When A Hood Legend Claims It All 3

by Belleza

I laughed sarcastically because he had no idea who he thought he was going to be fucking with. “It ain’t that simple. Matter fact it’s damn near impossible. I had to ride to my destination blind folded. All my belongings were taken from me, including my phone which was turned off. Black is the real deal. I’m scared to even think about coming for him because it feels like he will know. He knew about you. He didn’t say your name, but if he knew about you, I’m sure getting that information wouldn’t be hard.”

  “Well did you give him my name?” he spat nastily.

  “No! But like I said, he probably knows it.”

  “What other options do we have?”

  “He said Mar was an option.”

  “We’re not buying shit off that nigga!” he all but growled. “That nigga Black might be untouchable, but Mar isn’t.” Trevor approached me and kissed my lips roughly. “Don’t worry baby, I got us.”

  Wes

  “Baby boy looks like he’s growing big and strong,” the doctor stated after going through the ultrasound techs pictures and then taking a look for herself. My eyes were fixed the entire time on the screen. I didn’t know what the hell I was looking at, especially since it was in black and white. “Here are some extra pictures.” She passed me a few sonograms and I stared at them as if I didn’t see them on the screen a few moments ago.

  “Thank you.”

  “Do we have a name?”

  Kesha and I locked eyes and I shook my head while she answered yes.

  “Yes, we do,” she responded and now I was looking at her crazy.

  “When did we discuss a name? You already got the baby room done without me. I don't need to miss out on anything else.”

  “Oh my God.” She playfully rolled her eyes and the doctor laughed.

  “I’m going to leave you two alone to discuss this. Congratulations on your new bundle of joy,” the doctor said before she left. I got up from my seat and helped Kesha off the chair so she could get dressed.

  “So, what name did you have in mind?” I quizzed as she pulled her maternity shorts up her legs and over her stomach that looked like it grew overnight.

  “Wesley,” she responded with a sly ass grin.

  “Hell no. There’s enough Wesley’s in the world. We don’t need anymore,” I told her. It was probably every man’s dream to name their first-born son after them. I was named after my father and preferred to have my own name.

  “What’s wrong with Wesley?”

  “Because a third is too much. I want my son to have his own identity. And nothing with a ‘W’,” I added because I knew it was coming.

  She blew out a fake frustrated breath. “You are so bossy. I think I liked it better when it was just us two,” she stated looking down at her belly as she rubbed it.

  “Lies, my son needed his daddy.”

  Kesha and I left out of the room and made her follow up appointment before leaving.

  “Do you have any plans today?”

  I was ahead of her and pulled my phone out of my pants pocket seeing that it was Amena hitting me up. I silenced the call and shot her a message letting her know I was busy. Since finding out I was having a son I’ve been wrapped up in trying to play catch up on everything I missed. Kesha and I have been getting along better, so we were around each other more often.

  I kept reminding myself that we were only getting shit straight for my seed, but the more time I spent around her I was put in the position of wondering how shit would be with us together.

  “Nothing much, why what’s up?” I asked her back slipping my phone back in my pocket.

  “I was hoping if you can go with me shopping.”

  I screwed my face up. “What? Hell no, that’s women shit.”

  “It’s mother and father shit when it’s baby bag shopping,” she responded. She crossed her arms over her plump breasts after making this sad ass face that had me not really wanting to say no.

  “How many baby bags are there to choose from? Why we can’t get a book bag and call it a day?”

  Kesha laughed showing off her pretty smile. She always had straight white teeth. “Um there are many baby bags to choose from. A book bag is a definite no. I have a few options I was interested in, but I want to see them in person. Please go with me!”

  “A’ight but you got two hours. I’m not about to be in the mall with you forever. I know how you are. The moment you step foot in that place and you go crazy.”

  “Well thanks to your son, I haven’t been doing much shopping. I don’t plan on being this big forever, so I’m sticking to basic clothes until I have him.”

  My eyebrows furrowed as I unlocked my car door and held it open for her. “Your body looks good. You’re not big at all. The only thing that got thicker was your thighs and boobs.”

  Kesha smirked from my comment and I almost felt bad for revealing what I saw. She was getting thick as fuck. Every time I saw her, I found myself adjusting my dick and thinking about some weird shit so the blood could stop rushing to it. It didn’t make it any better that I knew how good her mouth game and pussy was.

  “You’ve noticed.”

  “Of course. I am a man. I’ma always look at a woman.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “Nobody wants to hear that shit, Wesley.”

  “Sorry,” I laughed her off even though it was the truth. I wasn’t going to stop checking out bitches. What I did after I looked was what mattered the most.

  I shut the door behind her and rounded my truck. Once I was in, she told me she wanted to go to King of Prussia Mall. Being as though it was the middle of the day I made sure I took the back roads to the mall because traffic was going to be crazy.

  The first stop at the mall was Louis Vuitton. They didn’t have baby bags, so we went to Gucci and they had a couple for her to choose from. From the way she couldn’t keep her eyes off the black one, I knew it was the one she wanted.

  “Oh, my goodness, baby daddy. We gotta get this!” Kesha squealed jumping up and down with the black bag with the red and green strap on her shoulder.

  The sales woman looked my way waiting for a response. I nodded my head and Kesha continued to squirm. She handed the woman the bag and ran up to me wrapping her arms around me and kissing my cheek.

  “I swear you’re the best.”

  My dick got so hard feeling her body against mine. Hoping she didn’t notice; I released our embrace laughing.

  “I sure I am since I’m going to be the one paying for the shit.”

  “You got it, babe,” she giggled like the spoiled brat I knew her to be.

  Again, we had that weird moment where we were gazing into each other's eyes. I broke out of it and headed to the counter. Kesha looped her arm in mine. Using my Amex on my iPhone, I used Apple Pay to purchase the bag and waited for it while they packaged up the bag just to put it in a shopping bag.

  “I’m hungry. Let’s go get something to eat,” she told me as we left out of the store heading towards the food court. There was a popular pizza spot I always got a few slices from when I was shopping. Kesha sat at the table while I stood in line to order our food.

  After ordering, I took the table topper that was our order number and sat down with her. It didn’t take long for and employee to come with our food placing the slices down along with our drinks on the table.

  “You sure that’s enough for you and him?” I questioned her glancing at her one slice.

  “Yes, that eating for two thing is a myth. Besides, I’m not about to be stuffing myself. You forget I get paid for my body… in a sense. Nobody is going to want me to model for them with stretch marks and flab.”

  That shit had me feeling a way and she saw it written all over my face. “That’s fucked up. No wonder why you’re small as shit. You starving yourself worrying about your job.”

  “Wesley, relax. I’m healthy and the baby is at the weight it needs to be. I eat a little more than what I’m used to, but I certainly don’t overdo it.”

  She reached over and plucked a p
epperoni off my pizza causing me to ball my face up at her. “Keep your hands on your plate. If you wanted pepperoni you should’ve gotten it.”

  “Really?” She laughed. “You have three slices of pizza. You’re not gonna miss that pepperoni.”

  Ignoring her comment, I lifted my pizza and took a bite. “Have you thought about not working? Maybe it’s best you stay home with the baby. You’re new to this motherhood thing and might need more than six weeks to get adjusted.”

  She swallowed the pizza she had in her mouth. “You’re new to this fatherhood thing and you don’t see me telling you to take a step back from whatever the hell it is that you do.”

  “I can stay home all day with my son and make money.”

  “That’s great. But everyone don’t have that luxury. My parents got money, but I prefer to have my own and make more of it. Modeling is my dream. I worked hella hard to get how far that I am, and I know I can rise further.”

  Her statement reminded me how we fell out many times before because she allowed her dreams to cloud her reality. She was doing her thing modeling, but she acted as if nothing else existed.

  “I know you can. I was just suggesting it. Ain’t nothing wrong with a break.”

  “I agree. But you’re going to be right there with me. Since you made it clear you can be home with your son all day you won’t mind having him while I work.”

  “Not at all. That’s why I need to get stuff for my crib when I have him.”

  I noticed her facial expression dropped immediately. “You good?”

  She shook her head and faked a smile. “Yeah, I just thought… never mind.”

  “You just thought what?” I probed.

  “I just thought maybe by the time the baby comes we’d be living together. It doesn’t make sense for us to live apart and I don’t want to travel back and forth with a baby.”

  “You do know we’re not together?” I reminded her even though these past few days felt like old times. “Going back and forth is what we gotta do, but to take the burden off you, I can always come to your crib. But once he gets older, I’m not gonna be sitting around your place when I have my own.”

  “You can just move in.” Her snippy tone was an indication that she wasn’t feeling my response.

  “What part of I’m not moving in don’t you understand? Things been cool with us, so don’t make that shit awkward trying to force me into a relationship with you.”

  Kesha closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “You know what, you’re right. These past couple of weeks had me so hopeful. We’ll just continue to focus on our little man and hopefully everything will fall into place.”

  She tried to make everything back to normal, but the damage was already done. After eating in silence we quickly left the mall and headed back to Philly. Once I dropped her I decided to pull up on Amena.

  I barely made it to her front door before she jumped in my arms and kissed me. The joyful feeling I had quickly revived. With her in my arms, I shut the front door behind me and placed her back on my feet.

  “It smells good in here. What you cooking?” I asked following her into her kitchen with my eyes on the little ass shorts that barely covered her ass.

  Amena was petite but her ass still poked out and sat up nice. I reached out and grabbed a handful and she swatted my hand away.

  “It’s only tacos. Want some?” she asked.

  “Nah, I just ate not too long ago.”

  I sat at the island in her kitchen watching her hook her shit up. It had me wanting to get at least one despite the fact I had three slices of pizza.

  “What did you eat?”

  “Pizza. After Kesha’s appointment we went to go pick a baby bag.”

  Amena got quiet and made a face. “Wow. That sounds intimate,” she responded.

  “It ain’t even like that.”

  “Well how did the appointment go?” she changed the subject taking a seat at the island with me.

  She reminded me that I wanted to show her the ultrasounds. I went into my pocket and pulled out the picture and extended it out to her. She accepted it and smiled as she looked at my little boy.

  “It’s a boy. She knew, but this was just an appointment to make sure everything was measuring correctly since she’s so small.”

  “That’s great. I know you’re happy.” She handed me back the pictures.

  “Yes, I am.”

  “So, things are okay with her knowing we’re going to be together?” she asked.

  “I didn’t tell her that.”

  Amena placed the soft-shell taco she was bringing to her mouth back on her plate. “Why not?” If looks could kill I’d be dead right now.

  “I just haven’t gotten around to it. We’ve been on good terms. She knows we ain’t together and I don’t have intentions on being with her ever again.”

  Getting off the stool, Amena lifted her plate and began to wrap the plate up. I got up too and went behind her.

  “I know you’re not mad.”

  “Mad? No. Disappointed, yes,” she huffed turning my way. “You said you were going to do something, and you didn’t do it.”

  “What’s the point of letting her know I’m in a relationship? It ain’t her business.”

  “Would it be her business if I have to chin check her for thinking you’re free game?” Her eyes narrowed as she cocked her head to the side.

  “Chill, that’s my son’s mother. I damn sure wouldn’t want y’all two going at it.”

  Amena always had her smart comments, but shit was different now that my son was going to be here soon. There was no easy way to make both of them happy.

  Amena scoffed and tried to walk away, but I grabbed her waist to stop her. “I just want this to work out and be drama free. Kesha and I are only co-parenting. You’re the woman I’m pursuing.”

  “It better be that way, Wes,” she said with a serious tone and look in her eyes.

  “No need for threats. I know who I want,” I replied kissing her forehead. Her expression finally softened and it had me at ease.

  Thing was cool on both ends and I didn’t see no point in rocking the boat if they both were happy.

  Amena

  It was the end of the month, so at my office it was closed to the public to give em the opportunity to fully focus on the finances of my brother and his friends businesses. It took almost the entire day to make sure everything was in order since money was getting cleaned through the laundromat, carwash and trucking company. I was relieved once I was finally able to log off my computer and stand from my seat. It was a tedious task, so I normally didn’t leave my office let alone my chair until everything was completed.

  Taking my bag out of my desk, I pulled my keys out of it and got up heading towards the door. After locking up and heading to my car, I took my phone out and went to text Wesley, but a message came through from Trey.

  We communicated here and there where I responded back very vaguely. I didn’t want to be rude, but I was more interested in getting things official with Wesley. I didn’t want anyone to be a distraction.

  Trey:

  Hey beautiful. You got time for me today?

  Staring at the words on my screen, I decided to let him know I was busy. Wesley have been putting in an effort in showing me that he was serious about me. He would openly communicate with me when he was around Kesha and spent the night in my bed most nights.

  The only reason he wasn’t with me right now was because he was handling business with Mar. I sent Trey a text back letting him know I was busy, and then sent Wesley a message letting him know I missed him.

  Instead of going home, I went to go visit CoCo and Sharita. I was missing my girls. The parking in front of their store was full, so I knew it was popping inside of there. I parked at the far end of the parking lot and walked over with my face in my phone.

  A weird feeling washed over me causing me to look up and lock eyes with a police officer that wasn’t parked too far from the shop. She didn’t even
bother looking away, so I screwed my face up at her and kept walking. Police officer or not you just can’t be staring at people.

  Inside of the shop, CoCo was getting money together in her deposit bag, while Rita was on the phone penciling someone in for an appointment. The salon was packed just as I expected, but everyone was being serviced with only one person waiting patiently with a book in her hand.

  “Hey bitches!” I greeted them. Rita hung up the phone and waved and CoCo placed the money in the blue deposit pouch.

  “What’s up?” she asked me.

  “Nothing. I was done for the day, so I figured I should stop by and see how y’all are doing.” I really wanted to share my feelings about Wesley again. At first it was excitement but the unknown of what he had going on with Kesha now was killing me. Things were damn near perfect between us but we still weren’t together and it had me thinking he was playing both sides.

  “You know there’s a creepy ass cop outside your store?” I questioned CoCo.

  She craned her neck to look at the police car that was visible through the large glass windows.

  “Since Pitt came up here pointing a gun towards Mar the police been heavy in here. Guess they’re being extra cautious now. This is a busy shopping area.”

  “That’s understandable, but the bitch was looking at me like I was suspect. Any way… I’ve had a few things on my mind when it came to Welsey and this whole baby situation. I feel so bad for feeling this way, but I can’t help it.”

  Rita smirked closing the appointment book. “I knew it was coming.”

  “I find myself with a ton of questions wondering if he’s with her. I know he said to give him time, but it felt like I’ve been waiting a while for us to get in a relationship and now that we’re so close, I think that it might not happen,” I half whined. “What makes matters worse is that I’ve been stalking her page to see if she shows any sign that her and Wesley are messing around and only get caught up in my feelings.”

  Her pregnancy looked good on her. I couldn’t help the envy that was brewing on the inside of me. The baby was a blessing, but she wasn’t supposed to be the one carrying his baby. I low key preferred him to be upset that she trapped him.