“Since we’re being honest, the feeling is mutual. I should be dead by now. I’m not even gonna lie about that.”
“Shut your mouth. Don’t talk like that.”
“I’m serious. When I took you to Miami, I was…”
“Shut your mouth. All happy thoughts,” I interrupt. He falls silent for a moment.
“You want to take a swim?” He asks.
“Yeah, why not?” I respond trying to get up. He laughs.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“You’re fuckin’ huge,” he chuckles.
“Thanks for making me feel good about myself,” I pout.
“Girl, why you buggin’? You’re pregnant with twins. You’re supposed to be huge.”
“Whatever,” I reply getting up and walking towards the house. I enter my room and pull out a red bikini. I try it on and it’s too small. I squeeze out of it and throw on a purple one. It fits but as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I can’t see my bottoms. My stomach is that big. I immediately think about Rasputia from the movie Norbit with Eddie Murphy.
I strip out of the suit and put on a yellow one-piece while looking in the mirror. I definitely feel unsexy. Nyce knocks on the door and I jump up to run and grab my robe to cover myself.
“What are you doing?” He asks. I shake my head no.
“I don’t feel like swimming anymore,” I whimper.
“Why?”
“Because I’m fat,” I cry. I swear I am trying to control my tears. This pregnancy got me crying over the dumbest shit. Nyce laughs.
“Don’t laugh at me,” I whine, sitting down on the bed.
“I’m sorry and I’m sorry I called you huge, but you are still sexy to me. I think you’re beautiful. More now than ever before,” he compliments tucking his finger under my chin and forcing me to look at him.
“No, I’m not. You’re just saying that. I look like the yellow M & M,” I pout.
“Stand up. Let me see you.”
“No,” I shake my head.
“Come on,” he says pulling my arm. He gets me to stand and I take off my robe.
“See. I’m fat.”
“You’re beautiful. The same nineteen-year-old pain in the ass that I met in the gas station that day,” he smiles kissing my cheek. His mouth then moves to my neck and then up to my lips. I kiss him back as he firmly holds me; my soul, burning for his. He peels the straps down on my bathing suit.
“Wait. Turn the lights off,” I yell, feeling like an Oompa Loompa.
“If you don’t cut that shit out.”
“But I feel so unsexy.”
“Trust me. You’re not,” he whispers in my ear, striping me out of my swimsuit, staring.
“You’re staring at me. You’re making me feel self-conscious and fat.”
“Diamond, shut up. You’re spoiling the moment.”
He lays me down, opening my legs and kisses me lightly on my thighs, as my mind becomes self-conscious of the stretch marks I’ve developed but as soon as the thought pops into my head, it disappears when I feel his tongue and lips french kissing my stretch marks, licking slowly, before dipping a finger inside me. Nyce trails his tongue from my thighs back up to my lips and kisses me softly before his tongue licks down to my neck before tending to my sensitive breast, making circles. I exhale as he dips lower into my treasure chest.
“Ahhhh,” I moan as he takes his time feeding his face. He pops up and stares at me in slight confusion.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. Trying to figure out how to do this,” he laughs, looking down at my stomach that is clearly in the way. Grabbing my ankle, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, gently taking my legs and wrapping them around his neck.
“Comfortable?” He asks.
“Yes,” I exhale as he slowly inserts himself inside me.
“Shiiiit,” we both exhale before laughing. He strokes slowly, curses again before making a painful ugly face.
“What? What’s wrong?” I ask hoping my coochie doesn’t stink or some shit.
“Shhh…nothing. Don’t talk,” he says closing his eyes and covering my mouth with his hand. He takes deep, long strokes, making the ugliest faces but when he starts hitting my spot, the spot that drives me insane, I no longer care about his faces because I join him making my own distorted expressions.
Nyce makes love to me and I to him. It’s intense as we explore each other’s body and positions. At one point, we even Googled some shit on how to have pregnant sex. After trying all the positions, we lie back on the mattress beat, spent, and I don’t know about him, but my body is definitely sore. He pulls me into his arms and I melt in his embrace, falling in love with him all over again. Who the fuck am I kidding? I never fell out of love with him. I’ve always loved him. Loved him since I was nineteen and that shit hasn’t changed but I am no longer angry. I can now feel the love instead of the hurt and pain he has caused me over the years.
“You okay?” He asks as I lie in his arms.
“Perfect,” I respond.
“I just wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt you.”
“No, you didn’t hurt me. I mean, you did hurt me but in a good way,” I giggle. “What was all the cursing and fucked up ugly faces you were making?”
He laughs.
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“The shit was so good I thought I was gonna bust after each stroke. Whoever said that pregnant pussy is the best pussy wasn’t fuckin’ lying,” he laughs.
“Shut-up,” I giggle. We talk and kid around until we both fall asleep.
When I wake up, Nyce is still sleeping. I watch him sleep peacefully, kiss his lips and slip out of his arms. I throw my robe on and proceed downstairs to cook breakfast. I am just finishing up when he creeps up behind me, kissing the back of my neck and firmly places his hands on my stomach.
“Hungry?” I ask, turning around and popping a piece of bacon into his mouth.
“Yeah, I’m hungry but not for food though,” he says lifting me up on the counter.
After our morning rendezvous and a cold breakfast, we get dressed for my doctor’s appointment. Everything checks out fine and I am happy that I only have five more weeks left to go. I am tired of being pregnant and getting fat. I want my body back. I have gained 37 pounds so far and still have five weeks to go. The doctor says I should be gaining a pound a week and I am not looking forward to that.
After my appointment, we do a little shopping and grab a bite to eat before heading to Valley Forge to visit Knuck and Pree.
“Hey people,” I greet them when I walk through the door.
“Sha-Sha,” Taj and Kenya yell as they come running.
“Oh, she’s all y’all see,” Nyce scolds.
“Uncle Nyce,” Kenya giggles, jumping into his arms.
“What’s up, Uncle?” Taj greets, giving Nyce a pound. He wants to be a little man so bad.
Knuck is sitting in the kitchen with Pree in his lap feeding him.
“Umm hmmm. This is where all these babies be coming from,” I laugh walking over to them.
“Almost seven years and still going strong,” Pree smiles.
“Where’s Anya?” I ask.
“Taking a nap and you better not wake her Aneesah or I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Hoe, I ain’t scared of you,” I tell her, throwing a grape at her.
“Don’t be talking to my wife like that,” Knuck says flinging a potato chip at me.
“Niggah, don’t be talking to my girl like that,” Nyce joins in throwing a grape at him.
“Girl, huh?” Knuck and Pree ask together.
“I don’t know what he’s talking about. He never asked me out. You can’t be making claims on me and you never even asked me to go steady,” I joke. He cocks his head to the side and smiles.
“You wanna be my girl?” He asks, in a little boy voice.
“What do I have to do?” I respond smiling, knowing where this is going.
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bsp; “I guess we can play ball and ride to school together. When you get mad at me, I gotta give you flowers,” he says as we act out the scene from Love and Basketball, a movie we use to watch over and over again when we first started dating.
“But I don’t like flowers. How about Twinkies? My mom never buys them.”
“Okay. I think we ought to kiss now.”
“For how long?”
“Five seconds.”
“Not out here.”
“Over there then,” he nods his head as I step up close to him. “Ready?”
I lean into him as he kisses me, fingers in the air, counting down to five seconds. We break out of our kiss and start cracking up with Pree and Knuck in the background.
“Y’all are so damn stoopid,” Pree laughs.
“I gotta boyfriend,” I giggle as Nyce slaps me on my ass.
“Fuck Nyce. He can kick bricks. I ain’t taking his ass back,” Knuck imitates my voice.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I either love his ass or these hormones got me buggin’,” I laugh as Nyce looks at me and throws a grape that bounces off my forehead.
“Asshole,” I shout taking a playful swing at him. He catches my hand, pulls me into his arms and gives me a hot, juicy ass kiss that steals my breath away. If Knuck and Pree weren’t sitting here, I would be fucking him on their counter top right now.
“Is it love or hormones?” He whispers looking into my eyes.
“Right now, it’s hormones because all I want to do is fuck the shit out of you,” I reply with damp panties. Knuck, Pree and Nyce bust out laughing as I sit down fanning myself.
“Well, since we have you two here, Knuck and I decided to renew our wedding vows next year. We want to celebrate the big eight with a wedding,” Pree says.
“Why are you doing it at eight and not ten?” I ask.
“Because you know how they say people get the seven-year itch? If we make it through this year, we want to get married again to remind each other how much we are still in love with each other, so Maid of Honor…”
“Nope. Hell nah. I’m not doing it this time. You were a pain in the ass the last time.”
“Don’t be like that. I’ll be good this time, I promise,” Pree giggles.
“No and all of my ideas you shoot down anyway so you don’t even need my help. You and Monica the extraordinaire party planner got this,” I sarcastically say.
“I just didn’t want to get married in a castle on a beach, Aneesah. That’s your dream, not mine.”
“Whatever. It’s romantic,” I laugh.
“So, are you going to be my Maid of Honor again?”
“No.”
“Whatever Aneesah. Give me your damn Pinterest password then since you want to be an asshole about it. I know your organized, control-freak ass has a board dedicated to me.”
“I might have erased it by now but Nicole23 and don’t be messing up my boards.”
“Whatever. Just make sure you respond to my texts and calls this time or I’m gonna start pinning dumb shit and messing up your whole flow chart,” she says smiling.
“You better not. Pinterest is my favorite game to play and I take it very seriously,” I tell her half joking and half telling the truth. Pinterest is my favorite pastime as I pin recipes that I’ll never make, pin wedding and bridal stuff for a wedding that I’m not even planning for and the plethora of DIY arts and crafts projects that I save that I’m never gonna do.
“Bruh, you tryin’ to be my best man?” Knuck asks Nyce.
“Got you, homie,” Nyce replies as they slap hands. Men make that shit so simple.
We stay at Knuck and Pree’s house for the rest of the afternoon and into the night as we fire up the grill, play with the kids and Pree and I take Knuck’s and Nyce’s money playing Spades.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
I am working in the studio with Vic, mixing some beats together while he writes material. Nyce comes barging in bringing me my cheesesteak and mango water ice that I’ve been craving.
“What’s up baby?” I greet giving him a kiss. I eagerly grab the water ice out his hands.
“That’s all you care about,” he laughs rubbing my belly. Ever since we kissed and made up, he can’t keep his hands off my stomach.
“I care about you too,” I giggle, putting a spoonful of water ice into my mouth and moaning as it goes down. Nyce makes a face as Vic looks up from his pad.
“You making love to the water ice, Neesah? Damn, it sounded like you just came on yo’self,” Vic says. Nyce laughs.
“Shut-up.”
“What up, man?” Vic greets Nyce.
“Back at it I see,” Nyce replies as they slap hands.
“Yeah. Tell your girl to give me a discount, shit. Her ass is expensive. Aye, yo? You got any suggestions on how I can get my shit together?” Vic asks referring to his weight gain.
“Yeah. I can draw you up a diet and exercise plan.”
“Bet cuz you still cut the fuck up like you play football or some shit. Niggah, you see your arms?” Vic chuckles as Nyce flexes. I laugh and admire the new art work that Nyce has tatted on each of his inner forearms. Our sons have their name etched on their father’s skin and once they are born he wants to add their faces, but the tattoo that he has on his rib is my favorite. Aneesah etched out in cursive. Yeah, a bitch is permanent now. He also has Solomon 3:4 tatted on his rib cage. When I asked him what the Bible scripture meant, his simple response was:
I have found the one whom my soul loves.
Needless to say, I gave him the best head of his life after that. Smiling to myself and snapping back to reality, I press the playback button on the board.
“What you think about this?” I ask Vic.
“That’s hot. I like that,” Vic replies.
“You did that?” Nyce asks looking at me somewhat amazed.
“Yeah,” I answer.
“I’m impressed.”
“They don’t pay me triple digits for nothing babe,” I wink.
“Got dat right. Niggah, your girl’s expensive,” Vic repeats before walking into the booth. Nyce takes a seat as Vic starts spitting on the track. When he is done, he hands me his notepad.
“Your turn,” he says as I read over the lyrics.
“Cool. I’m changing it up a bit though,” I tell him taking another spoonful of my water ice before walking into the booth. I walk back out the booth, grab my water ice and walk back into the booth as they look at me as if I’m crazy. Nah! I ain’t crazy. I just want my water ice.
“So, is you gonna sing or you want me to watch yo’ ass sit there eating water ice?” Vic asks. I hold up my middle finger as a greedily eat my water ice, stopping when I get brain freeze.
“That’s what your greedy ass gets,” Vic laughs as I catch Nyce chuckling too.
“Shut-up,” I tell them putting down my treat and grabbing the hot tea to coat my vocals. I let out a loud belch accidentally into the microphone as it echoes throughout the studio.
“Yo! Your girl’s nasty,” Vic laughs.
“I’m ready asshole,” I tell him putting the earphone’s on as Vic cues the music and I sing my lyrics.
When I’m done, I stay in the booth sipping on my tea, listening to the playback and getting ready for the next array of vocals.
“You’ve never seen her work before?” Vic asks Nyce.
“No. I mean, I’ve seen her sing but not the behind the scenes shit,” he replies.
“She’s pretty dope, right?” Vic smiles. Nyce doesn’t answer but he does look at me with a look of adoration on his face.
It’s the middle of the night and one of the babies gives me a swift kick that wakes me up out of my sleep. I try to fall back asleep but can’t. I creep out the bed trying not to wake Nyce and throw on the dress I had on earlier. I leave out the main house with Biggie following behind me as we walk down to the studio. The song that I’ve been working on for what seems like months is suddenly nagging at me. I am messing around with the boards try
ing to get the melody that’s stuck in my head out. I step inside the booth and start to sing, rewinding the track over and over again, still not quite hitting the notes the way I want.
Nyce steps inside the studio as I’m listening to the playback. I smile at him, take my headset off and walk out of the booth to join him.
“You okay, babe?” I ask.
“No. I woke up and you weren’t next to me. Couldn’t find yo’ ass. Niggah, I almost had a fuckin’ panic attack,” he says grabbing my hand and walking us over to the couch.
“Why you ain’t answer the fuckin’ phone?” He snaps, grabbing my legs and placing them in his lap. He starts to massage my foot.
“My bad, babe. I don’t have my phone on me. No need to be all snippy about it.”
“Snippy? Is that your new word for the day?” He laughs as I giggle giving him the finger.
“I was worried about you,” he confesses, tickling my feet.
“No, Nyce. Stop,” I laugh hysterically, kicking my legs trying to fight him off. “Oh God…STOP!” I laugh uncontrollably as he continues.
“Aneesah…did you?” He looks at me as I stare at him. “You pissed yourself?” He asks eyes wide.
“I don’t think that’s pee.”
“Fuck,” he jumps up. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I reply as he helps me up.
“What should we do?” We both ask each other clueless. There’s not enough preparation in the world that helps keep your nerves at bay when you’re about to give birth for the first time.
“Okay…okay…okay,” he repeats grabbing his phone.
“Babe, relax. I’m not having any contractions yet,” I tell him as we start to walk up to the main house.
“You okay?” He asks repeatedly. Biggie starts barking and acting all frantic.
“Fine. Lock Biggie up please. He’s making me nervous.”
We enter the main house and walk upstairs. I immediately start to strip out of my clothes.
“What are you doing?” Nyce asks.
“I’m going to take a shower and I need to shave. I smell like sex,” I reply walking into the bathroom.
“Why would you shave, and the damn doctor don’t care how you smell,” he says following me.
“I care how I smell and I’m in between my wax. I have stubble down there and my appointment isn’t until next week.”
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