Twenty minutes later, I was out the shower and looking into my dresser drawers to find something to wear. I threw on a pair of my white Polo boxers and a long pair of red Polo pajama pants with no shirt. I walked out the room and I heard talking coming from my daughter’s room. I could hear Bria trying to plead her case to Breesha to let her stay up for a few minutes later. I smiled because my daughter was always trying to get Breesha to let her stay up past her bedtime. She could do the shit with me, but Breesha wasn’t having it because if she let her stay up late, she wouldn’t want to get up in the morning for school.
Five minutes later, Breesha came from out of the room and closed the door behind her. She jumped when she saw me standing by the door. “What the fuck Dontae?! Why you standing there like that?” she asked, walking past me, going down the steps.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and carried her down the stairs. I didn’t put her back down until we got in the kitchen. As she straightened up the mess, I went over to the pan and took four cookies.
“You so greedy Dontae! Don’t eat all my baby’s cookies either because I told her she could have some more when she get home from school tomorrow!” she snapped.
I laughed at her and stuck my middle finger at her and continued to eat my cookies. When she was finished cleaning the kitchen, she tried to walk past me but I pulled her into me, standing her in between my legs. I placed my hands on her waist and stared into her hazel eyes and she stared back into mine. My baby was real confident in herself because never once did she look down. Staring at her, I couldn’t help but realize just how pained her eyes looked. Normally when Breesha looked at me, I was able to see the happiness and the joy that filled her up. Now, I was seeing sadness and I didn’t like it one bit. I wanted the old Breesha back. The Breesha that didn’t look depressed or walk around carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. I wasn’t going to address it now though because I didn’t want to get her all worked up and cause her to think about the miscarriage again.
“What’s that fuck shit you was spitting on the phone the other day to Mani?” I asked her, deciding to bring this subject up instead.
“What are you talking about? Aint nobody studding your ass,” she said.
I slapped her hard on the ass. “Stop lying girl!”
“I’m not lying. I just told Mani how I’m feeling,” she said, trying to pull away but I held her ass in place.
“And how you feeling?” I asked her, grabbing her ass, putting both cheeks in my hands. I was waiting for her to slap my hands away but she didn’t. That let me know that she wasn’t mad with a nigga because whenever Breesha wasn’t feeling me, she didn’t let me touch her ass, so that alone caused a little smile to form on my face.
“I’m hurting Dontae and you weren’t here to console me! You didn’t even try to call to check up on me and Bria. That was wrong and you know it,” she pouted.
“The way I was feeling, I was liable to fuck you up. Since this happened, a nigga really be thinking like damn, what if you really had taken that last pill? You wouldn’t be fuckin’ here right now and the thought of that really kills a nigga. So to avoid that feeling, I tried to stay away and hoped I could lose feelings for you so that the shit wouldn’t hurt so bad,” I said, telling her the God honest truth. I wasn’t saying that I was trying to run away from my problems, I just didn’t want to face them at that time.
“That’s not a good enough answer! Don’t ever do no shit like that again!” she ordered to me.
“And you better not pull no shit like what you did again. That was real stupid man. I’ma need you to make a promise to me that you won’t attempt to do even think about doing that shit again!” I said, looking into her eyes.
“I promise it won’t ever happen again,” she told me. I squeezed her ass one final time and shook my head.
“And what’s this shit I hear about you going to find you a new nigga or some shit like that?” I asked her, dead ass serious.
I watched as she busted out laughing like a nigga just told the biggest joke of all time. I didn’t see shit funny. “Wait! Who told you that lie?” she asked me after she finished laughing.
“Shard told me that earlier. He said he heard you tell Mani that last night on the phone,” I told her.
“Well Shard lied. I didn’t say no shit like that,” she said, wrapping her arms around me.
“Let me find out,” I said, kissing her neck.
“It’s nothing to find out. I said what I had to say, take it or leave it,” she said.
I already knew my baby was telling me the truth. For one, couldn’t no other nigga handle her body the way that I could. Not a soul on this earth cold have my lady in damn tears when a nigga be hitting that shit from the back. I’d like to see a nigga even say that he can. Her expectations were too high, so it was going to take a hell of lot for a nigga to even think that they could take my place.
“So you gon’ give your nigga some pussy or what?” I asked her.
“Hmm as tempting as that sounds, I can’t baby. I’m still bleeding,” she told me.
I removed my hands from her ass and went to pull down my pants. Before I could even get my dick out, Breesha stopped me. “What you doing girl? You don’t see how hard my shit is right now?” I asked her, pissed off. Shit, if a nigga couldn’t get no pussy then at least let a nigga get some head.
“I’m not doing that Tae because then I’m going to be horny and we can’t do nothing to get mines off. Sorry baby but no licky-licky, no sucky-sucky,” she said and kissed me on my cheek and headed upstairs.
I was left with my jaw damn near touching the floor. But I should have known she would do some fucked up shit like that because Breesha didn’t even like for a nigga to touch her when her period be on. I went in the bathroom, retrieved that Johnson & Johnson, and got myself off since my lady didn’t want to handle that for me!
Chapter 3: Imani
“Oh myyyyy Goddddd, this shit hurts so fuckin’ badddddd,” I cried out in pain. This was the worst pain that I had ever experienced in my entire life. Those little cramps that I got once a month wasn’t shit compared to this. I just knew my ass was going to die any minute now. My parents stood on both sides of me, holding my arms and coaching me along the way.
“Just give me one last big push and I promise that’s it. I can already see the head,” the doctor told me but I didn’t believe her because she had been saying that shit for the past twenty minutes. I was frustrated, in pain, and annoyed because Rashard was standing behind the doctor with his camcorder out, recording the whole damn thing. I wanted to slap the shit out of his ass too! I specifically told him I didn’t want him to record it but he talking about this is history so he needed it on film. Breesha and Nae stood on both sides of the doctors, giving out orders as well. I swear everybody in the room was getting on my fuckin’ nerves.
“Mani less crying, more pushing baby,” Rashard told me.
“Rashard, shut the fuck up and leave me alone. You get your ass on this bed and…oh my Goddddd…fuckkkk,” I cried out in pain as another contraction hit my ass.
“Shard leave her the fuck alone,” Breesha told him, causing him to laugh. He made me so mad that when I pushed this time, cries filled the room. I threw my head back and cried. I was fuckin’ exhausted and so happy that agony was finally over.
“It’s a boy,” the doctor informed us and I cried even harder. Shard and I didn’t want to know the sex of the baby while I was pregnant, so we waited. I reached my hands out to hold my baby and the doctor laid him on my chest. He was so small and beautiful. He was Shard all the way but he did have my big eyes.
“Baby look up at me,” Shard said and I looked up at him and smiled to the camera.
“My li’l man packing just like his daddy,” Shard said, which caused everybody in the room to laugh at his nasty ass. The nurse walked over to me and took the baby from out of my hands so that they could weigh and clean him.
“Rashard Prince Lewis, Jr.” I sai
d, smiling.
Breesha and Nae stood over me raining kisses all over my face. “You did so good crybaby,” Nae told me, smiling.
“Yes you did Mani. Congratulations girl,” Breesha told me again and kissed my cheek, followed by my mom, dad, and grandma.
Shard walked over to me and kissed me on the lips, which led to a full out tongue kissing session.
“Alright Mani, that’s why your ass laid up in here right now,” my grandma said, causing everybody in the room to laugh.
“I love you girl,” Shard told me.
“I love you more baby,” I let him know.
Finally, the nurse came back inside the room with my baby. I was glad because I was dying to hold him again. The nurse rested him on my chest and I fell in love with him all over again. I loved my baby already so much. This is what they meant when they said love at first sight. My son was so perfect to me. He just made me want to really finish school and do what I had to do for him. I wanted my son to be proud of his mother and the accomplishments that I had made. I rubbed his head, which was a head full of curly hair. He gave me a little smile and oh my God, he had my deep dimples too.
“I love you,” I said to R.J. and kissed his lips. I couldn’t stop crying, I was just so fuckin’ happy.
Imani
Being a mom was the best thing ever. I loved our little family. I never wanted to leave my son’s side but my mom had damn near begged me to bring R.J. over to her this morning. I didn’t want to but I went ahead and did it anyway. Shard and I were planning on going to the gym this morning as well. I figured it was time for me to get my body back but Shard was convinced that he didn’t want me losing a pound. He loved this extra weight on me. I wasn’t necessarily trying to lose the weight, I just wanted to get rid of my little stomach that I had leftover since having the baby.
After we dropped R.J. off and I damn near smothered him to death with kisses, we were on our way to the gym.
“I don’t even know why I’m taking your ass with me. You don’t need to lose no weight,” Shard told me once we got back inside the car.
I felt like he was trying to say something but he didn’t want to just throw it out there and possibly hurt my feelings in the process. I felt like he maybe thought I was too small in the beginning and he didn’t like that, which is why he wanted me to keep the little bit of extra weight that I had picked up. “Shard just say what you trying to say. Don’t beat around the bush with it,” I said, turning my body over in the seat so that I could face him.
“I ain’t trying to say shit! I’m just saying, you look good like this. I don’t see why you in such a hurry to hit the gym,” he told me.
“So you think that I was too small before then? Just say that shit!” I said to him. He probably wanted him one of those thick bitches with ass and titties for days. Well, I’m sorry that I didn’t have all of that going on. Don’t get me wrong, I may have been a li’l small but that didn’t mean I wasn’t the shit. I was tiny but I did have a good amount of ass. I was built like the hip-hop rapper Diamond that used to be in the group Crime Mob. I guess it just ran in my family because both my mom and grandma were small, even Breesha and Nae.
“Did I say that shit Imani? Huh? When did that come out of my mouth?” he asked me.
I guess I was just feeling some type of way, so I decided to just leave the conversation alone. Ten minutes later, we were pulling up to YOUFIT. When we walked inside, the receptionist scanned our key cards and I headed to the treadmills while Shard headed for the weights.
I damn near killed myself on the treadmill after being on there for an hour and a half. I went in search of Shard and I spotted him and his boys taking over the whole weight lifting area. I saw his cousin Mark and I hurried fast to get to my man. I couldn’t stand his fat ass. He gave me the fuckin’ creeps every time I was his ass. I watched as he eye fucked me the whole time that I was over there.
“Mani you don’t even look like you just had a baby a month ago,” Dontae told me while pulling me in for a hug.
“That’s what I keep on telling her stubborn ass,” Shard said. I walked over to him and pulled at the waist of his basketball shorts that were slightly hanging off his ass.
“You ready to go baby?” I asked him.
“Yeah baby, let me just knock these last set of pushups out the way,” he said and I nodded my head and went and sat on the bench next to him. I watched my baby do five sets of 20 and his back looked so sexy and strong.
“Come sit on my back for the last set Mani,” he told me.
“No Shard. I’m tired and my legs hurt,” I told him.
“Imani come on. We ain’t going to leave until you do it!” he told me.
I sucked my teeth and got up and walked over to him. I sat down on his back Indian style. Shard’s ass always liked to show off. Whenever we did these types of pushups, we would do it at home. But I guess his ass wanted to show off in front of his niggas.
“Count,” he said.
“Aww look at y’all. How cute,” Dontae said laughing. I laughed along with him and counted out for my baby so that he could finish up his last set. When he finished, I stood up and he slapped my ass real hard.
“Alright we can go now,” he said.
I looked up at Shard and he was looking so good, sweaty and all. The way his muscles flexed and those little sweat beads were on his stomach, and the way his pants were sagging and I could see that big ass dick print, was making me want to go in the back in one of the bathrooms and have him do some damage to my body.
While we were walking out of the door, I noticed the way Mark was looking at Shard. It was a look of envy, like he was secretly jealous of his own cousin. I’d had my suspicions of Mark and from seeing the way he looked at his own cousin with such envy, made me realize that his cousin was up to no good. I made a mental note to say something to Shard about that later. But as of now, I walked behind Shard and I watched as all the little hos stared at him like they didn’t see me with him. Disrespectful ass bitches!
“Shard where is your shirt?” I asked him. I didn’t want these hos seeing my man’s goodies like that. Shard pulled me from behind him and placed my body in front of him.
“In my bag. Why, what’s up?” he asked, kissing my neck.
“You got all my goodies out on front view for these hos to see,” I said. I didn’t know if he caught on to the jealousy laced in my voice but I was kind of hoping that he didn’t.
Shard laughed and kissed my cheek. “Let’s go girl, with your jealous ass. Everybody knows you my woman and I’m your man so stop tripping Mani. Insecure don’t look good on you, so stop that shit,” he said and I nodded my head as we walked out of the door.
Mark
Honestly speaking, I hated that nigga Rashard and I wanted his bitch. I know y’all may think that I’m a grimy ass nigga for saying some foul shit like that but first let me put y’all up on game right quick. First of all, Shard and I aren’t blood cousins. Neither are me and Dontae. I just grew up with them niggas since we were in fuckin’ Pull-ups so we went around saying that we were related and shit. Dontae and Rashard are blood though. This hate that I had going on for Dontae had been going on for about as long as him and Dontae opened up their own shop but the shit got worse once he started fuckin’ around with Imani. We both saw her ass first that night and I was the one that spoke up on it. Rashard said he wanted her too and I kind of thought that that was fucked up, being as though I had just expressed to him about how I felt. It was me that was supposed to walk up on her that night and get to know her. It was me who she was suppose to have her first child by.
Truth be told, I wanted that nigga Shard out and I was going to do whatever it was that I had to do. I lost all sanity once I found out that she was having this nigga’s baby. I even put together little plans that I knew would break them up for sure. Months back when Rashard had got drunk off his ass and decided to spend the night at my crib, I was the one that told Quanie to go take those pictures and send them t
o Imani. I just knew that Imani would leave his ass for that shit but it seemed like I was wrong. A nigga was growing tired of watching another nigga put a smile on the face of the woman that I was deeply in love with. It pained me because whenever I looked at Imani, she would quickly walk away and look at me as if I disgusted her. I may have been a big nigga, but I knew how to treat a woman. Shard’s ass was a fuckin’ ho and I knew my cousin was getting him some extra pussy on the side. At least that’s what I was hoping so that I could finally make my move on Imani.
If she didn’t leave his ass in the next month or so, that would leave me no choice but to go handle him myself. Besides, I wasn’t feeling the way that Dontae and Rashard made their little jokes about me either whenever I was in their job. Mothafuckas called me Ted from the Black Ink crew because all I did was sit on the couch at the shop all day. I was gon’ let Dontae’s bitch ass live because I didn’t want his bitch. That bitch was too high maintenance for me and if I was her nigga, I would have been punched her in her damn mouth. Imani was going to be mine sooner or later and before they knew it, that li’l nigga that she just gave birth to was going to be calling me Daddy, right along with her fine ass!
I was going to put Quanie’s ho ass up on game about whatever it was that I was going to plan. I knew Quanie still felt some type of way about how Rashard choked her ass up that day in the kitchen so it was only right that I put her on. I needed to let her know that Imani was not going to get hurt out of this situation though. I swear if she even laid a finger on Imani, I was going to kill her ass. I just needed her to play on her phone or something. Something extreme that’d get Imani to leave that nigga for good this time.
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