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“Listen to you, talking about my fiancée. I’m so happy for the two of you. I can’t wait for the wedding,” I cooed.
When Jashae told me about the engagement, I was so happy for her that I was crying my damn self. Shae deserved all the happiness that she was getting, plus so much more. Just to think that a little over a year ago, she was dating Trip’s ass and ready to ride that bid out with him. I couldn’t express how happy I was that she’d finally moved on and was soaking in all the love that God had been trying to give her, but she was just too blind to really accept it.
“You good, bruh?” Jabari asked, walking up to Miami.
They gave each other a brotherly hug, which lasted for a few seconds. Everyone could tell that Miami needed to be surrounded by all the love that he could possibly get.
My husband looked so fuckin’ good this afternoon in that black, three-piece suit. I’d been keeping my nasty thoughts to myself all damn morning because we were in a church, and God would probably strike me down for thinking about the many ways that I wanted to suck his dick when we made it back home. He’d just gotten a haircut late last night. His barber had come over to the house a little after midnight and had gotten my baby right. His waves were swimming, that beard was making me go crazy, and he smelled so damn good to me.
“I’m good, man. What are you about to get into?” Miami asked Jabari.
“I’m about to head to my store real quick to check on a few things. Hit me up later. You need to get out of the fuckin’ house. Shae told me how you don’t be liking to go nowhere these days. Ima slide through and pick you up. Aight?” he asked Miami while he held his hand out for Miami to give him dap.
Miami let him know that he was cool with that.
“Let’s go. Its hotter than a motha fucka out here. I’m dropping you off to your mama, so you can be with the baby for a few while I go and check up on the stores. Mother-in-law or not, I don’t trust nobody else around my child for that many damn hours,” Jabari said the moment we made it to the car.
He removed the suit jacket that he had on along with the vest, placed it in the back seat, and then he got in the car. He turned the air on to the max, and then he shot out.
“I can ride with you. My mama just texted me a picture of Jamaria, and she’s sleeping,” I let him know.
“I’m still dropping you off over there, shorty. I’m going into the store right quick to check on business. You know damn well you don’t want to sit up in an office with me while I conduct business,” he said all aggressively.
Now that I think about it, this nigga has had a fuckin’ attitude with me since last night. I shrugged it off as him being tired because he did get in until late last night. He didn’t really have a reason to be all aggressive and shit to me this afternoon.
“Your bitch’s shop must be open, and you don’t want me to run into her. You not fuckin’ slick, nigga. Nah, don’t take me to my mama’s house. I’m riding with you,” I said, and he shook his head and then let out a sarcastic laugh. He pulled down on his beard as he eased in and out of traffic.
“Shorty, you the fuckin’ slick master around this motha fucka. Ima start calling your ass Slick Rick with your sneaky ass,” he said.
“Jabari, what the fuck are you even talking about? What did I sneak and do?” I asked, sitting up in the seat and looking at him like he was crazy because I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
“You slick as fuck, Mahogany, just know that. You took a Plan B yesterday, ain’t it?” he asked.
I sucked my teeth as I rolled my eyes. So, this is what this nigga was mad at? Because I took a fuckin’ Plan B?
“Wowwww! This why you call yourself having an attitude with me? Because I’m taking preventive measures to not get pregnant again?” I said.
“I love you to death, shorty, but you’re full of shit, yo. Preventive measures are getting your dumb ass on birth control if you really don’t want a kid again because you know damn well that I’m not strapping up shit when it comes to you! Then, you going to roll the box up in tissue paper and put it in the guest bathroom l
ike a nigga isn’t the one who takes the trash out. You something else, yo,” he said as we made it on the turnpike.
This nigga was really mad, and I didn’t know whether to laugh or be serious. This was the same man who told me over a thousand times while I was pregnant that he didn’t have any plans of knocking me up anytime soon because, in his words, I was an ‘emotional piece of work’ while pregnant.
“I’ll get on birth control then. Jabari, you are really tripping. You act like this the first Plan B I took!” I screamed.
“Nah, I actually don’t know. How many of those motha fuckas did you take?” he asked.
Damn, now why did I let that slip out?
“That was like my second one,” I mumbled.
I heard him suck his teeth.
“Well, in my defense, you were supposed to get the first one that I took, but you didn’t, so I bought it myself. Jabari, why the fuck are you getting mad at me about that? We are in no predicament to be having another baby. Damn, nigga, I just got my ass in the gym, and I have a goal that I’m trying to reach. My edges are coming back. I can drink my wine for dinner and smoke a little weed when I want to. Damn, can Jamaria get a tooth first? Can she get her ears pierced or something? Shit, Bari!” I said.
I didn’t think he understood what the fuck a woman has to go through when she carries a baby. The last couple of months were so draining on me. Let’s not even talk about how my labor story had calmed my hot ass down and was the cause of me popping the Plan Bs in the first place because I wasn’t ready to relive something like that again.
I swear niggas were so fuckin’ selfish. They wanted to keep us pregnant because they swore that pregnant pussy was to die for. In the ending months, we didn’t have a choice to sit our asses down because that’s when pregnancy takes a toll on our bodies. He just wanted to have my ass cooped up in the fuckin’ house. A nigga couldn’t stand for his woman to be on his hot girl shit and doing all the shit that she couldn’t do when she was pregnant.
