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Miami’s rec center was right smack dab in the middle of the hood, and since I was coming from his house, which was far from the hood, it took me about forty minutes to get to where he was. He drove his truck today, which was parked in the reserved parking spot, and I found an empty spot right next to him and parked there.
Like always, it sounded like a damn club from the loud, rap music that was blasting through the speakers. There were maybe fifteen to twenty rings in there, and each one of them was occupied. Miami taught a teenage class in the mornings on the weekends. The boys loved him, and they looked up to him something crazy. There were all types of people in there from little boys, to younger boys, teenagers, guys who looked to be in their middle twenties and thirties, and even a few older guys. Coming here and seeing all of Miami’s hard work always made me so happy for my man. I loved everything about the way he gave back to the hood.
Miami was a millionaire; therefore, he didn’t have to do any of this. We’re talking about a man who was willingly coming back to the hood and feeding these young boys all the knowledge and skills that they would need when it came to boxing, so that one day they could potentially follow the same path as Miami.
I scanned the large room and spotted him from the back. His shirt was off, so how could I not recognize that back? I just had my legs wrapped around his waist early this morning, and my fingernails were just digging in his sexy, muscular back late last night. Like a woman who knew she was lucky, I smiled as I made my way over to him. He didn’t see me yet, but his student did. He pointed his head in my direction, basically telling Miami that I was standing behind him. It was no secret that I was his woman.
Miami turned around with sweat dripping down his body, and just seeing him in work mode had me falling in love with him all over again. The sweat on his abs literally looked like someone had rubbed his body down with baby oil. He had a hand towel wrapped around his neck, and his gym shorts were down, making his dick print so obvious. I just wanted to bite him.
When he saw me, he smirked and then leaned on the railing of the ring. He puckered his lips, basically telling me to come and give him a kiss. I went ahead and did just that. I kissed him like we were the only two in the room. I didn’t care who was looking. When we broke away from the kiss, he looked down at me for a few seconds. I bet he was trying to figure out why I’d popped up on him.
“Who’s watching Maya while your fine ass is parlaying in the streets?” he asked right before he used the hand towel to wipe the sweat off his face.
“My grandma popped up at the house a few minutes after you left this morning, so she’s watching her. Come down. I want to tell you something in your office,” I let him know.
He gave me a puzzled look right before he jumped out of the ring and stood in front of me, towering over my body.
“Your grandma saw Maya? What did she say?” he questioned.
“In the beginning, she thought I was crazy, but after I explained my peace, I pretty much won her over. We’re fine. I think we’re going to have to make a quick trip to Atlanta, though. I think Maya just wants to know that her mama is alright. I kind of feel like we’re allowing her to suffer by not allowing her to see Krystal, you know?” I said.
“I was checking Instagram this morning, and one of the niggas that I used to box with was in Magic City last night. This the type of nigga who posts his every move. Krystal was in there dancing. She goes by Temptation. I’m on the same shit you on, shorty. If we gotta pop up on her ass there, we can do that. They didn’t spare you when they dropped lil mama off at your job, so why spare her ass? It probably ain’t the right thing to do to let Maya see her mama under those circumstances, but we don’t have to get out. We can wait for her in the parking lot,” Miami suggested.
“What if she’s not dancing tonight?” I quizzed.
“Oh, she dancing tonight, shorty. It’s the weekend. All the ballers go out to the booty clubs on the weekend,” he said, and I rolled my eyes at him.
“Well, just as long as your ass ain’t going to no booty club,” I told him.
Miami walked closer and wrapped his arms around me. He loved on me, kissing me all over my face and making me laugh.
“I got the whole booty club living at home with me. I don’t need to go out and pay for bitches to dance for me when I get that shit at home on a daily basis for free,” he said, still kissing me. “What did you have to tell me in my office? Let me find out you came all the way down here to fuck me,” he said, and I pushed him off.
Instead of being dramatic and prolonging it any more than I needed to, I just reached in the purse that I had wrapped around my body and passed two pregnancy sticks to him. Both indicated a positive result. I never in a million fuckin’ years thought that I would have children again. For so long, I just always felt like Vonte was enough. I loved Vonte so much that I didn’t believe I could have enough love in my heart to give to another child. That theory was so wrong because this morning, after Miami left, I took the test that I’d had hidden in the back of the closet for the past couple of weeks.
Just like Miami, I had suspicions that I’d been pregnant all along, but he was right about me wanting to be in denial about it. The weird combinations of food that I’d been eating lately, the constant fatigue and nausea, mixed with my mood swings were all signs that I did so well at ignoring. I had none of those signs when I was pregnant with Vonte. At thirteen years old, I just knew something was wrong with my body. Because I felt like the timing was right—I was in love, I was happy, and I was much older to actually be able to financially and physically care for a baby—I was ready.
I talked all around having a baby a few months ago, really because of all the shit that was going down with Miami, Trip, and Dino. I feared having a baby by Miami, especially when there was beef. Things had calmed down, and I felt like I shouldn’t allow another man to put fear in my heart, so I was ready for this.
Miami saw the test, and I couldn’t even express the look that was on his face. I could just feel his love, joy, and happiness.
“I’m about to be a daddy again, y’all,” he yelled to everyone in the damn gym as he pulled me into him.
Everyone started clapping, hollering, and hooting for him. My emotional ass started crying because his happiness made me happy. That, and the fact that for the first time in a long time, I was happy. For the first time since Vonte had been gone, I was able to be so happy to the point that all I could do was cry. I kept thinking about the fact that if I had been stupid enough to keep whatever it was going that me and Trip had going on, I would have deprived myself of all this. I wouldn’t be in love like this. I wouldn’t have a man holding onto me now that showed me every day that he loved me more than he loved himself.
Just a year ago, I was ready to ride this whole bid out with Trip. I was ready to say fuck my happiness and mentally lock myself up with Trip. I was ready to be that “down girl” and stay by his side because I thought that’s what love was. Ladies, we have to put our happiness first and tell ourselves that it’s okay to be selfish sometimes when it comes to us. On top of that, we have to question whether or not these niggas would do the same thing as us if the shoe was on the other foot. If we were forced to serve a life sentence, would they hold us down the same way they expected us to hold them down?
“God, give me a boy. Please give me a boy. I’m living with too much fuckin’ estrogen in the damn house. We need more testosterone,” Miami voiced, as he held onto me.
“What? Baby, I want a daughter. We got to have a daughter,” I said, looking at him like he was crazy.
I mean, yes, I knew that Miami wanted a son, but I think I wanted a daughter more than anything.
“And we not about to wait no twenty weeks to find out either. We going to find out at like ten weeks. I’ll pay whatever for them to tell me as soon as they can that you’re pregnant with my son. Toddrick Junior. Don’t that shit already got a kick to it? Mannn, I gotta tell my ole boy this shit. I was just on the phone with him yesterday, telling him that I think I had a baby on the way. Thank you, shorty. This is the best gift that you could have ever given me,” he said and kissed me one last time on the lips.
3:30 A.M
“What the hell is taking her so long? The club closed thirty minutes ago. I’m tired as hell, Miami,” I whined.
