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I stood there, and watched her walk and get inside of the car and speed off. Shit, a nigga was happy as fuck. I purposely got that ass pregnant. Two done, three more to go!
Chapter 23: Ka’lani
Everybody was here at my house, enjoying a little get together. We were all having a good time. Even my sister and my dad were over too. My mom was keeping Aaliyah with her for the weekend. I was standing at the counter as Symone, Tisha, Kyla, and Tamika sat on the stools. All of us had a cup with liquor in it, except for Tamika, so I think something was up with her because she was always the first one to start drinking. If it wasn’t Tisha getting sloppy drunk, it was her ass. The men walked inside the house from the backyard, my husband carrying the tray of ribs that were just on the grill. Pat walked in and looked at Tamika. He looked at the cup that was in front of her and walked over to her.
“Meek, what’s in you cup?” he asked her, picking her cup up and smelling the inside of it. I don’t know what the hell his ass was searching for.
“It’s just water Pat, damn!” she said, snatching the cup back and pushing him away from her.
“Okay, Tamika please don’t get fucked up,” he said, kissing her hard on the cheek and following the guys back outside on the patio.
When he walked away, I looked at Tamika, strangely.
“Girl, why is Pat tripping? What’s up with him?” I asked, because they asses was acting weird.
“Yeah, what’s up with Pat?” Tisha asked after me.
“Okay, but when I tell y’all, don’t start acting all extra and shit, especially you Tisha,” Tamika said, because Tisha had a way of over exaggerating shit and making the situation worse than what it really was all cracked up to be.
“Girl I’m not, I promise, so what happened?” Tisha asked, even though I knew her ass was lying. Tamika stared at us for a few seconds, debating on whether or not she should tell us, and then she finally started speaking.
“I’m pregnant,” she said fast as hell.
“Bitch what?” Tisha asked, doing exactly what she said she wouldn’t do, with her lil lying ass.
“Tisha!” Tamika yelled, getting mad.
“Oh my God Meek, Princess ain’t but 2 months, how you manage to pull that off?” I asked shocked. I didn’t think she was about to say some shit like that. What I honestly thought she was about to say is some shit like Pat was being over protective and wasn’t letting her drink alcohol or something, but boy, was this a shocker.
“That’s the thing, we were supposed to wait a few more weeks, but we didn’t, so now I’m pregnant,” Tamika said. She was mad at us like we was the one that fucked her and got her ass pregnant.
Tisha started laughing, like she had just heard the biggest joke in the damn world, with her annoying ass.
“See Tisha, that’s why I don’t like telling your ass shit. You think everything a joke,” Tamika, said picking up her napkin and throwing it at Tisha.
“Girl I’m just playing, with your sensitive ass,” Tisha said, wrapping her arms around Tamika and kissing her on her cheek.
I sat there and watched they crazy asses, and couldn’t do nothing but laugh at them. After we calmed down from laughing and hearing Tamika tell us about her crazy sex story on how she managed to get pregnant again, we all congratulated her. We all had a good time. We ate, chilled, talked shit, and ate again. It was good to be with everybody, together again.
Epilogue:
Tisha
I couldn’t believe that today was my big day. I waited all my life for this moment and it was finally coming true. Today I was marrying my best friend, my lover, and most importantly, my soul mate. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Otis and I have come a very long way. Though many have tried to break us apart, we still remained with each other throughout the hard times. Today, we were getting married out on South Beach. It was always a dream of mine to get married out on the beach, around 7 p.m. when the sun was about to set. I felt like that would be so beautiful. I was able to look down from my hotel suite and see how nicely everything was set up outside on the beach for us. I sat there in the chair getting my make-up done, along with my 3 best friends in the world. No matter what, I would always love my Lani, Tamika, and Kyla. Those girls meant the world to me, aside from my daughter, Tamia, and Otis. I watched as Harmony and Tamia sat together on the couch playing with Tamia’s iPad. They looked so beautiful in their white dresses and their long, curly hair, pushed back with a flowery headband. The two of them were going to be my flower girls. They would walk down together, while Tamia would hold onto her little sister’s hand.
“How do you feel, sis?” Lani asked as soon as she finished getting her hair and make-up done.
Of course, I made Lani my maid of honor. Tamika and Kyla were my bridesmaids. They all had their hair in a side roller set, and they looked so beautiful. I decided to switch things up a little as well. I decided to give the red hair a break, and I knew Otis would feel some time of way about it. Everybody loved me with the red hair, because they said I resembled Charlie Baltimore. I dyed my hair a light brown, and I had streaks of gold in it. My hair was already long, but I did put a few extensions in to give it more body. I couldn’t believe that after all these years, I was finally letting go of the red hair. I dyed my hair red when I was in the 11th grade, and I had fallen so in love with the color that I never changed it back. I don’t think that I was going to go back to red, because I was loving this brown hair on me; it made my hazel eyes stand out even more.
“I guess you can say that I’m nervous,” I said to her. Crazy, because I always loved to be the center of attention but for some reason, right now, I could not control my damn nerves for shit.
“Girl don’t be. Today is your day and you look so beautiful,” Lani said, hugging me.
The wedding was set to start at 7 p.m., and right now it was 6:30. I needed me something to calm my nerves because I felt like in any minute, I was bound to pass out.
Otis
Today was the day. A nigga was getting ready to marry his soul mate, my equal, my confidant, and most importantly, the love of my damn life. I knew the first day that I laid eyes on Tisha that she would be my wife, even if she didn’t know it herself. I feel like I was molded into the man that she wanted me to be. Before I got with Tisha, I’m not going to lie, a nigga was a big ass hoe. I had a different girl for every day of the week. When Tisha eventually gave me a chance, she gave me one order. She told me that if I was going to be her man, it had to be just her, meaning no cheating, no assonating with other females, no nothing. It was a hard task to do, but a nigga was more than ready to learn. I proved to my girl that she was the only one for me. I didn’t need nobody else. By her giving me that one rule, she made me more mature. She made me realize that having that one special girl would outweigh all the other hoes out here. Coming home to my girl and my kids were the best thing, and I would take that over coming home to a new and different shot of pussy any day.
