by Ivy Symone
As her breathing continued to labor, a slight smile formed on her lips. It was almost as if she felt it beginning in that moment, but she was sure she was conceiving already.
Once she felt him loosen his grip and his groans quieted, she hopped off of him. The hot creamy lava oozed out of her and she was amazed that more was still spilling out of him. As they both calmed their breathing, they kept their gazes on one another. She wondered if he was even concerned that she could get pregnant.
For a brief second of clarity in all of this, she looked at him and asked, “You’re not worried that I can get pregnant?”
He shook his head without care. “It didn’t cross my mind. But my bad. Shit, your pussy shouldn’t be so damn good. Hell, I nutted in you ‘bout four, five times.”
“What?” She was shocked. “Are you serious?”
He looked at her seriously. “You must not be on any birth control?”
“No, I’m not,” she said. She grabbed her leggings and began to work them on. She could still feel the wetness of their fucking oozing down in between her legs.
“You leaving?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said quietly.
“Don’t go yet,” he said, a helpless yearning in his tone.
Nola softened at the sound of the plea in his voice. He stood up and Nola couldn’t help but stare at his body. And why was his dick hard as hell again?
“I wanna go a couple of more rounds before I let you loose,” he told her. He closed in the space between them. His dick pressed into her center causing her to ache for more.
He kissed her parting her lips with his, beckoning her tongue with his own. He broke away from the kiss to nip at her ears and neck. He whispered to her, “Let’s go in my room. I’m still hungry and I need you to feed me this pussy and all this ass.”
Chapter 2
I f someone had told Nola that that one encounter was going to be their only encounter, she would have laughed at them. She just knew after that night; he was going to be in her face as often as he could be.
But he wasn’t. That one encounter was it. It was like he woke up the next day and had an epiphany. She felt stupid. And it had been a while since she felt swerved on by a man. That didn’t happen to her. They usually were trying to tear down her door to get more of her. Not Bebe.
She tried giving him eye contact when they would be outside at the same time, but he would avoid looking at her. She would say a courteous “hey” to acknowledge him and he would return it ever so dryly. Then there were the times Shadow would run up in her house, or Kennedi and BJ bombarded their ways in talking non-stop. Bebe would knock on the door to retrieve his little ones and his dog. She would try to strike up a conversation then, but he gave her little words.
Nola finally accepted it and sympathized with him. Fucking her was something impulsive and he had been drinking. He regretted it no matter how good it had been. The way he ate her pussy and ass was probably what he regretted the most. But shit, it was sweet just like he said it was. Hell, he knew it, but for whatever his reasons were, he didn’t want any more.
School had started for the kids. This was when Nola noticed one of the ladies that she seen visiting him, was moving in. Her and two boys that looked to be in junior high.
Without seeming so thirsty, she finally asked Marshawn who the lady was since him and Bebe had become buddies. Marshawn went ahead and broke it down for her. The lady that moved in was Bebe’s twin sister. The light skinned glammed up whiny voice one was BJ’s mother. The one short brown-skinned girl was Bebe’s younger sister Deja and the light bright that usually accompanied her was her best friend Cyn. From what Marshawn gathered, Bebe and Cyn had a special relationship. And the older lady that came through, every so often, was his mother.
That explained it. He had a woman. Nola would respect that. Shit, people fucked up sometimes. No need to cause problems between him and his lady over some meaningless sex. But five weeks later, what she felt happened that night really happened. Nola tested positive for pregnancy and she never bothered to inform Bebe. Not because she wasn’t sure he was the father. Bebe definitely was the father, but this pregnancy was something she wanted and didn’t mind doing by herself. It may have been a selfish decision, but she didn’t want to bother Bebe any more than she had to. He already made it clear that he really didn’t want to be with her. She could only imagine how his attitude would be toward a baby.
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Nine months later…
Bebe knew how he handled things was some childish shit. He can admit that. But how he felt, he couldn’t come up with a better way.
Following Miki’s death, there were times he had really bad days. It took a minute to realize he wasn’t being fair to BJ and Kennedi. They still needed their father. He was the only parent Kennedi had, and he was the only responsible parent BJ had. If he didn’t want to live for himself, he knew he must live for them.
But with each passing day, things seemed to improve. He wanted to be happy again, but it felt wrong to be happy without Miki. Being happy meant moving on. He wasn’t ready to do that. So, he cut Nola off before it had a chance to go anywhere. But this was the thing, if she had been any other woman, he would have ended things face to face. With Nola, she didn’t make it that easy for him. It wasn’t that she knowingly made things awkward for him, but he couldn’t even tell her that.
Nola was lethal. She was like Medusa. Naturally, she was seductive and had a way about her that lured men in, losing themselves in her presence.
He couldn’t go near her without his dick getting hard. He couldn’t even walk outside while she was outside and catch her scent breezing by. And then stupid ass Shadow didn’t make it any easier. He kept running up in her house. He wanted to kick Shadow’s ass, more so out of anger and frustration because unlike himself, Shadow wasn’t afraid to go around Nola. And just like Bebe, Shadow connected with Nola’s scent. Shadow went crazy over Nola. The funny thing was Marshawn told Bebe, that Shadow would run in the house and go straight for Nola’s dirty clothes and just lay there. He had even brought a pair of her panties back over to the house. He also brought an egg-shaped crystal object from her house.
No matter how hard he tried to clear his mind of Nola, she kept popping back in his head. Her sex had him wide open, but he had to shut it down. Damn, he should have waited at least until after ten more encounters with her. The control she had over her soaking wet pussy was unbelievable. Ain’t no woman ever fucked him so good. No other pussy felt that good. And it made him feel so guilty. Miki was the love of his life, but here he was fiending for Nola’s hotbox. And then there was her smell. Yes, that scent made him eat the hell out of her pussy that night. Had her running away from both tongue and dick.
After Miki, he didn’t want to be gone over another woman. It was why he limited most of his time to women he already knew. As much as she got on his nerves, he would fuck around with Stefani here and there. Cyn would come through, but she wanted more. Bebe wasn’t offering himself like that. And if he was ready to do that, it wouldn’t be with Cyn, Stefani, or Nola.
Bebe saw Marshawn carrying an overnight bag to his car. Normally, that wouldn’t seem strange, but since it was a woman’s overnight bag, it made him ask, “Where’s Nola?”
As he tossed the bag into the car, Marshawn said, “Danette took her to the hospital earlier, her water broke.”
Bebe’s heart thumped in his chest hard, then it began to race. As calm as he could, he asked, “Is she in labor?”
“Yeah. She asked me to bring this bag up to the hospital.”
Maintaining his distance, Bebe had noticed the progression of Nola’s pregnancy. If he didn’t notice, Kennedi was going to make sure he knew it. Kennedi spent quite a bit of time in the Michaels home. She would return home filling him in on the things she and Nola talked about and done. Sometimes she would return adorned with homemade jewelry and other little trinkets.
All this time, watching Nola, Bebe felt like the baby s
he was carrying was his. He never asked, but she never told him either. For him, that was strange that a woman wouldn’t try to throw that in his face as quick as possible, unless she knew without a doubt that he wasn’t the father. So, he left it alone…or so he thought. Now he found himself getting back in his truck.
Rolling down his window, he asked, “What hospital and what room?”
Marshawn’s lips spread into a grin. “You going up there?”
“I got to,” was all that Bebe responded. After getting the info just in case he got there before or after Marshawn, Bebe backed out of his driveway and headed to Centennial Women’s Hospital. On his way, he made a phone call to make arrangements for Kennedi and BJ.
Since they arrived at the same time, Bebe followed Marshawn to the labor and delivery floor. As they rode in the elevator, Marshawn kept grinning at him as if he knew something.
“Just tell me if she’s saying it’s mine,” Bebe blurted out.
“I ain’t saying nothing,” Marshawn said through a chuckle.
“I know you know.”
“Ya’ll need to talk about that,” was Marshawn’s final answer.
Bebe liked Marshawn. The two of them had gotten pretty close and hung out often. They could talk about everything, except Nola. Bebe avoided even speaking her name. If Marshawn started talking about Nola, Bebe would shut down automatically. After a while, Marshawn avoided bringing her up as well.
Bebe allowed Marshawn to walk ahead of him. He was nervous, hopeful, scared and excited. If Nola’s baby was indeed his, he wasn’t sure what would happen between them. He knew he would have to be open to communication if he planned to be a part of his child’s life.
When they got to the room, Bebe suddenly became hesitant. Marshawn sensed his uneasiness. Before pushing the door open, he said, “You’re here now. You might as well come in here.”
Marshawn was right. He had to know. Walking in behind Marshawn, he could hear Nola’s groans of discomfort before he saw her. The older man in the room caught him off guard. He stared at Bebe with the same questioning eyes possessing a familiar resemblance to those of Marshawn’s. He knew right away that the older man was Mr. Michaels. He recognized Nola’s two girlfriends, Danette and Eva. But the woman at Nola’s bedside, whispering to her and rubbing her soothingly, he wasn’t familiar with. Nor was he familiar with the guy on the other side of Nola. He looked at Bebe sizing him up. As mentioned, Bebe was slowly becoming his old self, and if dude knew what was good, he would keep his eyeballs to himself.
Nola’s back was to Bebe, so she wasn’t even aware that he was in the room.
“I brought your stuff,” Marshawn told her.
“Okay,” she groaned.
Marshawn went ahead and formally introduced everyone to Bebe and Bebe to them. The older man, Mr. Michaels, asked that Bebe call him Jerry. The older woman who could pass for Nola’s older sister was actually her grandmother, Joyce. What was the odds of that? Bebe’s mother’s name was Joyce.
It amazed Bebe that the woman was her grandmother and not her mother. Considering how youthful Joyce looked, Bebe assumed it was just a genetics thing. It was safe to say that Nola definitely got it from her granny. The two women shared the same build except Joyce was a little thicker up top.
Everyone seemed to receive Bebe well except the guy, who would later be known as Dorian. It was obvious he didn’t like Bebe being there. He became territorial, rubbing on Nola’s back letting Bebe know she was taken care of. If Nola had Dorian up at the hospital, then maybe she knew who the father was, and he had come up there looking like a fool.
With her back still to him, Nola said, “You ain’t said shit to me all this time, but now you wanna bring your ass up here. Marshawn, who told you to tell him any goddamn thing?”
“I didn’t tell him—”
She cut Marshawn off. “Oh, shut up!”
Danette and Eva sniggled.
“Bebe, who told you to come up here?” Nola asked.
“I came because—”
She interrupted him too as she groaned through a contraction. “Just shut the fuck up!”
Jerry shook his head with a chuckle.
Joyce said, “Baby, I understand you’re in discomfort but you—”
“Just hush Nana! Please,” she mumbled.
Danette said, “You’re the one that wanted to be She-Ra and go epidural free.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up!” Nola spat. The pain made Nola not the most pleasant person to be around.
Bebe was tempted to leave but Marshawn asked him to be a little bit more patient. So Bebe remained quiet off in the cut.
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Instead of Dorian, she wished it were Bebe rubbing her back, but he had left. She disguised the tears she shed as the result of her painful contractions. She wanted him to want her. He could give two shits about her, but she was in love with him in a crushing from a distance type of way. She knew he had only shown up because of the baby. He was a single father raising both a girl and a boy, so she already knew he prided himself in his parental responsibilities. She was sure her child wouldn’t be treated any different.
Before he left, Bebe had stayed back while everyone else poked, prodded, massaged, and rubbed her. She saw him and her daddy exchanging friendly conversation which she appreciated. That meant her daddy felt good about Bebe. Then he left. Just like that.
When Nola decided she couldn’t take any more pain, she asked the nurse for an epidural. They told her it was too late. The pain wouldn’t allow her to show her displeased disposition. She wanted to choke every damn nurse that came in her room. She almost kicked one while she was checking her cervix.
Finally, Dr. Bradshaw showed up. He checked her cervix the one time and told her to give him a big push. With Dorian on one side and her grandmother on the other side, Danette and Eva behind her grandmother, and her daddy hanging further back, Nola pushed with all her might.
Marshawn slipped out of the room and the next thing she knew, Bebe was back in the room. She thought he had left the hospital completely. She was elated that he was still there. He stood back behind Dr. Bradshaw with a good view of her twat. She knew he wasn’t thinking about pussy though. All he wanted was to witness his child come into this world.
After seven long excruciating minutes of pushing, a baby boy arrived. She was just as surprised as everyone else because she purposely didn’t want to know the sex of the baby. She cried tears of joy when Dr. Bradshaw laid him on her bosom and his tiny cry filled the room. She was already in love with her little king.
While Dorian was concerned with her wellbeing, Bebe’s attention was all on the baby as the neonatal nurses tended to him. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he studied the baby intensely; that was until Dr. Bradshaw pressed on her uterus to get all the afterbirth out.
“Goddamit! That shit hurt!” Nola yelled. She was ready to punch Dr. Bradshaw. He knew it too and that’s why he leaned back.
“Nola,” Joyce scolded.
Danette and Eva continued to laugh at Nola.
“So, are you still gonna name him Mikael?” Danette asked once Nola was able to relax.
“Yeah,” Nola said.
Bebe’s head whipped in her direction. “What?”
“What what?” Nola asked.
“What are you naming him?”
She answered innocently, “Mikael.”
Bebe’s eyes darkened. He said, “Don’t name him that.”
“Why not?” she questioned.
“Because I’m asking you not to.”
“You can’t ask me not to name him that. I had this name already picked out if I had a boy,” she argued.
“Well find something else,” he told her.
“I’m not.” She was firm in her answer. “As far as I’m concern you ain’t got shit to say about what I name him. You hadn’t been involved in any decision making all this time, so I don’t need you now.”
“You right. I hadn’t been, but you didn’t go ou
t of your way to even let me know you were pregnant.”
“Nigga, you wouldn’t even talk to me!” she yelled angrily. Now everyone was ping-ponging between the two.
Danette lowered her voice, “Nola, don’t be acting like this with all these white folks.”
“Fuck that,” she spat. She didn’t know who Bebe thought he was fucking with, but she wasn’t the one.
One of the nurses asked quietly, “Do we need to call security?”
“Security?” Nola asked insulted. She glowered at Bebe. “We don’t need security. He bout to go.”
Bebe was seething. He cut his eyes at Nola. “Don’t even know why I came up here any goddamn way.”
In disbelief, she watched him storm out of the room. Even more shocking, she watched Marshawn go after him as if she wasn’t his sister and he should be concerned with how Bebe talked to her.
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Marshawn didn’t return until the following day. He tried to call her, but she ignored him. She was mad at his disloyal ass. Tara, Danette, grandmother, and daddy had already visited for the day. Dorian stayed there with her, but she sent him off to get her some Taco Bell. The hospital food wasn’t doing anything for her.
She immediately lashed out at Marshawn when he made his appearance. “How you gonna go after him and he talked to me all crazy?”
Marshawn dismissed his sister’s anger. He sat down in the rocking chair next to her bed. He said, “I just wanted to make sure he was thinking clear before he got in his truck. There’s a reason he didn’t want you to name the baby Mikael, but I know why you chose that name. Maybe if you explain to him why then maybe…he might be understanding.”
“Why I gotta convince him to be understanding of my decision? He wouldn’t even talk to me for a whole fucking nine months, Marshawn.”
“Look, I know how stupid you can get, but I also know how warm-hearted you are too. He asked me not to even say anything, but I feel like you should know so you can try to come up with something else that you both can agree with.”
