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“You got it Tamika, just give me one last big push,” the doctor instructed, and sure enough my girl did one last push, and that’s when I was able to see the head. She gave a final push, and the doctor was able to gently tug the baby out of her, and loud cries filled the room.
“Oh my God, she is so beautiful, look at all that hair,” Lani cooed, walking over and snapping a picture of Princess Ariel Jordan.
“Would you like to do the honors daddy, and cut the umbilical cord?” the doctor asked me. Shit, I was trying to get my damn nerves under control after seeing Tamika’s pussy stretch out like that. I ain’t never in my life seen no shit like that before. After getting myself together, I walked over and did the honors, and cut the cord. My girl laid there weak as fuck, but I had to admit that she was strong because her ass took that pain and gave birth naturally. I walked over and kissed her on the cheek.
“You did good baby, I’m so proud of you,” I said to Tamika, wiping the tears from her eyes.
A few moments later, the nurse came back holding Princess. She passed her to Tamika, and that mo
ment alone almost caused a nigga to shed a few tears. These two girls were my life, and I would go to hell and back for them if I had to. I quickly pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of Tamika holding our baby. That would be something that I would remember for the rest of my life.
Chapter 21: Tamika
Being a mother was one of the best things in the world. I loved my daughter with everything inside of me. She just turned two months today, and she was the spitting image of Pat. She had my deep dimples and my big eyes, and everything else was all Pat. Since I had Princess, I haven’t been back to the salon because I wanted to spend as much time with my daughter as possible. I was pretty much on top of things when it came to my baby, because I had gotten so used to watching Harmony and Aaliyah that everything just came naturally. Only thing I didn’t like was the fact that Princess would wake up in the middle of the night around three in the morning, and she wouldn’t take her little butt back to sleep until like five. Pat and I rotated when it came to who would stay up with the baby. If I had to do it tonight, then it was his turn to do it tomorrow.
I was on my way to my mother’s house to spend a little time with her. Growing up, my mother and I didn’t have the best relationship but over the years, we were able to get along better than usual. I wasn’t a bad child growing up but I always had a slick ass mouth, which caused my mom and me to bump heads a lot. I have to admit, it took a lot for my mom to raise me as a single mother, especially when I got into high school. I wanted to do what the fuck I wanted and I swore up and down that my ass was grown. At that time, I was dating my ex-boyfriend Chase, and I always wanted to be stuck up under his ass. My mom didn’t like me with him, because she could tell that he was a dog, but my dumb ass stayed up until I had enough of the constant lies, cheating, and disrespect. My ass was only in high school, but I was having grown ass woman problems.
“Hey ma,” I said, walking inside of her three-bedroom, two- bath condo. I know that she was surprised to see me come, because I didn’t tell her that I was on my way.
“Hey Meek- Meek,” she said, walking over to me and giving me a big ass hug.
“There goes grandma’s baby. Hey gorgeous,” my mom said looking down at Princess, who was in her car seat. I left the car seat by the front door, unbuckled it, and passed my daughter to my mom. We walked inside the den and she had a movie playing on Lifetime, like always. Ever since I can remember, my mom had always been a huge fan of Lifetime movies.
“How’s everything been going with you?” I asked my mother, tucking my feet up under me as I sat down on the couch.
Staring at my mom, I was actually the spitting image of her. I was only 25 and my mom looked like she could be my sister; that’s because she had me when she was 17, which is why she was always so hard on me growing up, because she didn’t want me to follow in her footsteps and become pregnant while I was in high school. At the time, I thought she was just being over protective as always but now that I’m older and much mature and wise, I saw that my mom was only looking out for my well-being. As a teenager, you don’t look at situations like that. It took some time for me to grow up, and now I appreciate that I actually had a mother in my life staying on my ass, because it showed how much she loved me and how she didn’t want me to mess up my future by having a baby by a nigga that didn’t give two fucks about me.
“Nothing still, working at the hospital, everything is good,” she told me. My mom was an RN at Memorial Hospital, and she had been working there since I was in middle school. That’s why when I was in high school my ass was never home, because my mom would work the overnight shift and I was out with Chase being grown. As my mom was holding Princess, she was staring at me a little funny, like she was searching for something but she couldn’t find it.
“Why you staring at me like that ma?” I asked, looking at her and then pulling out my phone from my purse to check the time.
“A mother knows,” she said, shaking her head and smiling. I didn’t know what the hell this lady was up to.
“A mother knows what? What are you talking about?” I asked, confused.
“Tamika, your ass is pregnant again. That shit is written all over your damn face,” she smiled.
“What? Ma, you tripping!” I told her defensively, then when I thought about it, the doctor told us to wait six weeks after I gave birth to Princess until we had sex again. Shit, I think we only waited two damn weeks. I remember that night when it happened.
I had just laid Princess down for the night and I was tired as hell. Pat had been at the studio all day, so I was there with the baby by myself all day. All I wanted to do was jump in the shower, get into the bed, and get me a few hours of sleep before Princess woke up at 3 in the morning, like she did every night. When I got out the shower, I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked back inside the bedroom, and that’s when I heard the microwave beep from downstairs. I knew it was Pat down there, so I threw the towel off and put on my black silk robe that stopped at the middle of my thigh. I went downstairs, and my man was sitting at the table eating some of the spaghetti that I cooked the other night.
“Hey baby,” I said, walking over to him and sitting on his lap.
“Hmm, you smell soo good,” he said, sniffing my neck, and I smiled at him.
“I missed your fine ass all day,” he said, trying to untie my robe from the front. I quickly slapped his hand away from me.
“Baby no, the doctor said we have to wait six weeks. We still have a few weeks left to go, plus I don’t think I’m all the way healed yet,” I said, trying to get up because he was still trying to undo my robe, not paying my ass any attention.
“Baby, ain’t nothing gon’ happen. Ima just pull out. We gon’ be good. Plus, I’ll be gentle,” he said, standing up with me still on his lap. He carried me over to the counter and sat me on top, and undid my robe.
“Pat, baby we can’t, it’s going to hurt too,” I said, shivering at his touch.
“I promise, I’ll go slow,” he said, taking my robe completely off.
“I should have just stayed my ass upstairs, I don’t even know why I came down here,” I said as he was sucking on my neck.
“You knew what the fuck you was doing, coming down here in this short ass robe,” he said, kissing me on the lips.
