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I knew that they planned to do a walk through pretty soon, so before I turned my phone off and hid it under the mattress, I checked Instagram from the fake profile that I had to spy on Jashae. I hated that I had to go to these fuckin’ lengths just to see about her ass, but I was forced to do it because she wouldn’t pick up the phone. Even when I called her collect from the prison phone, she still wouldn’t answer. I missed the fuck out of her. I missed her coming down here to see me, her kisses, her smile, all that shit.
I hadn’t gotten mail from her in months with pictures or letters of her. I noticed that she’d posted a new picture five hours ago. The picture turned my fuckin’ stomach. It was a picture of Miami laid up between her legs, with his head resting damn near right on her pussy, and her hands were playing around in his hair. I never thought I would see the day when my bitch moved on. Moved on to an ex homie at that.
Let me have fucked one of her home girls, and I would have been the dirtiest nigga in the world. I wanted to comment some crazy ass shit under the caption, but I knew that she would know that it was me who posted it, so I didn’t do it. I’d try calling her again tomorrow because I knew for a fact that if I downloaded one of the fake phone number apps, she wouldn’t answer. Plus, I didn’t want Miami to answer the phone and I get into a fuckin’ hollering match with his ass. I couldn’t stand his bitch ass!
Jabari Brooks
“Where you going?” Mahogany asked, sitting up in the bed.
It was almost ten in the morning, and I was getting dressed to go and check on my store. I’d been up since seven. I actually just got back about an hour ago from my morning run. I’d showered and everything, and I purposely made a lot of noise in the bathroom so that Mahogany could get the hint and join me in the shower, but her ass never came. Now, she wanted to wake up, when I was damn near fully dressed and on my way out the door.
I watched my wife lay there for a few minutes, and I knew she wasn’t at her happiest. It had been almost a month since that shit happened between her and Shae at Jahir’s house. Two people who had been in each other’s lives for the past twenty-five years, who didn’t go a day without talking on the phone with each other, had now ended a friendship. Well, they felt like they’d ended a friendship. Me, personally, I felt like all they needed to do was go to a fuckin’ spa, drink some fuckin’ sparkling water out of a champagne glass and pretend that it was wine, since neither of their pregnant asses could drink, and just kiss and make the fuck up.
I swear I was even trying to downplay the whole situation and make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, but to me, the beef shouldn’t have to be between my wife and Shae. That shit fully needed to be on Jahir’s ass because he was the one who did all that fuckin’ lying. All that animosity and shit that they were directing toward each other needed to be fully reloaded on his ass.
Since the two of them were beefing, I had to step up and be the best friend to Mahogany. Not that I didn’t want to be best friends with my wife, but fuckkkk, a nigga needed a break. Yesterday, she had me sitting in a fuckin’ nail salon with her for damn near two fuckin’ hours, and prior to that, we went to have brunch. What the fuck is brunch anyway? I didn’t do no shit like that. I throw a a Garcia sausage in the oven, put it between some Nature’s Own bread, and I call it a fuckin’ day. Plus, I was tired of pretending to be interested in her boring ass work drama.
She came home every day, telling me new stories about who was sleeping with who at her job, and I had to sit there and pretend that I was interested. When she and Shae were cool, all that story time went to Shae’s ass. I was trying to force her damn near every day to call Shae, so they could make up, but she wasn’t listening. Two stubborn ass bitches who knew they were missing the fuck out of each other but just didn’t want to be the one to make the first move.
Granted, Mahogany had every right to be mad, and she was entitled to her feelings, but damn. Hell, even I was shocked behind that shit. Out of all the people who could have been her daddy, it ended up being Jahir. This was the type of ghetto ass shit that you saw in a Tyler Perry movie. It was crazy, though, because if you watched Mahogany and Jashae’s relationship, I think anyone would say that they just clicked like blood sisters. I would have never in my life thought that, though, because while Jashae looked like Jahir, Mahogany didn’t look shit like his ass. That woman was the spitting image of her mother.
Speaking of her mother, I still didn’t know yet if it was a good thing that I’d reached out and had her come down to the beach where we’d gotten married. I didn’t know because, on one hand, I’d opened up a can of worms, but then on the other hand, at least I got the two of them to face each other after so many years had gone by without the two of them being in any type of relationship.
Hitting up my wife’s mother wasn’t even to be malicious. I knew my woman, and I knew that she craved to have her mother in her life. It was little shit that she would say during the day that led me to believe that she was missing her ole girl in her life, but just like me, Mahogany was stubborn as fuck and would have probably never in her life admitted that shit.
“To check on the store. She kicking your ass in there, ain’t it?” I asked, pointing down to her stomach.
I could tell from the way her stomach was moving that our daughter was in there kicking. Mahogany was showing in full effect now, and I loved that shit. I didn’t think I could be more in love with her, but man, when she got pregnant, and I started watching all the natural changes that were taking place with her body, it made me fall even more in love. All she wore was a sports bra and some boy shorts, so I saw everything. I saw her breasts that were fuller and the perfect, round stomach, that I loved to lay up under her and kiss every chance that I got. Although she was sitting, she had more ass now and a nigga loved that extra shit to hold onto. All things that didn’t make her more beautiful because she was perfect to me before; it just enhanced it.
“Yes. That’s what woke me up. Lay down with me. Why you can’t get somebody else to go and check on the store?” she asked and patted the empty spot next to her, but I wasn’t about to fall for that shit.
She’d have me in this bitch watching the Lifetime Movie Network, just like she had me last night.
“Nah, shorty. I got shit to do. You need to call your girl, with your stubborn, funny acting ass. You miss her. That’s why you keep trying to get me to do the shit that you used to do with her,” I let her know.
She sucked her teeth and waved me off.
“What you going to do when it’s time for the baby shower? Not invite her?” I asked because I honestly didn’t think that the two of them had thought t
hat far ahead.
“Well, whose side are you on?” she whined, looking up at me with those big ass, light brown eyes of hers.
“Do you even have to ask me that shit? I’m on your side, whether you’re right or wrong—”
“You think I’m wrong? And don’t spare my feelings either. Tell me the truth,” she said.
“Bae, I would have told you if I felt like you were wrong the moment we left from over there and got back in the car. You handled that shit like any other woman would have handled it. You got every right to be mad at Jahir. That nigga kept an ongoing lie for thirty years. You been around that nigga damn near your whole life and had your ole girl not told you to go and talk to him, you probably still wouldn’t have found out the truth. When it comes to you and Shae being mad at each other and not speaking, I think y’all both wrong in that sense. You know you want to talk to her. You don’t have to have your pride in front of me. This me. Your husband. I done already seen your flaws, shorty,” I let her know.
“I’m not calling her first. She was going to try and fight me while we’re both pregnant,” she said with a pout, and all I could do was laugh and shake my head.
“I don’t know what to tell you, shorty. Better go find you some new friends then,” I let her know.
“What about you? You supposed to be my homie, my lover, and my friend,” she said with a smile on her beautiful ass face.
“You be using me, man. You know damn well that you would have never asked a nigga to go with you to the nail salon if you and Shae weren’t beefing,” I joked, but I was dead ass serious.
She laughed because she knew it was true.
