“What you scared of?” I asked, walking in her direction. My tall frame loomed over hers as I stood directly in front of her. I had my arms folded across my chest and an angry growl on my face. She knew I was pissed off too, that’s why her ass avoided the intense stare that I was giving her.
“Because I didn’t hear you come in. Can you go in the room so I can take a bath?” she asked, fiddling with her fingers.
By this point, I had a feeling that she knew I was aware of what the hell she had done today.
“Girl, calm your ass down and get in the damn tub,” I said, pulling the toilet seat down and taking a seat on it.
“Hell no, so you can drown my ass?” she asked and I laughed.
No matter how mad I was with Charlie, I would never do anything to physically hurt her. I may say some off the wall shit from time to time, but I’d never put my hands on her and she knew that, so I didn’t know why she was talking crazy.
“Charlie, get in the tub. I just want to talk to your ass,” I said, this time with more bass in my voice.
She finished taking off her clothes and then sat down in the tub. She pulled her knees up to her chest and looked at me like she knew that she had fucked up.
“So, after you finished beating her ass, was the shit worth it? Not only did you put yourself in danger, but you put our unborn child in danger. And you had China with you. What would have happened if they had arrested your ass? You out at Dolphin mall with all them damn Cubans fighting and shit. You lucky you got away,” I said, pissed off.
“I understand all of that, Jaquan, but at the time, I was acting off of emotions. That was the first time I had seen Nita since I dropped China off to her house, and I just reacted. China was in the car, so it wasn’t like I was fighting with her right by me,” she tried to reason.
“It don’t fuckin’ matter. She saw that shit, Charlie. You need to start making better fuckin decisions because the shit you pulled today was just dumb,” I vented.
“Maybe if you didn’t cheat on me all the time, I wouldn’t have to go through all of this shit,” she mumbled.
“What the fuck you just say?” I asked, scooting down some on the toilet seat. I heard her but I wanted her to repeat that shit.
“Nothing,” she said.
“Nah, say it again. I want to hear it,” I challenged.
“I said that maybe if your ass didn’t cheat all the damn time, this shit would have never happened,” she said, loud and fuckin’ clear this time.
“That’s where you’re fuckin’ wrong. When I used to fuck with Chantel, you and I were not together at that point, so don’t try and put the fact that you were out in the streets fighting on me! I had nothing to do with the stupid ass decisions that you decided to make today!” I barked at her.
“Is that so? Because if I’m not mistaken, when me and you got back together, wasn’t that the time when supposedly you got that bitch pregnant? And oh, let’s not forget about the time that you sent me to get my hair done from a bitch that you were still fuckin’ and then had the nerve to act like you couldn’t fuckin’ remember!” she yelled back at me.
“Damn, you still on that shit, Charlie? If you feel like a nigga did you so bad, then why the fuck you said yes when I proposed to you?” I asked.
I just had to know because every time Charlie and I had a little disagreement, she was quick to throw up all the fucked up shit that I had done to her in the past. It’s like she wasn’t giving a nigga credit for shit. I watched as her eyes watered and she thought about it before answering my question.
“Because I fuckin’ love you and it would kill me if I had to see you move on and bring another bitch around my kids to help raise. I have been there for you since day one and I still can’t believe half the shit that you put me through and still turned around and claimed that you love me,” she cried.
Damn, I was ready for this pregnancy to be over because it was turning my wife into a damn crybaby and I hated that shit.
I stood up from the seat and walked over to the tub, bending down before her. “Baby, you have to stop living in the damn past. The Jaquan you just described, that’s not me anymore, man. I know what the hell I have waiting on me at home, and I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that shit. You carrying my baby and I don’t need you stressing her out with all of this crying. I said it a thousand times and I’ll say it again. Charlie, I’m sorry for the bullshit that I put you through, but you got to give a nigga his credit. I’m getting better every day with this shit and I haven’t cheated on you since fuckin’ around with Chantel, and that’s my word,” I said, leaning up and wiping away the tears that were falling from her eyes.
After she got herself together, she looked at me and laughed. “You need to teach your daughter the rule about snitches getting stiches,” Charlie said.
I laughed because clearly China didn’t know shit about that golden rule. Growing up, that rule was everything because it proved your loyalty. It wasn’t just applied to friends, that shit was for every damn body.
“She made me promise to buy her a Louis Vuitton purse and then she told me,” I said, kissing my wife on the lips.
“I’m going to kick her little ass because she knows damn well that I told her she couldn’t have that purse. Look what happened to the Michael Kors clutch we bought her for her birthday,” Charlie said, referring to China leaving it behind at a restaurant and when we went back to get it, that shit was already gone.
“I guess we can go ahead and get it because you know that her school’s assembly was yesterday. China made the A/B honor roll and student of the month, and neither one of us were there for her. She broke down crying today while we were at the mall, saying that all we care about is our new baby and that we didn’t care about her anymore. Shit broke my heart because a seven-year-old isn’t supposed to be thinking shit like that. We’re supposed to instill in her that we love her unconditionally, and with all of the craziness going on, I kind of feel like in a way we failed her,” Charlie said.
“Damn, this shit fuckin’ with me too because you know we never missed an assembly when it came to our baby. How about this? Since we both fucked up, at the baby shower, towards the end, we’ll have a little assembly for China, just to show her how proud of her we are. You go in her bag and make copies of the certificate and all of that, and I’ll handle the rest,” I said.
I didn’t need my baby feeling like we were putting her off to the side at all because of the fact that her sister would be on the way very soon. I loved both my kids the same and as a father, it hurts to hear that your child feels that way.
“You always know how to make things better,” Charlie said, reaching up and placing a passionate kiss on my lips.
I let my hands massage her swollen titties as I allowed her to slowly suck on my tongue.
“That’s why you can’t seem to leave a nigga alone,” I joked, after she pulled away from the kiss.
“That, and because I’m sprung off the dick,” she said, with a smirk on her face.
“Damn, well come handle him then, so you can get more sprung,” I said.
She gave me a seductive look and I walked over to close and lock the door. I didn’t want to risk China bringing her cock blocking ass into the bathroom.
Charlie stood up in the tub with the soap suds all over her body. I walked over to her and just admired that pregnant body. Charlie felt like she was fat due to the pregnancy, but I swear to God the sight before me was just unexplainable. When I reached her, I bent down and was face to face with her pussy. It smelled so good, and from her being pregnant, her shit was so fat. I gave it a few kisses and she shuddered from my touch.
“Hold on to the bar,” I told her because I didn’t want us having any accidents in there. She placed her left foot on the edge of the tub and placed her hand on the bar where we kept our wash cloths and I went to work on that pussy. I was sucking the soul out of her.
“Ohhhh… that feels so good, babyyyy,” she moaned, placing her
free hand on top of my head and grinding her pussy in my face.
I greedily feasted on her pussy and she was soaking wet. I mean her juices were sliding down my chin the whole time. This had been my pussy for years, and I knew exactly what I had to do to make her start cumming. So, I used my tongue to swirl around her clit, pulling it between my teeth, and she looked down at me with wide eyes. I knew that look all too well.
“Oh God… I’m cumin babyy… shitttt,” she called out. I could feel her clit swell in my mouth as I kept using my tongue, making small circles around it. Even though she started cumming, I still wanted to taste some more of her, it’s like I needed that shit to breathe. Her juices tasted so good running down my chin, and a nigga just wanted some more.
“Turn around! Let me eat that pussy from the back,” I demanded.
Charlie slowly turned around and I spread her ass cheeks apart and sucked her pussy from the back, having no mercy on her ass at all. I needed her to cum at least one more time and then I would bless her with some dick. I had her ass cheeks spread apart, so I used my tongue to fuck her and then reached two fingers up and fingered her pussy.
“Quann moveee your hand,” she moaned, trying to push my hand away, but I wasn’t letting up.
“Charlie, chill, I’m trying to make you squirt,” I said into her pussy.
She removed her hand from on top of mine. Seconds later, she let out a flood of juices and I was there cleaning up the big fuckin’ mess she had made with my tongue.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about, baby!” I said, slapping her ass and then holding her up so that she wouldn’t fall.
“Damn, Quan!” she said, out of breath.
I chuckled and then pulled down my basketball shorts. I wanted to have her ride me, but with all of that stomach, I didn’t think that would be possible. So, with her back still toward me, I slid inside her slowly, placing my hands on her hips. Talk about some good ass pregnant pussy! I swear Charlie’s shit was to die for, and it was going to fuck around and be the death of me.
“Damn, girl, why this shit so wet like that?” I whispered in her ear as I grinded my hips in a circular motion.
“Because you… ohhh baby right thereee,” she moaned, not even finishing out her sentence.
“Where, baby? Where your spot at?” I asked just to fuck with her because I knew exactly where that shit was.
“Theree babyyy…. ohhhh… shittt,” she screamed and then had another huge ass orgasm on my dick. Seconds later, I was cumming inside of her too and when I was finished, I planted kisses on her back and then pulled her up.
“God, you just worked the fuck out of my body,” she panted.
I let the water out in the tub and then we got in the shower. After feeling on each other some more and showering, we finally turned the water off. When we were finished, I stepped out to get Charlie her towel and then wrapped it around her and carried her to the bedroom.
I dried her off, lotioned up her body, and put one of my shirts on her. She got under the covers, and within minutes, her ass was knocked out. I dried myself off and then threw on another Nike set and went back downstairs. When I went to look at my phone, I saw that I had a missed call from an unfamiliar number. I also saw that whoever called had left a voicemail. This was my personal cellphone number, so not many people had it. I went to the voicemail settings and played the message.
“Hey, son, this is your father. I know from our last encounter, you’re probably still mad at me, but I really have some important things that I would like to discuss with you and Monae. If you could, just please give me a call back so that we could meet somewhere and talk all of this out. Once I tell you what I need to tell you all, you can either accept it or move on, and I promise I won’t bother you anymore. Just please give me a call back whenever you get a chance,” he said.
I sucked my teeth and sat down on the couch. First off, how the hell did this nigga get my damn number? Secondly, I was getting real tired of him throwing around that damn son word like he took part in helping me become the man that I am today. As far as I’m concerned, he’s a fuckin’ stranger to me, and nothing that he has to tell me or Monae was going to justify the shit that he had done. He had already missed out on so much, so what the fuck could he possibly want with my life right now?
I’m not even going to lie, the goodness in me really wanted to know what he had to tell Monae and I, but then the resentment that I had toward this man made me want to say fuck it and go about my business. I decided that I needed to put my pride to the side and call this man so I could get some clarity. I picked up my phone from the stand and called him back on the number that he had called me from. I waited and it rang about a good two times and then he came on the line.
“Thank you, son for—”
“No disrespect to you, man, but I would really appreciate it if you didn’t call me that. I feel like it’s not genuine, so with all due to respect, call me Jaquan,” I said, standing up from the couch.
“Okay, you got it. So, I take it that you must have listened to my message. Listen, whenever you get some free time, I would love to sit down and share some things with you and your sister. It’s a lot, and I at least owe it to the two of you to find this out from me face to face and not over the phone,” he said.
“Look, man, Monae and I aren’t accepting no damn apology from you. You chose not to be in our life, and back then we needed you. We needed you to be there and help our mother raise us! We’re not those same naïve children anymore, so don’t do us no damn favors because it’s too late, man,” I said.
“I understand that, Jaquan, just give me a chance to dish it all out to you guys. Like I said in the message, you can either accept it or deny me that chance, and that will just be something that I will have to live with,” he said.
“Whatever, man. I’m not doing anything today, so we can meet up and I’ll bring Monae with me,” I told him.
“Thank you, Jaquan. You two can just meet me at the Texas Roadhouse on Flagler street at around seven,” he said.
Once he finished, I hung up the phone. It read that it was 5:35 now, and I knew that Monae would be home since Quay was in the studio with Dre. Dre had given Quay the position of being his manager as well, so Quay always had a lot of shit on his shoulders. I called my sister up and when she answered, it sounded like her ass was knocked out.
“Why the hell you going to sleep this early on a Saturday?” I asked her after she picked up the phone.
“Damn, what time is it? I didn’t even mean to sleep this long for my nap,” she said and yawned into the phone.
“It’s almost six, where you at?” I asked her.
“At Mommy’s. Why, what’s up?” she asked.
“Get dressed, I’ll be over there in a few to pick you up. We got some shit that we need to handle,” I told her.
“Okay, but is everything okay? Is Charlie and the baby okay?” she asked, firing off question after question.
“Everybody is good, Monae. Just be ready because I’ll be there in about another hour or so,” I said and then hung up the phone.
I left the den and took the stairs up to my daughter’s room. When I found her, she was lying at the foot of her bed, damn near about to fall out. I went over to her dresser, took out one of her gowns, and put it on her then placed her under her covers. I placed a kiss on her forehead and then went into my room. My wife was knocked out on my side of the bed.
I went into our walk in closet and pulled out a pair of jeans from Diesel with the matching denim shirt. I paired it with my navy blue Timberlands and went into my drawer where I kept all of my jewelry and pulled out my two Cuban links with the matching bracelet. I hadn’t worn my gold fangs in a while, so I decided to put them on too. I couldn’t come out the house half stepping because TMZ stayed creeping somewhere, and if I was going to be in the magazines this week, I wanted to make sure that a nigga was fly.
“Charlie!” I said, shaking her.
She jumped up out o
f her sleep, looking like she had just seen a ghost.
“Calm down, it’s just me. I’m about to pick up Monae and we’re about to go meet with him,” I said.
She knew exactly who I was talking about. My pride wouldn’t allow me to label him as my father.
“Okay, baby. Do you need me to go with you? We can drop China off at my mom’s house,” she said, sitting up in the bed.
“No baby, go back to sleep, but when I get back, I’ll let you know everything that happened. We’re going to Texas Roadhouse, so I’ll make sure to bring you and China back home some food because I know y’all going to wake up hungry,” I said and leaned in to kiss her lips.
“Okay, baby, and give him a chance. Listen to what he has to say,” my wife said.
She knew how I was when it came to bullshit, and if I wasn’t feeling what he was saying, I was taking my sister with me and we were getting the fuck up out of there.
“Alright, baby, get some rest.”
And with that, I was out the door.
7:15 P.M.
We were running a little late because Monae wasn’t really feeling the situation at first, but after some hard down begging, she had finally agreed to it. I ended up telling her what was up when I picked her up from my mother’s house. Monae was still very much heartbroken over our father’s absence, which is why she didn’t want anything to do with this trip. Myself, on the other hand, I was pretty much done with the entire situation. I just wanted some closure.
We finally pulled up to Texas Roadhouse and it was packed as usual. I parked the car and went around to open the door for my sister. Once she was out, we walked into the restaurant. I knew that he was there already because he had sent me a message a few minutes ago, letting me know that he had been seated. I held the door open for Monae, and as usual, whenever I walked into a room, all eyes were on me. I paid the stares no mind because right now I was on a mission and I had a few questions that I needed answered.
“Welcome to Texas roadhouse. Will it just be the two of you in your party?” the young, black waitress asked, looking at me seductively.
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