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Every day that went by, I kept telling myself that I was going to stop fuckin’ with Takari until her divorce was final, but then I would see her, and all the shit would go right out the window. I was trying my hardest not to pull up on her husband because I knew me. If that nigga tried to talk crazy and get aggressive, I would beat the fuck out of that man, and I wasn’t trying to go back to jail. I had too much to lose.
I was halfway done with the blunt that I was pulling from when I heard footsteps headed my way. It was pitch dark in the living room, and I halted John B and Tupac playing low on the speakers, which was the perfect vibe. I could smell my shorty filling up the living room with that sweet smelling body wash that she had just used to shower, and I smiled. I smiled because a nigga was just genuinely happy.
The day had started off good, and I knew it was going to end even better with some good pussy. Instead of Takari climbing all on me like she usually did when she and I were alone, she sat a few inches from me on the couch and threw her head on the back of the seat. I pulled from my blunt while I just stared at her beauti
ful ass. Yes, it was dark, but I didn’t need light to know that she was beautiful. She was dressed down in one of my tanks with her house shoes on her feet. Her long hair was pulled up in a bun, and she didn’t say anything. Now that I think about it, she really hadn’t said much of anything since she’d been at my apartment. She expressed how happy she was for me for getting the building, and then she went and showered.
“Fuck you sitting all the way over there for? Come closer to me, shorty. You know I can’t be that far away from you,” I said after taking a pull from the blunt.
She still didn’t move.
Something was definitely wrong with her because her ass never turned down an offer to be close to me. Not to say that she was a leach or some shit like that, but shorty was obsessed with daddy. I reached one of my arms out and pulled her little ass my way. I put her in my lap, so that she was straddling me, and instantly, her head went into the crook of my neck. I felt something wet hit my neck, and that’s when I realized that she was crying.
“What you crying for, Shrimp?” I asked her.
She ignored my question while soft whimpers continued to leave her mouth. Not going to lie, her cries were definitely fuckin’ up my vibe. Tupac was on the radio, talking a lot of thug shit, the weed that I was smoking had me relaxed and horny, yet my girl was in here crying in a moment when fuckin’ was the only thing on my mind. Only tears I wanted to see on her was when I slid up inside her. She tells me that the first couple of strokes are always crucial, and it always causes tears to come to her eyes. Those were the only ones that I was trying to see; tears of pleasure, passion, and a little bit of pain. I didn’t really care for these ones right here.
“You don’t hear me talking to you? Why you crying, man?” I asked after I put the blunt out.
I heard her release a deep breath, and then I heard…
“Za’Kai, I think I’m pregnant,” she said, catching me off guard with her statement.
I was about to ask how the hell, but then it all started coming back to me. The kitchen counter, bathroom counter, shower, the driver seat of my car, mannnn, even those times at my grandma’s crib. Not once did I ever ask Takari was she on birth control, so if she was pregnant, then it made sense. I just didn’t understand why she was crying.
“You think you pregnant or you know you pregnant? From the sound of your voice, mixed with your cries, it seems to me like you already know. I’m just trying to figure out why you crying, though. You have three kids, therefore, you know what you did in order for those three kids to get here. Shorty, you ain’t slow. You know how conception works. How many times we have raw sex, Takari? Yeah, your pussy is all that and more, but if you had told me to strap up, I would have. If you crying because you pregnant with my seed, then go ahead and get the fuck up off me because that shit is going to piss a nigga clean the fuck off. I ain’t see no fuckin’ tears when we was fuckin’, so I don’t want to see them bitches now!” I snapped at her ass.
My dick had gone down and was limp like a motha fucka because she’d just pissed me the hell off. I was talking all this shit to her, and she was crying the whole time, which wasn’t doing shit but aggravating the fuck out of me. The thing is, when it came to Takari, she had the ability to bring out a nigga’s soft side, but I wasn’t about to sit there and console her ass over some shit that she knew could happen because of the actions that she and I were taking.
“Get off me, Takari. On some real shit, raise up,” I said, trying to move her, but she wouldn’t budge. When I pushed her away from me, she grabbed onto the front of my tank top, preventing herself from moving.
“Za’Kai, don’t do me like this. Stop,” she cried, when she saw that I was still trying to push her off me.
“Do you like what? Not sit here and comfort your ass when it sounds like you crying because you carrying my seed? Fuck you talking about, man? You a grown ass fuckin’ woman, Takari! Fuck you thought was going to happen when you jump on my dick every chance you get without making me strap up? Yo, get off me! You just ruined the fuck out of my high!” I barked at her.
“It’s just that I’m still married, and I care what my kids think. It just doesn’t make me look like a good person, especially to my thirteen-year-old daughter. I feel like this isn’t the type of example that I’m supposed to be setting for them. They haven’t even met you yet, and there’s a high chance that I could be pregnant with your child. Can you just try to see where I’m coming from?” she said, and I looked at her like she was bat shit crazy.
Fuck no, I couldn’t see where she was coming from! I wasn’t even selfish like that. Usually, I was able to not judge people and look at certain situations from their perspective, but this was one of those times when it was no way in hell that I would be able to see where she was coming from.
“Man, you choose to still be fuckin’ married to that nigga! I been telling you for months to give me that nigga’s location, and I can have him sign those papers in a matter of seconds. That’s you protecting that nigga from me! And how you setting a bad example for your kids? If anything, you was setting a bad example when you continued to stay with that nigga when he was treating you like shit in front of them! You moving on and getting yourself a real nigga isn’t some shit that I can see your kids frowning upon. If anything, they’ll know that they mama finally realized her fuckin’ worth and moved the fuck on. Real shit, Takari, get off me. I ain’t going to say the shit again,” I barked at her one last time.
I didn’t argue with no female. When I was with my baby mama and she would start up her shit, I would just walk the fuck away because it just wasn’t in my nature to be arguing with women. That was some hoe shit, but it was something about this woman that had me wanting to fight my way through to her with my words. At the same time, it was only so much talking that I was going to do.
“It’s not him I’m protecting. It’s you! I love you, Za’Kai, and I don’t want you to risk your freedom for me. Jerrod isn’t going to willingly sign the papers because you tell him to. I know your temper, and I don’t want you to go to jail because of me when he doesn’t do what you want him to do. There! that’s why I haven’t given you a location on him. I don’t want you to do anything reckless and have you going to jail. I do love you, Za’Kai, and I promise I’m not protecting him,” she said.
I’m not going to lie, hearing Takari admit to me that she loved me, that shit kind of warmed my heart a little bit. She never told me that shit before, and because I believed her when she said it, I calmed down. Seconds ago, I felt like I would have to toss her little ass off my lap.
“Let me kick some real shit to you, shorty. It’s my job to make sure that you are protected at all times. Not trying to say that you don’t have to worry about me or no shit like that, but in a situation like this, allow me to be the man. Allow me to take control. If you pregnant for real, then you no longer have a fuckin’ choice on giving me a location to that nigga. I told you from the beginning that I’m stingier than a motha fucka, so ain’t no way in hell I’m going to allow you to continue to be married to this man while you carrying my seed.
“I get that you care what your kids think. Hell, my kids’ opinion tops anybody’s opinion in this world, but baby girl, you done slept in the bed, so now it’s time to make that motha fucka. From the way you talk to me about your kids, it’s obvious that they love you more than anything, so this not going to make them love you any less. We going to be good, alright?” I asked her and she nodded.
“I don’t like all this hiding and shit. You too fuckin’ fine for me to be hiding your pretty ass. Once all of this is settled and everything, which is going to be soon because I’m pulling up on him before the week is out, I want to make it official with us. I want our kids to meet and all of that. You cool with that? You think we can do that?” I asked her.
“Yes, we can do that,” she answered.
“Cool,” I said and raised my head to kiss her lips.
She flashed a beautiful smile, showing off her
