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by Clark, Wahida


  Tasha sets up her physical therapy office. Her clientele includes major sports stars as well as college and high school players. She has more clients than she can handle. Money is definitely not an issue in the Macklin household.

  Kaylin and Angel remain in New York. Angel continued to hone her skills as a corporate/entertainment attorney with the law firm that she interned with.

  Kay has to restart his recycling business. His main business, though, is his record label. He has four artists. New Day, featuring Muqa, is blowing up. He also has talks on the table with some big names on setting up the first black distribution company. Angel is handling and overseeing all the legal aspects of the label. They are both very busy.

  In a month, they are getting married. Marv and Kyra will be flying in, and Faheem and Jaz, too. Trae and Tasha will come and stay for two weeks. They will use this as a vacation, wanting to get their party on New York style and visit some folks.

  Other than the Cali crew no one has seen each other in almost a year. Not only is there going to be a wedding, but it will also be like a family reunion. Everyone’s lives seem to be moving at a nice smooth pace. But the drama isn’t quite done yet.

  It was finally Kay’s and Angel’s wedding day at the Hyatt Regency in New York, no less. Folks were taking pictures of it. There were a hundred and fifty guests and celebs in attendance, including all the niggas Kay and Trae used to ball with. Kay’s parents, brothers, sisters, and some relatives flown in from Puerto

  Rico were there. Angel’s mother, aunts, uncles, and relatives were present. Trae’s parents were also present as well as Tasha’s sister, Trina and brother, Kevin.

  They even had Mary J. Blige in to sing I’m in Love for the bride and groom. That was the tune they slow-danced to the first night they made love.

  The ceremony was still an hour and a half away. Two wedding consultants and a caterer had been hired to make sure everything ran smoothly. Kay’s groomsmen were his brother Kajuan from Puerto Rico, Trae, Omar, Faheem, Bo, Marvin, and Angel’s brother, Mark. Angel’s bridesmaids were Tasha, Jaz, Kyra, Sanette, Mecca, Shanna, and Tamara. Everyone looked fabulous, dressed to kill in Armani and Vera Wang.

  The men were waiting around getting ready to take their places. The groom and his men were all kicking it in two suites, the bridesmaids in three suites. Angel had one that she shared with her mom and sister. The men were sitting around getting blunted out and talking shit, most of them hung over from the previous night’s bachelor’s party. They were ready to get it over with. The women, on the other hand, were an entirely different story.

  Baby Kareem was crying, and Tasha decided to take him down the hall to Trae. She knocked on the suite door.

  “Come in if you’re a man. Wait right there if you’re a woman!” somebody yelled out. Tasha opened the door and went in.

  “Trae,” Kay yelled, “somebody’s here to see you.” He looked at the baby. “What’s up Kareem?” Kareem cried even louder.

  “Hush that noise Kareem. Or is it you Shaheem? I still can’t tell y’all apart,” Omar told him. All the men laughed.

  Trae was coming out of the bathroom and drying his hands. When he looked up and saw Tasha and Kareem, he smiled. “What’s the matter with my little soldier?”

  “Da, Da,” Kareem cried out, extending his arms.

  “Why isn’t he with the nanny?”

  “He doesn’t want to be with her. He keeps cryin’ for you. He won’t be still with me, either. He’s dry and he’s not hungry.” Tasha was clearly frustrated.

  Trae took off his jacket. “C’mere, man.” He took Kareem from Tasha. “What are these women doin’ to my little soldier?” Kareem stopped crying and smiled at his daddy.

  “I told you,” Tasha said. She went into the bathroom and wet a face cloth to wipe the baby’s face and hands.

  “Damn, baby. Did I tell you that you’re killin’ that dress?” “About three or four times.”

  “Give Mommy a kiss, Kareem,” Trae told him. Kareem grabbed his mommy’s head and kissed her on the cheek. “Tell Mommy you love her.”

  “Love Mommy,” he said.

  “Tell Mommy to kiss Daddy.”

  Kareem grabbed Tasha’s neck and kissed her again. Then he said, “Kiss Daddy.”

  Trae started laughing. “You heard my lil’ man. Kiss Daddy and love Daddy,” Trae said, palming Tasha’s butt and pulling her to him.

  “Daddy done spoiled this lil’ man,” she said while Trae was trying to tongue her down. He was caressing her butt and press-ing her against him. Kareem stopped the action by slapping them both in the face. Tasha leaned over and kissed Kareem again.

  “Kareem, you can’t be hatin’ on your pops. You supposed to have my back.” Tasha turned around to leave. He noticed she had a little attitude. “Where you goin’, ma?” he asked, still hold-ing onto her hand. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her go.

  “I have to check on Angel, Trae.”

  When they walked into the main room, he put Kareem down to let him walk.

  “Kareem, show these niggas how you s’posed to wear an Armani suit,” Trae said, still holding Tasha’s hand. Kareem took off running to Malik, who was now almost four. He was playing with toys.

  “Don’t tell me this nigga done bought the baby an Armani,” Kajuan said.

  “Yeah, he did. Malik got one on, too,” Bo said. They all burst out laughing.

  “Malik, tell these niggas to stop hatin’ on a playa,” Kay said. Malik turned around and told them just that.

  “Yo, keep an eye on Kareem for me,” Trae said, pulling Tasha toward the front door.

  “We got him, man,” Omar said.

  When they got outside the door, Trae leaned up against the wall and put his arms around Tasha. “What’s up, ma? Usually when you kiss me my dick gets hard. What’s the matter?”

  “You don’t miss shit, do you?”

  “No, I usually don’t. Not when it comes to my woman, my shorties, and my paper. What’s up?”

  “Not now Trae. We can talk about it tonight. It can wait.” He noticed the many passion marks on her neck, chest, and shoulders when she tried to break away from him.

  “Damn! I did all that?” he asked, pulling her back toward him. “Yes, you did. You’ve been going crazy lately. What’s up with that?”

  “The twins need a little sister.”

  She punched him in the arm. “Damn you Trae! I knew you did this on purpose. Just ‘fuck what Tasha want,’” she cried. Trae looked surprised. “What I do?”

  “I’m pregnant, Trae,” she said, trying to tone down.

  Trae was quiet for a minute. “Damn! I thought so. The pussy

  been feelin’ real good lately. That’s why I’ve been goin’ crazy.

  Why you so mad?”

  “Trae,” she stood back and looked at him, “we discussed this. And we agreed that we would at least wait until the twins turned two,” she said, punching him in the arm.

  “It’s not all my fault. I can’t help it if them sorry-ass birth con-trol pills don’t work.”

  “You could have helped by wearing a condom when I asked you to. You could have helped when you said you would pull out but instead went in deeper. You could have helped by allowing me to get that birth control patch thing in my arm.”

  “I don’t want my wife to be walkin’ around with no fuckin’ chip in her arm.”

  “Kyra and Sanette both got one. They haven’t had any problems. And it’s a patch, not a chip.”

  “Come here baby.” He held her tight. “Calm down, baby.” “I’m not calming down. I told you to wait until tonight, but you didn’t want to. So don’t tell me to calm down. I’m pissed off

  at you Trae.”

  He kissed her on the forehead. “You know I can’t have my wife mad at me.” He kissed her again. “Right?” He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped her face. “So what do you want to do?”

  “What kind of question is that? What do you mean, what do I want to do? I
t’s nothing I can do. It’s already done.”

  “My point exactly. So, we might as well make the best of it. Your husband is very happy about it. And he loves you more than anything. You yourself said you wanted a little girl and ‘there is too much testosterone in the house.’ Aren’t those your exact words?”

  “Not now Trae. This is too soon.”

  “Tash, look at it like this. You’re getting the kids out the way. We said we were goin’ to have five, now we’ll only have three more to go.”

  “Ha! Ha! Ha! Funny! We said three Trae, not five.”

  “Well, now you only got two more to go, right?”

  “This is still too soon.”

  “You gots to admit, we do make beautiful babies.”

  “Trae, it’s too soon. I got a business to run. I just really got my shape how I want it.”

  “Yeah, you are fine as hell. Your figure is bangin’. But, you look good as hell pregnant, if not better.”

  “That comment does not make me feel any better.”

  “I’m sorry ma. I can’t have you mad at me. Everything will work out. We’ll enjoy this pregnancy even more than the last one. You can keep doin’ what you’re doin’.”

  “Only for a few more months Trae.”

  “You got more than a few more months.”

  “Whatever Trae, this is all your fault.”

  “I’m sorry, baby.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “I promise, after this one we’ll look into that patch thing.” “Listen to you ‘look into it.’ You can’t even say we’ll definitely get it.”

  Trae started laughing and picked her up into the air. “Put me down Trae.”

  “Tell me you’re not mad at me.”

  “In your dreams. I’m fucking pissed! I bet it won’t happen again.”

  He put her down. “Give me a kiss,” he said, sliding his hand up her dress. “Make my dick hard.” He moved her thong to the side and played with her clit.

  “This is why I’m pregnant now,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and tonguing him down.

  “That’s the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout,” Trae moaned. “Let’s go to our room real quick.” Trae pressed while squeezing her ass. “Trae hold up. I need to go get Shaheem.”

  “Then meet me up there.”

  “Give me a few minutes.”

  He watched Tasha walk away, swaying those sexy, baby mak¬ing hips. Damm! I’m a lucky nigga!

  Tasha found Aunt Marva who reluctantly gave up Shaheem. She had gotten too attached to her child. On her way down the hall with Shaheem on her hip, she ran into her brother Kevin. He reached for Shaheem who started crying.

  “See he doesn’t know you Kevin. Shaheem this is Uncle Kevin.”

  “Shaheem man, come to your Uncle Kev.”

  Shaheem held on even tighter to his mother.

  “He has to get used to you. You gotta come around more. I miss you, you little punk.”

  “I miss you too, you big punk.” He looked at his sister in admiration.

  “I worry about you all of the time Kevin.”

  “Don’t do that ’cause what’s gonna happen is gonna happen.” As soon as Kevin pressed the up button the elevator doors opened and their eyes went to Trae lying on the floor bleeding.

  Kevin mumbled. “What the fuck?”

  Shanna came knocking on the door to the men’s suite. “Who is it?” yelled Kay.

  Shanna opened the door, stuck her head in, and waved at Kay to come out in the hall.

  “We got a situation, my brotha.”

  “What are you talkin’ about?”

  “Your wife said the wedding is off.”

  “What?”

  “She said that the wedding dress doesn’t fit right and it’s messed up.”

  “How did she mess it up? What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

  “Don’t start me to lyin’. She won’t let nobody in the room. She only wants to see you. She told the wedding consultants to bring you to her, and they told her the custom is for the groom not to see the bride until they walk down the aisle. She went off on them, cursing them out and firing them.”

  “Aw, damn!” Kay said, taking off his tuxedo jacket. He opened the door to the suite. “Can you tell the consultants I need to see them? What was she doin’ when you last saw her?”

  “Crying.”

  Kay had the key to Angel’s suite. When he stepped inside, her wedding gown was on the floor, and she had no stockings on, just a slip and camisole. She was coming out the bathroom, blowing her nose.

  “Baby, what’s the matter? You’re supposed to be dressed.” She ran to him, crying. He hugged her and rocked her back and forth. “What’s the matter?” he asked again.

  “I messed up my dress,” she wailed.

  “What do you mean you messed it up?”

  “It’s too tight around my waist, and I threw up all over it.” Kay started laughing. “Damn baby, you that nervous, you’re throwing up?”

  “I’m pregnant, Kay. I was gonna wait and surprise you tonight on our honeymoon, but I messed up my gown. I look horrible. It’s not supposed to go like this, Kay.” She was crying uncontrol-lably, her face buried into his chest.

  “Pregnant? My baby is pregnant? Goddamn! We’re gonna have a baby,” he shouted. Then he tried consoling her. “Calm down, baby. We’ll work through this together. It’s no big thing. The hotel has a cleaning service. If we gotta take the dress to New Jersey, that’s what we’ll do. This is New York. We’ll get the dress cleaned. Here, sit down.” He scooped her up and sat her down on the couch, kissing her on the lips. “I’ll be right back.”

  He gathered up the expensive Vera Wang gown and left. Shanna and one of the wedding coordinators were on their way to see him. “Do whatever you need to do to get this cleaned ASAP,” he demanded, taking off his shirt and handing it to her as well.

  Kay went back inside. She was still crying. Kay laughed, “Come here, beautiful one,” and sat her on his lap. “It’s not that bad, baby. We’ll be runnin’ a little behind schedule, but that’s it.”

  “Kay, make all this go away,” she pleaded.

  “I can’t make it go away, but I can fix it. I’ll tell the consultant to keep the guests occupied. Let them dance, pass out some drinks, tell jokes, or something.” He phoned the consultant and told her to handle things. They spoke for about five minutes. “There,” he said, wrapping his arms around Angel. “Did I leave anything out? Your dress will be good as new.”

  “What about me? Look at my face. My eyes are puffy, and my nose is red and swollen.” She was still crying.

  “Baby, you are beautiful. You look beautiful. Your skin is glowing. There’s nothing wrong with your eyes or your nose.”

  “Stop lying, Kay.”

  “I’m not lying. You just need to stop crying. Everything is under control, trust me. Let me worry about this insignificant shit. It’s all under control.”

  “Is it?”

  “Yes, it is. A’ight?”

  “I love you,” she said, hugging him tight.

  “I love you, too. I was wondering why your pussy had been feeling different and tasting so good. I thought it was because I knew we were getting married.” He laughed. “I was like, damn, we should have gotten married a long time go.”

  “You are so silly.”

  “I’m serious. But here you are getting ready to be my baby’s mama. I’m fuckin’ ecstatic. You know you’re long overdue.”

  “What about me opening up my own practice? I was supposed to do that month after next.”

  “You still can open it if you want to. Or you can postpone it. Baby it don’t matter. We got fucking millions. You don’t have to do shit if you don’t want to. It’s not like we pressed for cash. Do whatever makes you happy. That’s all that matters to me.”

  “That’s why I love you so much, Kaylin Santos.”

  “I love you more, Mrs. Angel Santos,” he said, taking off her camisole. “Are you still fe
eling real tense?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “You want me to get rid of all of your tension?” he asked, run-ning his tongue over her nipples.

  “Please do.”

  He pulled off her slip and panties, took off his pants and box-ers, and tossed everything on the sofa. Just the sight of his body had Angel’s juice flowing. He pulled off his wife beater T-shirt and stared at her naked, glowing, caramel-colored body. He spread her thighs wider. He stared at the juices slowly easing out her pussy.

  “Damn, you are so beautiful,” he mumbled. He softly kissed the inside of her thighs, causing her to moan out loud. She grabbed his head and tried to push it down between her thighs, but he resisted. She closed her eyes and let out some sexy moans as he reached over and slid three fingers deep inside her, slowly moved them in and out. Her cheeks were flushed, and he knew she was dying for him to rock her world.

  “You ready to come?” he whispered.

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “Well, finish for me while I watch.”

  She wanted to protest but was too hot to waste time.

  “Go ahead ma,” he urged. Then she ran her fingers over her clit and started moving them nice and slow. He could see her pussy lips swell up as she picked up her pace. Her clit was turn-ing redder and swelling up as she closed her eyes getting ready to cum.

  “Go baby!” Kay said, his dick throbbing. As soon as her legs started shaking, she screamed his name three times. “I’m here baby,” he said, thrusting the tip of his tongue in and out of her pussy.

  He immediately crawled between her thighs and went all the way inside her. “Oh, God!” she screamed, locking her legs around his waist and wildly running her hands up and down his back, butt, and thighs. Kay closed his eyes as she sent chills all up and down his body.

  “Damn!” he muttered. “Go ahead and cum baby.” He could hardly hold out any longer. As soon as he felt that first contrac-tion, he bit down on his lip and held still while pushing deep in-side her. She started screaming when he started grinding hard and coming right along with her. He collapsed right on top of her. They lay there just like that for about ten minutes. Then he rolled over and took those two fingers she used to make herself cum and put them in his mouth.

 

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