her place, and she let out a small laugh too, knowing this nigga would embarrass her if she kept it up. Normani was so pretty pregnant. She had the perfect sized baby bump that easily showed in the cute, red, cotton spaghetti-strapped dress she was wearing around the house.
“Baby, I’m just showing Twinkle my stuff. That’s not doing too much!” she said, pressing the intercom button in the closet as she talked back to her husband.
“You is! I been watching you for the last five fuckin’ minutes. You going to fuck around and try to pull something down, and all that shit gon’ fall on you. Normani, please just vibe. Chill out. I’ll be up there in five minutes to take down whatever you trying to show Twinkle. In the meantime, though, sit yo’ ass down,” he spat.
Normani didn’t even bother to respond. Instead, she just waved his ass off.
“This is why I didn’t want him putting up cameras in the rooms. It’s just a way for him to stalk what the hell I’m doing. Look at these, though. I gotta find a cute outfit to wear with these,” Normani said and passed me a bad ass pair of white and black Chanel boots.
We had been doing this for the past twenty minutes because we both loved fashion. Normani was a sucker when it came to purses, and even I was in awe of the beautiful custom closet she had. All her nice purses were in glass cases, so her closet looked more like a showroom than it did a closet.
“These are fire. You gotta wear some bad ass distressed black jeans with them and a simple black top. I would do these for a dinner look,” I told her as I handed her back the shoe box.
Normani showed me more stuff, and while I looked at it, she spotted something on her phone and laughed. She texted back, and then she came back over to where I was.
“That’s what I meant to ask you. Do you know somebody named Askiya? Her husband is Huncho. I met her a week ago at the office. She brought her kids for a check-up,” Normani said.
“I don’t know her, but I know who she is. She has that photography business. She’s really good too. I tried to book a birthday photoshoot for Dream months back, and that girl was booked for the month already, plus the following, so I had to go to somebody else. Her husband owns the gas stations, White’s. I used to go there all the time to get food. You know about White’s. I took you there with me before to get food. That’s who you texting?” I asked.
“Yeah. She’s cool. We’re supposed to hang tomorrow morning and go to brunch. You should come with us,” Normani told me.
“That’s cute, but I can’t. Truth and I are having brunch with his teammates and their wives. I move to another state, and you replacing me already,” I said with a fake pout on my face.
Normani playfully laughed and then popped me on my exposed thigh.
“Says the person who moved and got a whole new best friend. How did your pole dancing class go yesterday anyway? I forgot to ask you about that,” she said.
“Girl! Don’t even remind me! We went to Trinity’s studio,” I told her and sucked my teeth.
“What! Oh, my God. What happened?” Normani asked, and I explained to her the events that took place yesterday at the studio.
We talked about it for a few more moments, and then Normani looked at me and sighed.
“I know Mia and Billionaire messed around in the past,” she said, shocking me with her words.
“Billion told you that?” I asked. I still hadn’t said anything about it, because like I said before, I didn’t want to step on my cousin’s toes.
“No, he didn’t have to, and you didn’t either. I was just able to read between the lines. I just started questioning myself on why you never tried to link up with both me and Mia. Then, one time I was around Billionaire, and I saw that you posted a picture of you and Mia. I made a comment about wanting to go to LA to have some girl time with y’all, and when Billionaire didn’t say anything, I was like, ‘this nigga fucked her,’” Normani said, and then she laughed.
I laughed too because only a psycho woman would have known that. I peeped a lot of shit with a nigga when they be lying, but honestly, that probably would have gone right over my head.
“I hate when I find out from Billionaire about women that he dealt with. I swear I don’t care how long ago before me it was. I’m not mad or anything because I’ve long ago accepted the fact that my husband had a life before me. Sometimes, I just be wishing that he and I could be out in public, and a nigga who I used to mess with before him would come up and speak to me. Then I would I get to say something like, ‘oh yeah, me and him messed around a couple of years ago.’ I know the look on his face would be priceless,” Normani said, making me crack up because, for real, she was sick.
Just when I was about to respond, the closet door pushed open.
“The look on the nigga’s face would be even more priceless when I beat his ass for even walking up and addressing you. Why you gotta talk shit about me, bae? Don’t I be good to you? We ain’t been beefing in months. Why you trying to start some shit up?” Billion asked as he walked into the closet.
He was in his home, and because he had been the one standing over the grill today, cooking the food, he was dressed down in his sweats, that were sagging off his ass and a black V- neck. Normani stopped what she was doing, let out a laugh, and damn near lusted after her husband as she looked at him from across the room.
“I wasn’t talking shit about you. I was speaking on all your old flings. Mia, to be exact, who you actually never told me about. I just had to read between the lines with that one. I’m not even opening the floor for you to explain yourself because I’m really not even mad. I figured it out on my own,” she told him.
Billion looked at me, shook his head, and I threw my hands up in surrender, not wanting any parts of this conversation.
“With so much shit going on, Normani, that shit didn’t even register in my mind. Twinkle and I had a conversation about that months ago, and I told Twinkle that I would tell you, but honestly, I just forgot. If I forgot, then it obviously means that it ain’t important to me. That shit so old that I swear I don’t even remember what her pussy looked like, let alone what it felt like,” he said, trying to talk himself out of the hole.
I laughed because I swear, I didn’t understand how Normani dealt with this fool. I would have been in somebody’s mental facility, dealing with his ass. He came over to Normani and lifted her in his arms. When they started kissing, and I saw where this shit was about to go, I quickly jumped down from the island because I would not witness a porno right before my eyes.
“Come back in five minutes, Twink, and close the door behind you,” my cousin told me.
“Normani, just meet me downstairs when your ass is done,” I said and then walked out of the closet, closing the door behind myself.
I made it downstairs, and Dream was running around the house with Khari while Lil Bill was sitting in the den area, playing that game, per usual. Truth was sitting at one of the stools in the kitchen, and I walked over to him. I kissed his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck while his went for my stomach.
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“You straight?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’m fine. You ready to go? You look tired,” I said, looking into his reddish colored eyes.
He flashed me the most gorgeous smile that I’ve ever seen in my life, and when he did that, I poked in one of his dimples.
“I’m ready whenever you are. We were down in the basement, shooting dice. You look so beautiful, man. I can’t wait until our baby gets here,” he told me.
Truth expressed his yearning for our child to get here at least once a day. I was excited too, especially after already having two pregnancies before where I selfishly ended one, since I felt like I wasn’t ready. After losing the next one, I was ready for it all with Truth. He and I had decided that we would go with a winter wedding that was set to take place this December. Our baby would be born by then. I couldn’t wait to be his wife, the mother to all his children, and continue to work on our friendship too.
I just thanked God that this time around, I actually listened to my heart. I know people expected me to sit around and work it out with Monterius because that’s what I did so many times before. Everyone expected me to one day find it in my heart to forgive him for the daughter he conceived with another woman, but women, know that we don’t need to put up with that kind of shit.
If I was proud of myself for anything that I did in my life, I was proud that I actually put my foot down, finally learned my damn worth, and I was with a man who I didn’t have to question his love for me because he had a way of proving it every day.
Two months later
My wife did this thing where she be moaning in her sleep, and I thought that was the funniest shit in the fuckin’ world. My dick had power. Shit, I had power because even in her sleep, I still gave her wet dreams about me. Normani swore I be lying when I tell her she be moaning in her sleep, so this time, my phone was in my hands, and I was recording her ass.
I had about a good minute of proof, and then I tossed my phone back on the dresser. It was Saturday evening, a little bit after seven, and I was getting ready to head out in a minute, so I could drop my daughter off to Denim. It was summer break, and Khari had been with me for a little bit over a week straight. Today, I was taking her home because she was not only ready to see her mama, but Denim called looking for Khari this morning, wanting to know if I could bring her home.
Denim and I were just taking this co-parenting shit one day at a time, and this shit had not been a fuckin’ walk in the park either. I had big resentment toward Denim, and we all know where that shit stemmed from. Denim had major issues, and because of that, it forced us to often bump heads. She came at my wife sideways a couple of months ago at Khari’s birthday party, and I didn’t like that shit, man. Until I felt like Denim had learned how to respect Normani, she and I would never be in a good place.
I knew how my wife looked out for Khari, and she was an amazing stepmother when it came to both of my children, but Denim wasn’t ready to be mature yet and accept that shit. We kept it about Khari and Khari only. My wife was about to hit her eight-month pregnancy mark in a couple of weeks, which meant that we were getting closer to meeting Prosper. I couldn’t wait to meet that little girl; I swear I couldn’t.
“Bilionnnn,” I heard my wife moan in her sleep.
She was lying on her side of the bed, wrapped in her throw blanket, and was resting on her side. I would walk out to drop Khari off, but that moaning shit had turned a nigga the fuck on. I spooned her from behind, putting one hand under her shirt, and I felt around on her big stomach. I placed soft kisses on her neck, and it wasn’t long before she stirred, waking up out of her sleep. With my other hand, I rubbed her scalp.
“Daddy was putting in work in yo’ dreams, ain’t it?” I asked her, and she let out a low laugh.
“Billionaire, you take up all the space in my head. I even dream about you,” she said in a sleepy voice.
“What the fuck was I doing to you? I recorded you, shorty. You was moaning up in this bitch, and I almost got jealous until you called my name out. Tell me what I was doing,” I groaned in her ear, already trying to remove the little shorts she was wearing.
I swear, I was obsessed with my wife. I just had to be all up on her every hour of the fuckin’ day. Her soft hand reached back, and she held onto my dick, which was good and hard in my sweatpants. She stuck her hand inside my briefs and cuffed my dick.
“You were doing me in the kitchen. It felt so real, baby,” she told me.
I got the shorts off and tossed them behind me. I kept Normani on her side and got my dick out of the sweats. In two seconds, I slipped inside that hot, wet, tight shit. I couldn’t believe her pussy could get this damn wet. I bit down hard on my bottom lip as I long stroked her pussy from the side. She moaned with each thrust I gave her and tooted her ass back my way.
“I was in it like this?” I groaned in her ear, but she shook her head.
“Baby… you were deeperrrrr,” she cried out.
I was trying not to hurt her little ass, but if my baby said I was deeper, then it was only right that I gave her deeper. I picked up her right leg and held it up in the air, then I dug in that motha fucka. When her moan got stuck in her throat, and she stopped fuckin’ back, meeting me stroke for stroke, I knew that I had found the spot she was telling me about.
“Like that, bae?” I asked and then bit her lip.
“Yessssssss… Baby, I love you… I love youuuu,” she cried.
When she started that I love you shit, I knew she was about to bust, and so was I. This pussy just got a nigga every fuckin’ time, man. Four strokes later, and I dumped nut in her like I hadn’t just done this two hours ago before she fell asleep for her nap. Fuckin’ just had her sleeping for two hours straight, and I did the same thing to her all over again.
Once I finished with her, I lowered her leg, kissed her on her neck, and got out of bed. My dick was glistening with her juices as I walked to the bathroom to clean myself up. I stayed in there for about five minutes, and when I walked back into the bedroom, Normani was sitting up in only her V-neck shirt. Her big stomach was resting in her lap, and she looked so fuckin’ beautiful, man. I kissed her lips, and then I grabbed my shit off the dresser, so I could dip.
“What you want me to bring you home for dinner? I know yo’ greedy ass want something,” I said, and she laughed.
“Just call me when you leave. What I want now can change in thirty minutes. Let me wash up right quick, so I can tell Khari goodbye,” she told me.
While she did that, I walked out of the room, so I could get Khari. I found her in her room, playing with some of her baby dolls.
“You ready?” I asked.
She eagerly nodded her head up and down then rushed over to me. I lifted her in my arms. Because two babies were about to be brought into this world, one from her mother and the other one from Normani, Khari was suddenly acting like the baby again. It was cool, though, because I wanted her to stay my little girl forever. She would eventually get to an age where she wouldn’t want me loving up on her because she would think that she was too grown for a nigga.
We made it downstairs, and Normani eventually came down to tell Khari bye. We got in the car, and the whole ride, my daughter talked my ear off about how excited she was to start the first grade in the fall. It took us a good twenty minutes to get to Denim’s house, and I swear, in those twenty minutes, Khari ran her mouth nonstop.
Denim was still living with her mom, although she had the money to get her own spot. She talked so much shit, so she probably would never admit that she was scared to move out and be on her own because of what happened to her when her bitch ass baby daddy pistol whipped her. Personally, I thought it was better that she stayed there for a while. She was about to have three children, and she could use the help. Her mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway; it was just Denim’s car that I saw.
I helped Khari out of her booster seat, and once out, she took off running for the front door. I carried some of the toys that she brought wi
th her, and by the time I got to the front door, it was already open. Denim was up, pacing the floor, and by the way she was in there groaning, I could tell she was in pain. Her stomach was huge, looking like she looked when she was pregnant with Khari. Her eyes were bloodshot red, and from how red her nose was, I could tell she had been crying. When she leaned over and held onto the back of the couch in the living room, then let out a painful scream, I knew then she had to have been contracting.
“Where yo’ mama at, Denim?” I asked once I walked into the room.
Yeah, as fucked up as Denim be having me, as much as she and I didn’t see eye to eye majority of the time, I couldn’t just dip out on her while she was obviously in a good amount of pain.
“She… sheee… she’s coming from the store with Rylo. Shittttt!” she screeched and then fell on the couch, crying out in pain.
Khari had gotten scared and was crying to her mama, asking her if she was okay.
“Can you take me to the hospital? We’re closer than she is. These contractions are coming too strong. I can’t wait for her, and I don’t want to have this baby right here in the living room,” Denim said, looking up at me with pleading eyes.
“Where yo’ bag and shit at?” I asked.
She pointed to the side of the room, where her bag and the baby’s bag were, and I went over to get it. I put both bags around me, and then I helped Denim stand up and assisted her in walking out of the house. She picked up her keys on the way out and passed them to me, so I could lock her front door.
After I locked the door, I helped her into the front seat and then Khari in the backseat. She cried, moaned, and groaned the entire way to the hospital. It was crazy the amount of pain that a woman had to go through just to bring a life into this world. Just to think that in about two months, my wife would be in this same amount of pain. I knew that shit would fuck me up to see her like that, especially since Normani already said that she would do this thing natural.
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