by Belleza
The decorator did a wonderful job bringing my gold and white themed baby shower to life. While the guest were asked to wear all white, I had a beautiful custom-made dress that showed off my baby bump perfectly.
It was already thirty minutes into the shower that started on time at two pm. My hair was bone straight combed straight off my face to show off the glow everyone said was there and my dresses beautiful neckline. I simply wore gold diamond studs in my ear and the natural makeup which consisted of lashes, lightweight foundation, and a little contour.
Sweeping my hair from off my shoulders, my mom picked up the brush and began to brush it neatly down my back. It grew so much from the pregnancy I didn't need any additional tracks for length.
“Why aren’t you out there with your guests?”
I shrugged.
“You’re lying. Something is bothering you. You forgot I’m your mother?”
I met eyes with my mother through the mirror who was peering at me with a stern look on her face. My mother’s hair was in a bun on top of her head and she also had on a gold dress. She didn’t see the point in her blending in with the guests since she was the grandmother. I wasn’t sure what the hell that meant or if it was necessary but being raised by her, I knew not to argue her down. She got her way no matter what.
“I should be happy, but I’m not. I think I’m doing something so wrong.”
“Like?”
I sucked in a deep breath and pushed the wand of my lip gloss back into twisting it and then placing it back on the vanity.
“I don’t feel right about having this baby and I’m unsure of the father,” I admitted.
My mother continued to brush my hair as if what I said didn’t bother her.
“Who’s the other man you had sex with?”
“A photographer in New York. His name is Irvin.”
“How much does Irvin make?”
I laughed. “Mom, I really don’t know all of that. He’s pretty popular but I’m sure he’s not a millionaire.”
She scoffed. “You gotta be careful. Just like a woman marry or has a baby with a man for money, there are men that do the same thing. We gotta protect our assets.”
I didn’t say anything because I knew that wasn’t the case with Irvin. He was so sweet and supported my dreams. Maybe because what we both did for a living went hand in hand, but he wasn’t Wesley.
While I was trying to find a way to trap Wesley, I had a weak moment and had unprotected sex with Irvin in the same week it said I conceived and was ovulating. The universe had a crazy way of working.
“Do you want Wesley or Irving to be the father?”
“Wesley of course.” I looked back up into the mirror and my mother looked at me and shrugged.
“Then Wesley is the father.”
She spun the chair around and cupped my hands in her face.
“I can’t believe you’re actually killing yourself about something like this. Wesley knows he’s the father and we’re going to keep it at that.”
“What if the baby comes out and he looks nothing like Wesley?”
“Babies can have their own look you know, and he also has a mother he can look like. You planted the seed already, there’s no reason to worry about it growing. You keep watering that plant and watch it grow. That baby can look like ET and I’m sure Wesley will think it’s his as long as you play your part.”
I frowned. “Mom, not ET.”
“I’m just saying…” she laughed. “You want your ring, right?”
“Yes.”
“You will get it. Trust me.” She kissed my forehead.
There was a knock at the door, before someone stepped in and Wesley emerged looking amazing in all white. It wasn’t the slacks and button up I asked him to wear, but I couldn’t be mad at his choice.
“I’ll leave you two in here alone. Don’t be long,” she told us as she gave Wesley a sharp smile and walked out of the suite.
“What you doing in here? Everyone is asking me if you’re okay.”
“You just got here?”
He nodded his head and took my hand in his. I stood up and smiled at the way his eyes gleamed as he looked at me. Things have been so perfect between us besides the mall incident. I didn’t see why we couldn’t be together.
“I’m fine. Just nervous,” I breathed out a deep breath of air thinking about my secret I revealed to my mother.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just a baby shower. We gotta get all the free gifts and eat all this good food. I heard your mom got Honey Hill Catering to cater the event.”
I nodded my head thinking about all the great food I chose from. We had a big event, so I had a tasting to make sure everything was to my liking. I never ate so much since the pregnancy. The food was just that good.
“You look beautiful,” Wesley said with a visible smile on his face.
“Thank you. You look great despite the fact you didn’t wear what I asked.”
“Girl, nobody was going to wear a tux like we are about to walk down the aisle.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not yet, but whatever.”
Wesley’s hand was at the small of my back as he guided me out of the suite. He snuck a quick feel of my ass and I looked at him over my shoulder with a raised eyebrow. I felt so bad about not knowing who was the father I refrained from sex as if it was going to make a difference. There was no way I was going to fuck Irvin because the moment he saw my stomach he would want a DNA test. He never mentioned wanting kids, but I learned he was a stand-up guy. There was no way he was going to be cool with knowing he possibly had a child coming into the world.
“You keep it up I’ma be bent over by the time the night is over. I’ve been horny as fuck and on a drought.”
“Really?”
“Yes! Why would I have sex while I’m pregnant with your son?” I asked him.
“Ain’t nothing wrong with that. You got needs,” he responded.
“Needs that I only want fulfilled by you.”
He didn’t reply so I left it alone. I didn’t have any idea how the venue would look, but the decorator nailed it. It was so beautiful it almost brought tears to my eyes. I fanned my face to refrain from messing up my makeup.
“You’re a big ass punk,” Wesley whispered in my ear and kissed the side of my face. There he goes again. I swear I was so hot I was thinking of ways to restrain him and ride his dick.
As soon as the guests noticed us, they all came over and began to congratulate me and asking if they could touch my stomach. I was glad they even asked because many people thought a baby bump was open invitation to touch me which was weird.
In the midst of the crowd I noticed Wesley’s friends Amare and Kenton with women who I assumed were their plus ones. My chest got tight thinking Amena was here. He said they were like family, but I highly doubt it and if she tried to play me, I swear I was going to turn up this entire baby shower.
“Wesley,” I said, tugging at his arm. “Is that girl here?”
“Who?”
“Amena. I see her brother and your friend is here.”
“No, she isn’t.”
I gave him a hard stare and he returned the same look. “We not about to do this. That’s Amare’s sister and she was invited. I keep telling you she’s like family.”
“Family?” I shot back. “That girl wants to fuck you.”
He gritted his teeth and ran his hand over his beard. “She’s not here. There’s no need to have this discussion.”
I sucked my teeth and went over to the thrones that were for us to sit in. I didn’t miss the fact that he didn’t deny she wanted to fuck him. It was fine. If she wanted the dick, she could have some of it for now. By the time I was done with Wesley he would be mine and scared to even look at another woman’s way.
***
The baby shower was a success. I pretty much had everything, so most of it was items that could go to Wesley’s house since he was stuck on the fact that we weren’t going to be li
ving together. What I did keep for my place, he stayed to help me put it away.
We were seated on the floor of the baby’s room popping the tags off the clothes, so my maid could wash them. It was going on ten at night and he was comfortable with a Corona next to him.
“Thank you for behaving yourself at the shower. You know you always find a way to act up at events.”
“How?” he questioned me.
“Remember the dinner you left?”
He waved his hand at me. “That shit was old and ya mom was wrong as fuck.”
I kept my mouth closed really wanting to say he didn’t want her to say anything because Amena was there, but I left it alone.
“I’m so glad to be out of that dress. It was nice, but my fat ass needed to breathe.”
My comment had Wesley eyeing me. “You’re not fat. Stop saying that.”
“Yes I am. Look.” I pointed at my thigh and he grabbed it.
“You always had a nice body, but a real nigga like me like shit like this.”
His hand was still on my thigh. I lifted my eyes and saw that familiar look in his eyes and that growing bulge in the jeans he wore. This was the perfect time to get the dick I’ve been missing.
“I can’t tell.”
“How?” he asked licking his lips.
“Because you know I’ve been horny, and you’ve done nothing to help me out with that.” I lifted the cami I had on over my head and stood to my feet so I could push my sleep shorts down my legs. Wesley’s mouth was slightly ajar as he took in my naked body.
I cupped my swollen breast and pinched my nipple between my manicured fingers. The wall he built up was crumbling quickly as I slid my hand down my naked body and eased onto my back so my waxed pussy can be seen.
I closed my eyes and plunged my finger inside my love box wishing it was him working his way into my center. I thought he was going to just watch, but when I felt him move my hand and replace my fingers with his, my body trembled.
He was now hovering over me and looking into my eyes.
“This what you wanted?” he said in a low breathy tone.
I tucked my lip between my teeth and nodded my head.
“Is this all you want?”
He sunk his finger deep inside of me and I arched my back off the plush carpet.
“No!” I cried out. “Shit… no…. I want you to make love to me, Wes.”
Pulling his fingers out of me, his hand went to his jeans unsnapping them. He pulled them down just enough so he could get his dick out. Biting my lips, I opened my legs wider anticipating feeling every inch of him.
Coming back my way, he had my knees in the crook of his arms and slowly pushed himself in taking my breath away as I felt the hard thickness of him squeezing between my walls. A hot searing bolt of pleasure struck through my body. It felt like my nerve endings were going crazy as he moved in and out of me. From where I laid, I watched him as he looked at himself stretching me wide with the look of pure bliss on his face.
“This my pussy, right?”
“Always been baby,” I told him twisting my nipple between my finger tip and playing with my clit with the other.
Every time he pressed into me; my body shook. He adjusted my legs so they were now wrapped around his waist and he hovered over my body carefully so he wouldn't be close to by stomach.
Energy rippled between our locked gaze as he hit my spot. He broke our stare and placed a kiss between my breast and brought one into his mouth, biting down on my flesh, then licked my nipple, rolling it between his tongue.
I cried out as he now delivered firm, short strokes. My nails dug into his taut shoulders as I held him hostage between my legs.
“Shit… Wes! I love you! I swear I do baby!”
Replacing his hand with his mouth, it covered my breast. My lips quivered, he growled, and my sex pulsed. I was about to cum.
Wesley moved faster as the trembling got intense and he exploded inside of me with a growl as I hit my climax. He delivered a few short strong strokes as his dick twitched inside of me and then pulled out of me and rolled over onto the floor.
I didn’t realize how bad I missed him until now.
Mar
“I don’t see it!” she pouted holding the ultrasound in her hand.
It was hard as hell not to laugh at the cute ass frown on her face as she held the picture of our baby in her hand. She was only seven weeks a little further than what she assumed since she was going by her missed period. I told her she was knocked up but she ain’t believe me. There was no way she wasn’t after all the sex we had.
“How can’t you see it? The doctor said that it’s right there.” I pointed to the black circle with a smaller circle inside of it. It definitely didn’t look like a baby, but I knew in a few months the arms and legs would get longer and the head more normal looking.
Pushing her hands down so she could stop staring at the picture like her life was ruined, I held her face and gave her a kiss.
“I love you so much.”
Wes tried to explain to me how he felt knowing he was about to be a father and I didn’t understand until now.
The pout finally vanished from her face and broke out into a smile.
“What am I going to do? I gotta deal with you and your big head child.”
“You better not have it any other way either,” I responded taking all of my ultrasounds and taking her hand.
We walked out of the hospital and to the front to wait for my car so we could leave. I handed the valet my ticket and he called my numbers on my ticket into a walkie talkie.
“Oh babe! Look, ice cream!” CoCo howled like a little girl. “Can I get some?”
I had no idea that a Mister softee was riding around in Center City. My car wasn’t pulled up yet, so we walked over and waited in line to go get her a soft serve cone. I paid for her shit and then walked back to go get my car but stopped in my tracks when I heard my name being called.
“Amare! Mar, baby is that you?”
We both stopped and faced the woman yelling my name. At first glance I didn’t recognize her, but as she neared me scratching her matted hair and arm, I recognized her immediately.
She looked like she was about fifty pounds lighter and eyes were sunken in and dark; they resembled a raccoon.
“Did you make it into the NBA? I always knew you could do it. Can I have a dollar? Who is this pretty girl?”
She approached us reaching out for Corryn. I pulled her back crinkling up my nose at the foul stench her body reeked of. Corryn was confused as fuck looking at me and then back at the woman.
With my fist balled at my side I kept my eyes on her frail body as she swayed back and forth rubbing her arms as if it was fifteen degrees outside rather than ninety.
“Son let me get a dollar. I know you’re good for it. Hey! Y’all seen my baby on the tv? He’s a star!” she yelled out to the passer byers who only looked at her as if she was crazy. Crazy, high, and maybe drunk was exactly what she was. “If anyone wants an autograph, I’ll take one dollar! Matter fact give me a quarter. Please!”
With probably a bunch of questions running through her head Corryn continued to stare wondering who this woman was. If she saw past the filth and stench, she’ll be able to notice the long thick lashes and wide eyes as she bounced up and down now as if her feet were sinking in lava yelling how I was a star.
The first person that made eye contact with her she went running after them down the street all for two damn quarters for an autograph they weren’t going to get. The shit was embarrassing.
“Babe…”
“Let’s go,” I told Corryn. Thankfully, I saw the driver was pulling up in my car. Turning around, I pulled her towards my car glad that she didn’t want to ask a million questions. I had no intentions on entertaining this woman’s bullshit.
When we made it to my car, I gave the man a tip, opened her door and then rounded the front after helping Corryn. I locked eyes with the woman one last time. Seeing
that I was leaving she tried to hurry back our way. As I pulled out of the hospital’s driveway, she caught the trunk of my car and began to bang on it as I pulled out into the traffic yelling my name.
Corryn stared at me as if she was waiting for me to explain. With my eyes on the road, I gripped the steering wheel thinking about the spectacle that woman put on. She was out of her fucking mind. She was better off dead.
I don’t know how long it’s been, but it’s been a while. After not seeing someone for so long they became a distant memory. Pretty much dead. Now that I had proof that she was very much alive, many emotions took over my mind.
“Babe…”
Her soft touch on my hand brought me out of my head and memories I thought were gone.
“Who was that?”
I didn’t respond.
“Was that her? Was that your mom?”
This time I glanced at her gritting my teeth.
“Don’t call her that.”
“Mar, she is your mother,” she tried to reason with me.
“Just because you push kids out doesn't make you a mother. She’s simply a crack head that gave birth and left us to fend for ourselves.”
Corryn frowned from the aggression in my voice. “No matter what, she’s your mother. Did you see her? She needs your help.”
I laughed because the shit was hilarious. Like I would really give a fuck what that woman needed.
“She needs my help, Corryn? You don’t think after my father died Amena and I needed her help? Where was she when I had to figure out how to get and budget money? Or explain to a damn teenager about her period? I don’t give a damn about what she needs.”
“But–”
“Drop it, Corryn. I ain’t about to go back and forth with you about something you don’t understand. You had your mother. All I had was Amena; my sister.”
The defeated look on Corryn’s face had me feeling bad. She didn’t do shit but tried to get a better understanding on my egg donor. I just wasn’t ready for that conversation. Not when I mentally buried her in my mind.
After driving a while, I eventually calmed down and saw Corryn staring aimlessly out of the front window. Her feelings were hurt, and I was dead ass wrong for taking my anger out on her. Today was supposed to be a great day and it all got ruined because I saw that crackhead bitch.
