“Girl,” he got out. “You…you really tripping. Coming through the club, grabbing on my clothes and shit. That’s embarrassing. I should do your ass like that. I know people laughing. That…that aint what best friends do. I…I thought we was better than this.”
Rye grimaced. “Best friends? Nigga, are you serious, right now? You’re fucking taking my kindness for weakness. I told you that because I wanted us to be more than two people fucking. I wanted to be the person you bare your soul to. The person that you never lied to. I definitely didn’t say that for you to turn around and hold that against me. That wasn’t a license for you to shit on me. I can’t believe you,” her voice cracked. “Now, I see. You aint the nigga you pretended to be. With ya weak ass. I should’ve never gotten pregnant by you,” she cried.
Jaylen placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, girl. I’m just drunk, talking shit.”
“Don’t fucking touch me.” she jerked out of his grasp. “And don’t say shit else to me, cause I might crash this fucking car, just so I won’t have to hear your annoying ass voice. Fuck you. On everything.”
***
Twirling her hips, Rye thought that her dream was rather vivid. Something was feeling phenomenal between her legs. She bit her bottom lip, as she felt herself leak. That’s when her eyes popped open. Lifting her head, she realized that she hadn’t been dreaming. Jaylen’s waves were going circular, as he traced her clit with his tongue.
“Stop,” she whined, attempting to push his head back, until he wrapped his lips around her pearl.
Clutching the sheets, she tried her best to show no emotion, but that was nearly impossible. He’d tasted her several times before, but never quite like this. As he sucked her clit, she swore that he was snatching her soul. Eventually, she was bucking her hips, as her body quacked.
Once Jaylen felt her body tremble, he relented. Easing from between her legs, he lied beside her. While she gazed up at the ceiling, he kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry about last night,” he whispered.
Rye didn’t say a word.
“Bae, you hear me? Huh?”
Still nothing.
He grabbed her hand. “I know you’re still mad at me. I was tripping last night, and I apologize. Since I rode with Amir I drank way past my limit, thinking I had a designated driver, but then that nigga got fucked up too. Time just got away from us. I tripped out and should’ve been carried my ass home.”
Rye pursed her lips, but still didn’t bother saying anything.
“I promise that I’ma make this up to you. You hear me?”
Rye merely yawned.
“Don’t be like that. You know I love you, right?”
A chill shot up her spine, but she had to remain strong. “After you fuck up, you finally wanna tell me you love me? Am I supposed to believe that shit?”
He placed a palm on her belly. “It’s the truth. I love you. You don’t love me?”
Rye stared unblinkingly at the ceiling until tears slipped from her eyes.
“Hey, hey, stop that,” he urged, as he wiped the tears away with his knuckle. “Please,” he pleaded, before kissing her cheek again. “Just let me make it up to you. Okay? Alright?”
She sighed deeply, letting him know that he had to pull out the big guns for this one. Because he was unquestionably in the doghouse.
***
“So, you really dragged that nigga out of the club?” Keyasia questioned, as Corian squirmed in her lap.
Rye giggled. “Girl, if you don’t let that baby down. She clearly does not want you holding her.”
Key sucked her teeth. “You’re saying that because you haven’t seen her in action. She will tear this house up, have Jaylen’s shit everywhere. You should see what she did to Corinthian’s money he left lying around the house.”
“What did she do to it?” Rye lifted a brow.
“Put about a thousand in the toilet.”
“Nu-uh, girl, what did he do after that?”
“Nothing. Just got the money out the toilet. Cleaned his hands, and then sat around kissing her cheeks.”
Rye tittered. “He didn’t spank her?”
Keyasia pursed her lips. “Hell, no. I can’t even spank her, unless he’s not around. He’d be ready to fight if somebody pops his child. Then got the nerve to want another one. Who the hell got time for two bad undisciplined ass kids?”
Josairah sat at the edge of the couch with her hand on her hip. “Bitch, what you trying to say?”
Key rolled her eyes. “Hoe, don’t be mad at me, cause I’m speaking my truth. Just look at Jhyshun’s bad ass, done tucked himself in these people’s entertainment center.”
They all glanced over at Jah and Josairah’s son, and he was indeed underneath the entertainment center, swinging his feet.
“Boy, get from under there!” Josairah shouted.
“I’m trying to hear the TV, mommy,” Jhyshun replied, while remaining on the bottom shelf of the entertainment center.
“Aww, he’s too cute, Josairah,” Rye cooed. “Leave him alone. Besides, I’m cool with him breaking shit. Fuck Jaylen.”
All three women laughed, while Corian continued to squirm. “Okay, girl, get your bad ass down,” Keyasia relented.
Corian happily ran over to her cousin Jhyshun.
“That girl is fucking gorgeous. I hope I have a little girl who looks just like her,” Rye admitted.
Josairah shook her head. “Well, your baby will probably be gorgeous too, but they won’t look like Corian. She looks more like Wale to me, eyes and all, and besides, I think you’re having a boy.”
“Why you say that?” Rye wanted to know.
“Cause girls do you dirty. You’re glowing and shit but look at me. My nose done spread and shit. Jhyshun had a bitch feeling fine.”
“Did the babies change the niggas?” Rye blurted the question out.
“Yeah,” both Key and Josairah answered simultaneously.
“How?”
“For the better,” Keyasia replied.
“Yeah, definitely,” Josairah agreed.
“So, yall never felt like a baby would make them lose interest?”
Keyasia and Josairah looked at each other, before bursting with laughter.
“Well, in my case, Corinthian wanted to knock my ass up, so he was happy when he did. Then once she was born, I fell deeper in love with him. He changed so much to be her daddy, including pulling back from the streets. That for him was hard as hell.”
“Yep.” Josairah nodded. “And with Jah it was different. You know, he was never in the streets, so that wasn’t an issue. Our biggest roadblock was us having him so young and his resistance to change. He was always a good daddy, but Auntie Raven wanted to baby him and take on his responsibilities. I mean, she still helps out a lot…hell, all of our parents help out, but now we try to do most things on our own. Having Jhyshun has definitely helped us to be more financially responsible, and he keeps Jah grounded. Knowing what he has at home, gets him to eventually call it quits out there, and carry his ass home. At least that what I think makes him come home.”
“Nah, bitch, it’s that super head,” Keyasia tittered, before tucking her lips into her mouth. “No, for real. Having a baby should be just one aspect of yall’s relationship, if you ask me. Sometimes I see chicks get so wrapped into their kids that they forget about being the person their man fell in love with. To me, it’s all about balance. That’s why I keep up with a schedule and Corian is sleep by ten, which works for us, because we keep late hours. All night we can play or whatever else. When we need a break there’s definitely plenty of resources, so a baby sitter is never an issue. So, for you and Jaylen, I feel that yall will be put to the test and it will reveal what’s meant for yall. That nigga does love running the streets more than your average cat, so I understand your concerns. I guess only will tell, though.”
“Hmph, I hear you. But after last night, I don’t know if we’ll make to the delivery. Cause I’m strongly considering taking my
ass back to my apartment,” Rye admitted.
Keyasia sucked her teeth. “Yeah, right. Your ass aint going nowhere.”
Just then, someone rang the doorbell.
“I got it, mommy, I got it,” Jhyshun offered, as he squirmed off the shelf.
“Boy, sit your butt down somewhere,” Josairah fussed, while Rye headed to the door.
Checking the surveillance, she spotted a white guy in some sort of uniform. “Uh huh?” she answered the door.
“Rye Harris?” the man questioned.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Okay, could you sign this for me?” he handed her a digital pad.
Rye arched a brow, as she signed the pad. The man then proceeded hand her two Louis Vuttion bags, two Versace bags, a small bag from Bulgari’s, and lastly a bouquet of tropical colored roses.
“Thank you,” Rye told the delivery guy, before struggling to close the door. She then ambled back over to the couch with her gifts in tow.
After sitting down, she sifted through the bags.
“That’s what’s I’m talking about,” Keyasia boasted. “Jaylen really knows how to kiss ass. That nigga went and snatched some of the highest bags in the store.”
“I see,” Rye mumbled, as she studied her red Louie bag. She’d seen it online and casually mentioned to Jaylen that she liked it.
“No, bitch this black and gold Versace bag is to die for!” Josairah exclaimed, as she lifted the bag.
Rye was overwhelmed with the gifts, but still hadn’t opened the bag from Bulgari’s. When she finally reached the bag, she came across a card first.
It read: I know you’re still mad at me and I don’t blame you. I’m a dickhead sometimes and that’s not fair to you. I’m still getting adjusted to considering another person when I do things. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. Seeing you cry really fucked me up, because it shouldn’t be this way. Especially over dumb shit. You don’t ask me for much and I promise to try my best to give you what you need. And right now, I feel you need to be reassured that I got you. What we got aint about materialistic shit, but I know what your ass likes. Gotta keep you straight out the shower fresh. And I’m cool with spending my money, because with you I’m blessed.?? Seriously though, I know I got bad timing, but I really love you. I figured that shit out after you kept farting in your sleep. LOL. I gotta love your stinky ass to tolerate that shit. Enjoy the necklaces.
She couldn’t help but smile, as she reached in and grabbed three separate boxes.
“Damn, bitch, you got three boxes,” Josairah pointed out.
“I see,” Rye muttered, as she opened the first box. Inside was a thin gold chain with Jaylen’s name customized in the links. She opened the other two boxes, and each had a different word; Loves and Rye.
“Aww, now, that’s cute,” Keyasia cooed. “Jaylen loves Rye.”
Josairah grinned. “Yeah, he did that.”
Before Rye could say anything, her cell was ringing. It was a facetime call from Jaylen. She was surprised to see him calling because he was meeting up with the singer Fantasia to put together a show at The House of Blues.
“Hey,” Rye greeted him as she answered the call.
“Hey, hold up,” Jaylen commanded, as he spoke into the camera.
“Hey, Rye,” Fantasia spoke in her squeaky voice, as her face came into view.
Rye gasped. “Hey, Fantasia, girl.”
Keyasia and Josairah looked at each other.
“Hey, girl. I have a message from Jaylen,” Fantasia began, before crooning. “Ryyyyye, Jaylen wants you to know that he’s soorrrry, yeah, yeah, yeah! And he, and he, he knows better now. I can tell he loves you-uuu by the way, by the way his eyes lights up when he says your name! Ryyyyyye,” she sang. “Forgive him girl,” her voice returned to its normal level.
Rye sat there, momentarily blown away. Eventually, she found her voice. “Oh my God, thank you for that, from the bottom of my heart.”
“No, problem,” Fantasia smiled. “Here’s Jaylen.” She handed the phone back to him.
“Bae,” Jaylen smiled. “You liked that shit?”
Rye happily nodded. “I did.”
“That’s what’s up. When I get home we gon grab a bite to eat and do whatever you want. Is you with that?”
She greedily rubbed her belly and licked her lips. “Oh, without a doubt.”
Keyasia elbowed Josairah. “And just like that, he’s out of the dog house.”
Chapter 27
“You’re being real friendly, right now,” Rye tittered, as she gazed down at Jaylen holding her hand.
He gripped the steering wheel of his Porsche. “I can just wanna hold your hand?”
“Nah, my nigga.” She shook her head.
He leaned over the console and kissed her lips. “Stop giving me a hard time.”
His cell ringing on the Bluetooth in the car captured their attention. Realizing that it was his mama, he answered. “What’s up, mama?”
“Where you at?” Chantel questioned.
“Headed to Ray-Ray’s, what’s up?”
“Oh, no, turn around.”
“Turn around? For what?”
“Cause we stopping over to Red’s first, and if we gotta go, then nigga, you gotta go too.”
Jaylen sucked his teeth. “Man---”
“Man, what?”
“Nothing, mama. I’m on my way.”
“Yeah, that’s I thought.” Chantel ended the call.
Rye shook her head, causing Jaylen to glance her way. “What you shaking your head for?”
“Yall weird to me.”
He frowned. “How?”
She tucked her lips into her mouth. “I mean, I’ve heard enough to pretty much understand what went on between Ray-Ray, Roz, and your grandma. It sounds like some sisterwives shit, honestly. I don’t know every detail, but I understand that he was dealing with them both for years. And to yall that was okay, because yall had grown up around it. I understand that, but I guess that I was expecting a little bias when it comes to blood. I love Roz, seriously. She makes me feel so welcomed, but damn. Like, I get Keyasia nem, cause they aint related to Red, but she’s your grandma. And it seems like yall left her the minute Ray-Ray did, or am I wrong?”
Jaylen licked his lips. “It’s more to the story, man, but I tell you what. Let’s revisit this conversation, after you meet her today. Alright?”
Rye nodded. “Okay, that’s fair.”
Thirty minutes later, they were pulling into Red’s driveway. At that point, Rye wasn’t surprised that Red lived in an affluent neighborhood and had an enormous home. Ray-Ray resided there for years, and she’d grown to expect nothing less from her father.
Rye knew that Jaylen was still buttering her up, as he helped her step out of the car. They then traveled to the door together.
“I’m glad my mama and daddy made it here first,” he grumbled, as he rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, the door popped open. “Oh, now ya funky ass come to see me huh?”
Jaylen cracked a smile, as he hugged her. “Hey, Granny Red.”
“Hey, baby.” Red patted his back, before they released one another. “And you must be Rye.”
Rye smiled, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Red shook her head. “Like wise, now yall come on in.”
Stepping into the house, Rye glanced around, honestly, expecting a little more to the décor. The furniture pieces were clearly expensive, but there’d been absolutely no effort put forth into making the house feel cozy. Random pictures were on the wall and none of the frames seemingly matched. Red was clearly old school, as her home reminded Rye of her grandmother’s, who lived out in the country.
Chantel was already on the couch, sipping from a Styrofoam cup. Undoubtedly, it was some liquor, as she couldn’t stop sipping. “Red, I see you, girl. You done got thick on us.”
Jaylen guided Rye over to the couch, and they sat next to Chantel.
Rye found herself stu
dying Red. Overall, she was attractive, but if she was compared to Roz…she’d come out on the losing end. Red favored a seasoned T-Boz from the group TLC, even wearing her hair similar to the singer. Red’s blonde asymmetrical bob with the black roots was sassy. She had a medium build, although Rye had heard stories of Red being slimmer. Her ass was plump, and her hips were sharp. She was a light-skin red bone with warm brown eyes, however it was evident that she’d been through some things, as her make-up did very little to conceal the bags underneath her eyes.
Early on, Jaylen had shared the fact that Red had been diagnosed with breast cancer and was now in remission. Therefore, Rye was astonished that Red appeared in great health. She wore skin tight jeans with an off the shoulders belly short, completely bringing the sexy.
“Yall want some of that food I cooked in there?” Red questioned, completely ignoring Chantel’s compliment.
Rye was about to say something, when Jaylen spoke up first. “Nah, that’s okay. We just ate,” he lied.
Red’s eyes wandered to Rye’s face. “What about you? You and that baby hungry?”
Rye smiled politely, as her stomach rumbled from hunger. “No, I’m good.”
Just then, Big Jaylen stepped out of the kitchen with a chicken leg in hand. “Say, mama, I don’t think this chicken is done.” He traveled over to Chantel, handing her leg. “You see that, baby? Aint this pink on the inside?”
“Nigga, stop it,” Red snapped. “If you don’t wanna eat it, then it don’t, but you gon stop playing with me.”
Rye tittered, thinking Red’s roughness was funny. She unquestionably had Roz beat in that department. Roz was more nurturing to her kids.
Big Jaylen waved his mama off. “Where Jalero at? I thought he was coming through too.”
Red pursed her lips. “I don’t know where his lil’ bullshit ass at. Probably over there at Jah and Raven’s. You know him and Tammy stay up their asses.”
“Oh,” was all Big Jaylen had to say in response.
“Yep,” Red slurred a tad, as she flopped down on her recliner, which used to be Ray-Ray’s favorite seat when he was still there. Grabbing her cup, she took huge gulps.
Big Jaylen narrowed his eyes. “Mama, what’s in that cup?”
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