Nobody Can Love You Like Them Roughnecks Do 4

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Will, please.” She started to cry, so I kissed her forehead.

  “I know it sounds scary as fuck to break up and not have each other because we’re used to it, but we’ll be aight, especially you.”

  Dionne didn’t respond, she just cried right into my chest, so I stopped talking to allow her to get it all out. She cried until she fell asleep, which took twenty minutes. I carried her to her bedroom, placed her under the covers, and then kissed her forehead before I bounced.

  Thinking about all the shit I’d said to Dionne, I texted Priscilla.

  Me: You busy?

  Priscilla: I will be. On my way to the dance studio.

  Me: Can I come through?

  Priscilla: I guess since I’ll be alone.

  Me: Aight.

  I pulled off, stopping by a flower shop I knew, and picked up some red roses. I ain’t buy a box like Belly usually did for Blaise, but I got something nice. I wasn’t sure how Priscilla would take them, so I didn’t want to roll up there with too much.

  Since I was near Rodeo at the moment, I parked to get a few things for her as well; some shoes from Fendi and a bag from Dior.

  By the time I got to the studio, the sun had gone down, so I parked next to Priscilla and hopped out with the gifts and my papers from the doctor that she requested.

  When I walked into the building and to the room she was in, I saw her stretching. She paused to look at me through the mirror then turned around to stand up.

  “For you.” I handed down the roses, along with the document.

  “Thanks.” She smiled, inhaling the scent of the flowers, which I was happy about. I ain’t know if she would be receptive. “This was sweet, Will. Thank you.”

  I stayed quiet as she surveyed the medical papers, before she nodded and handed them back to me.

  Pulling the bags from behind my back, I said, “A little something extra.”

  Her eyes kept darting from me to the bags and vice versa before she took them. We sat down together in the chairs up against the wall, and I watched her open everything.

  “Will, I can’t take this stuff.”

  “You don’t like it?”

  “I love it, but I have a boyfriend. How do you think he will feel knowing I’m wearing shoes or a bag you bought me?”

  “Don’t you still wear the shit Rafi got you?”

  “Yes. But that’s different; it was bought before Sly and I got together. This, however, is after, and I can’t.”

  “Don’t do this, Priscilla.”

  “Do what, Will?” She frowned.

  Leaning over, I started to kiss her, and when she put her hands on my chest to stop me, I moved them. That easily, she gave in, parting her lips and allowing our tongues to come in contact. I immediately started tugging at her tights, yanking them off and doing the same with her panties.

  We kept kissing as I laid her back, unbuckling my jeans as fast as I could so she wouldn’t change her mind. Hard as a brick, I pushed right inside, almost nutting on contact.

  “I love you, Priscilla.” I glided in and out of her, kissing her hungrily.

  “Mmm,” she whimpered, which sounded so damn good to me.

  Once I felt her come down my shaft, I sped up, running my fingers through her hair as we kissed. I’d been dreaming of this shit happening for weeks now, and the feeling of her tight wet walls, plus the sight of her pretty ass face, had me on edge.

  “Shit.” I grumbled, groping her thighs as I beat her pussy up. She released again, sending me over.

  A few more pumps, and I was nutting hard as hell.

  After kissing for a bit, I pulled out, and we both went to the bathroom to clean up.

  “I still have to practice.”

  “I wanna watch.”

  “Okay. This doesn’t mean Sly and I are broken up.” She folded her arms, staring up at me.

  “You will be soon though.” I moved closer before we started kissing again.

  It was only a matter of time.

  5

  Nichole

  Be careful what you wish for…

  “Hey.” Ian entered our bedroom just as I put some body butter on my feet.

  “Hi, baby. Why are you dressed up? I thought you were gonna stay in bed with me tonight.” I looked him up and down as I brought my feet onto our large bed.

  We’d recently moved into a big ass mansion, and so far, things had been great. He bought me all new furniture and everything. Ian also paid a lot of money to have the house together and ready very quickly. I think the baby’s nursery was my favorite room. It was so pink and perfect.

  “I know.” He walked over to me, leaning down to kiss my belly. “But I won’t be gone long.”

  “Ian, no. The doctor said I could go into labor at any minute. What if the baby comes tonight?”

  “It won’t come tonight, Nichole. My baby girl is gonna wait for me. And even if she does decide to come, I will be there. I told you I won’t be gone long. A few friends and I just wanna have drinks at this club. The latest I get here will be midnight.”

  I started to tear up, so I looked away, not wanting him to see.

  “Fine.”

  “Nichole.” He kissed my lips after turning me to face him. “Baby, I will be back before the night is over. Just relax, watch some TV, or…” He dug into his jeans pocket to remove his wallet. “Do some online shopping.” He handed me his black card.

  “Okay.” I nodded, feeling somewhat better about spending money.

  “Want me to call up my chef friend to come make you some food?”

  “Yes. Thank you, baby.”

  Ian smiled, kissing me again, before making the call to the cook. He stayed around until she arrived, and then he left, making sure to assure me that he’d be home by midnight at the latest.

  I dimmed the lights and watched a few things on Hulu, and by that time, my food was done.

  “Thank you, Leida.” I simpered at the plate on the tray she’d delivered to me.

  “You’re welcome, honey. I’m going to go, unless there is anything else you need.”

  “No, I’m okay. Thank you.”

  I took a picture of the plate of steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans, before posting it to my story. Having a chef was definitely a luxury I enjoyed.

  After devouring my food, I took everything to the kitchen then crawled in bed to shop some on my laptop. After spending just $35,000 on Barney’s department store website, I called it a night.

  Middle of the night… around 2 a.m.…

  “Mmm.” I woke up, feeling pain all over.

  I realized I was lying in wetness and sat up. Looking to my left, I noticed the bed was empty, and Ian’s ass hadn’t come home yet.

  Knowing I was in labor, I wobbled to the chair I had my labor clothes in, and slipped on the sweats. Since I was already in a big t-shirt, I put on a jacket, groaning in pain. Throwing the bag I’d packed for this night over my shoulder, I left the bedroom and took one hundred years to get down the stairs.

  I tried phoning Ian, but he didn’t answer any of the five calls, making me burst into tears. I never imagined having to drive myself to the hospital while in labor.

  I quickly texted my mom and sister since I was in too much pain to call, and then I went to get in my car to leave. It seemed like an hour had passed before I made it to the hospital. I cried the whole way, aching in pain, and worrying about my baby. I didn’t know how long ago my water had broken, and I’d had nightmares about my baby being inside too long.

  I parked my Range Rover then got out slowly, wanting to crawl up to the entrance. As I limped my way up, I heard my name being called, so I glanced back to see my mom and Isabella. Thank God.

  “Baby, where is Ian?” My mother helped me inside as Isabella got help.

  “I don’t know, Mama.” I whimpered, gripping my back because I felt horrible.

  My mother kissed my cheek while rubbing my back sympathetically. Thankfully, by the time we made it inside, they had a wheelchai
r for me and let me know my doctor had been called.

  “Did she drive herself?” Isabella asked my mother as they wheeled me to the elevator.

  “I believe so,” she replied.

  Tuning them out, I took deep breaths as we rode up and went to my room. The nurse helped me into a gown and then onto a bed.

  “Please, is there medicine I can have?” I begged the nurse.

  “No, honey. I thought we discussed you wouldn’t use it. I told you the complications it could cause in the future.” My mother spoke up.

  “Mama, no. I’m going to die if I don’t.” I cried. She put her chair next to my bed and took my hand to hold before kissing it.

  “No you won’t, baby. I promise. I won’t let you die. I love you too much. Okay?” She pecked my cheek. and I nodded, teary eyed.

  “Get my phone and call Ian again, Isabella.” I sniffled.

  Izzy got up to get my phone from my baby bag and began moving around on it before placing my phone to her ear. She shook her head to let me know there was no answer.

  “Is he out of the state?” My mama frowned.

  “No. He went, mmm, he went with his friends somewhere. He told me he’d be back by midnight.”

  “He’s probably with Jessica,” Izzy hissed.

  “Izzy! Apologize to your sister; how dare you say something so insensitive at a time like this!” My mom barked as Izzy plopped down into the chair with both my phone and hers.

  “Sorry, but she knows he is! How could he even go out this close to the baby’s birth? He doesn’t care about her!” Izzy fussed, starting to cry. She was so sensitive and annoying.

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Just call him again!” I hollered.

  “Izzy, I’m not going to tell you again to stop talking like that. Your sister is in pain. You need to be comforting her, not making her think bad things.”

  “Wow! Sorry I’m so late, Miss Carriage.” My doctor rushed in. She looked tired, so I knew she was just at home, most likely curled up in bed. “Let me check you, honey. How are you feeling?”

  “Horrible.” I whined as she helped me onto my back.

  The doctor looked me over and then stood up straight.

  “Okay. It’s time to deliver the baby, Nichole. This was pretty quick. When did you go into labor?”

  “I don’t know. I woke up and my bed was wet. But we can’t right now because my fiancé isn’t here yet.”

  Checking her watch, she responded, “Honey, I know you want him here, but your baby girl is ready. We don’t want to hold her up.”

  “No, please.” I sobbed, shaking my head.

  “Sweetheart, you have to.” My mom rubbed my hair back as I broke down.

  This was nothing like what I’d prayed for all my life. I wanted to meet a rich and famous man, fall in love, get married, and have children. Never did I think I would be laid up in the hospital about to give birth, with the father not even being on his way, let alone possibly cheating on me. I was so focused on begging God for a man that would buy me any bag or watch I wanted, instead of for a man that loved me.

  I couldn’t even talk because I was crying so damn hard, but I felt the bed I was in being wheeled out. I heard my mom asking the doctor questions, and before I knew it, I was in the delivery room. About five minutes later, I was being coached to push, with my mom dressed up right next to me and holding my hand.

  “I can’t.” I cried after the first push.

  “Yes you can, Nichole. I see her head already. You’re doing great.” The doctor cheered me on.

  “Don’t you want to meet her?” my mom inquired, and that helped me. I did want to meet her. I’d been dreaming of her cute little face for a while now and would do anything to see her.

  Clenching my teeth and squeezing the life out of my mother’s hand, I pushed until I heard a piercing cry. Opening my eyes, I spotted my daughter hollering loudly from her small body. My mom cut the umbilical cord, and they brought my baby over to me. My mouth was still open as I looked down into her tiny face with her eyes shut tightly. She was so cute and perfect.

  I never thought I could care about anyone more than myself, but that quickly, I already did. Iliana Bradshaw would be the only person I put above myself.

  A few minutes later, they took Iliana, to my dismay, to clean her off. While doing so, they did the same to me, and by the time they were finished, a nurse brought her back in via a clear crib.

  “I want her now,” I let the nurse know. Carefully, she took my baby from her crib and handed her off to me, all clean and fresh. They then took us both back to our room, helping me into the fresh bed.

  “She’s so pretty.” Isabella moved closer to us.

  “She is.” I couldn’t stop looking at her small face. I was someone’s mother.

  Over the next couple of hours, I spent time with my baby, breastfeeding and cuddling her, until I was tired.

  They kept trying to get in contact with Ian, but he wasn’t answering, which had me worried. He usually would have called back by now, but he hadn’t even sent so much as a text.

  I let my mom place Iliana in the crib, then said bye to both her and Isabella before falling asleep…

  My ringing phone woke me up, and I saw it was Will, so he must’ve gotten my text.

  “Hello?” I answered groggily.

  “I’m here at the hospital.”

  “Wow, you really came?”

  “Yeah. Why the fuck wouldn’t I? You texted me saying you had the baby and I could get a DNA test.”

  “I know that, Will, but she’s not yours. I told you that, so I didn’t expect you to actually come. You could’ve saved gas and time by just listening to me.”

  Times like these made me wish I’d gone through with the actual restraining order instead of just the temporary. Because I knew if I didn’t call Will to do this now, he’d hunt me down.

  “Well, I’m here. What room?”

  “Room 406.”

  “Okay.”

  Will got to my room about ten minutes after we hung up, so I buzzed for the nurse to come in. I wanted this shit to be quick so he could leave.

  “Is everything alright, Miss Carriage?” The nurse entered.

  “Yes, my ex here just wants a DNA test to be sure he’s not Iliana’s father.”

  “Okay, sure.”

  I tried to stay up to pay attention, but I was dead tired and eventually passed back out.

  “Nichole.” I felt someone shaking me, and for a minute, I forgot where I was. Allowing my eyes to flutter open, I spotted the nurse from earlier, with Will standing behind her.

  “What time is it?”

  “It’s about 4 . m.,” the nurse replied. “How are you feeling? Thirsty?”

  My baby was born at 3:30 a.m., and her father still hadn’t showed up to the hospital.

  “Yes.”

  “You were right.” Will waved a paper in his hand that I assumed was the DNA test.

  “I told your ass. Now you can go.”

  The nurse chuckled, pouring me some water before leaving. I took a big gulp of it, keeping my eyes on Will since he was coming closer.

  “Where is he?”

  “He went to get me some food,” I lied. “You should go before he comes back.”

  Will nodded then went to look at my daughter for a second before leaving the room.

  I tried calling Ian again, but eventually gave up.

  About two hours had passed of me watching TV and feeding Iliana again, before I heard someone enter. I stretched my neck to see, and in walked Ian with a bouquet of roses and a small black bag from Chanel. He looked nice in a regular t-shirt, sweats, socks, and slides. I could already smell his cologne, which I loved, as he walked his tall ass closer.

  I didn’t acknowledge him; I just looked back down at my baby as she slept soundlessly in my arms.

  “Baby—”

  “Do you wanna hold her?” I cut him off. “If so, go wash your hands.”

  “Yeah.” Aft
er putting the bags down, he used the sink in the room then sat in the chair next to my bed. I then handed her over. “She’s beautiful, but I knew she would be.” He smiled softly down at her.

  I attempted to be chill, but tears rolled down my cheeks anyway as I stared up at the TV. I was elated about the birth of my baby but feeling dead inside.

  After a while of holding, kissing, and cooing at Iliana, Ian placed her in the clear crib by the white board with her name on it. He stared at it for a moments then came back to sit by me.

  “Don’t touch me.” I snatched my hand when he placed his on top.

  “Baby, we went out and I got too drunk, so Alex had to drive. I just stayed the night over his house.”

  “It’s almost 7 p.m., Ian. Try again.”

  “I woke up around 3 p.m., then I went home to see you and shower. When I got out the shower and my phone had some battery power, I saw your calls and texts.”

  “Whatever. I don’t care.” I kept my eyes on the TV, wishing the tears would stop flowing.

  “Nichole.” He took my hand again. “Baby, I swear to God I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna miss this. I got these for you.” He handed me the roses, but I ignored them, so he put them on the table. “Open this one.” He put the small Chanel bag on my lap.

  “I don’t want it.”

  “Nichole, open it, baby. It’s one of your push gifts.” He stood up a little to kiss my lips. I burst into tears, so he palmed the sides of my face to continue kissing me. “I’m sorry.”

  “You used to make me so happy, Ian.” I sobbed hysterically.

  “I’m gonna fix it, baby. Watch. From this day forward, shit is gonna be different. Just the three of us, and no bullshit. I love you. You forgive me?” He pressed his lips to mine passionately. “Huh?”

  “Yes.”

  He kissed me again then made me open the gift from Chanel. I saw it was a beautiful diamond necklace that I was sure only people with royal blood wore.

  “You like it? Cost me thirty racks, but anything for you. Plus, yo’ man got a 120-million-dollar contract, so it was nothing at the end of the day.”

  I chuckled subtly, rubbing my fingers across it.