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I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck and gently pecked his lips. “You always talking shit Tae, one of them niggas gon’ try to fuck around and take me from you,” I said in a low voice so Bria wouldn’t hear me cursing.
“Trust me baby, that’s the least of my worries. These niggas can’t handle you like I can. They might try but trust me, they won’t succeed,” he said cockily.
“What makes you so sure daddy?” I asked and he reached and grabbed two handfuls of my ass.
“The way your ass was tripping last night over that dick, ain’t no coming back from that baby girl. You hooked already. You can’t run now,” he said. I laughed at his crazy ass, even though what I knew what he was saying was true. Lately, I have become so possessive over Dontae. He fucked up when he fucked me so good. I love this man so much and I never wanted him to leave my sight. After I stopped laughing, I brought my face closer to his and our lips touched and nothing else in the room mattered. I moaned against his lips when he grabbed my ass tighter.
“Break that shit up. All these damn kids out here,” Shard’s playful ass yelled out. I broke away from the kiss and held my head on Dontae’s chest in embarrassment. All the little kids were staring at us while Bria paid us no mind because she was use to me being all over her daddy.
“What did you eat? I didn’t see your ass eat shit,” Donate told me when I lifted my head up from him.
“I tried to eat pizza but I threw up so I didn’t eat nothing else after that,” I said. He gave me a once over, like he was plotting something in his head. I don’t know what he had going on, so I ignored his stare.
“Happy birthday princess. Come give Mommy a hug,” I heard an all too familiar voice say. I looked behind me an
d it was the devil herself! Sharice!
Chapter 9: Sharice
Did y’all really think that I was playing when I said that I was going to pop up on Dontae and his bitch? Hell no! I was everything but playing. After finding out that I had been diagnosed with terminal cancer, I knew I had to make it my business to have a better relationship with my daughter. Fuck was I supposed to do? Just die and have another bitch sit there and raise my daughter before I had time to make things right between Bria and I? At least let me do something right once in my life so that I could die knowing that my daughter really did love me after all. I had been calling and texting Dontae but I think he had my ass blocked because every time I would call him, his phone would go straight to voicemail.
Growing up in a household with just my mom and my two older sisters, my oldest sisters, Raven and Brittney, who were twins, were pretty much the bread winners in the house. They were only 17 when they decided to drop out of school and get jobs so that they would be able to provide amongst the three of us since our trifling mama wasn’t doing it. I was only 9 at the time. That right there was what set me apart from Bria. One thing about her was the fact that she never had to worry about Dontae not being in her life because he had been there since day one, which in a way made me jealous of my own damn daughter. I never knew what it would feel like to have a father there for me and to love me unconditionally. That’s why over the years, I would treat Bria the way that I would. It got to the point where I told her to call me Sharice instead of Mommy. I took things out on my daughter based on inner demons that I had living inside of me.
The final straw was when I witnessed Fred molesting my daughter. There was no way in hell that I would be able to face my daughter again after that, or so I thought. When I moved away from Miami, I literally had no plans of ever coming back. I knew my daughter would probably never admit it but I knew she hated me and I knew she would blame me for what Fred did to her. I didn’t want to stick around to hear her say that to me and I didn’t want to stick around and have Dontae dog my ass out, so I just thought that it was best that I just left.
It wasn’t until I moved to Atlanta to move in with my oldest sister, Raven, that I noticed something was wrong. I remember standing over the stove, making breakfast and when I placed my hand on my hip to flip the pancakes over, I felt a lump the size of an egg. The lump wasn’t causing me any pain but it was large and solid. I’m not going to lie, cancer was the last thing that even crossed my mind at the time. I honestly thought that maybe I was pregnant or something and I was just now finding that out. It wasn’t until I showed Raven and she thought that it would be a good idea that we go check it out. Instead, I decided to have an appointment made for the following week for an ultrasound.
Two days had passed and I still wasn’t experiencing any signs of pain but later on that night, I got up to use the restroom and a pain shot through my body that caused me to double over. I cried out and my sister came rushing into the room and she rushed me to the emergency room. Come to find out, the lump that I was feeling was actually a cyst and the pain that I was experiencing was because the cyst had burst. The next day was when I had my operation done and I had to spend an entire week in the hospital. That whole week I thought about everything. I thought about my life and the fucked up ass decisions that I had made over the years. I thought about my baby and how I wished that I could have been a better mother to her.
Coming home the next day, I kept having episodes of vomiting and suffering from severe stomach cramps. We ended up having to take yet another trip to the hospital, where we had more tests ran. It was on that day, that I was hit with the news of being diagnosed with stage three ovarian cancer. It was the day that I found out that I didn’t have much time left on this earth. That day, I didn’t want to know or hear anything else. Only thing I wanted to know was, how do you hope with this? How do you continue on living your life when you know that your life is now on a countdown? The answer to that question was simple. I came to the conclusion that the only thing I had left to do was make things right with Bria. I didn’t want any drama or anything. I just wanted to be in her life for the remainder of the time left that I had here on this earth.
I knew that Dontae was shocked to see me, just how I knew that today was my daughter’s birthday and sick and all, I made it my business to come and see her. The only reason I knew she was here is because I went onto Dontae’s Facebook profile from my sister’s account earlier in the week and I saw the party invite on his wall. I knew my time was running out, so I felt like as a mother I had to do what I had to do.
“Sharice, what the fuck are you doing here man?” Dontae asked, shoving his little bitch behind him. See, I was really trying to come in peace but I didn’t like the way that he was talking to me.
“Baby daddy, what you mean what I’m doing here? I came to wish my daughter a happy birthday being as though I am her mother,” I said, trying to hide the hurt in my voice. Yeah, I felt some type of way that he caught an attitude about me coming out just to wish MY daughter a happy birthday.
I squatted down in front of Bria and turned her chair, so that she was facing me. “You’re not going to give mommy a hug?” I asked her. She shook her head no and I watched as a tear fell from her eyes. “Mommy got you some toys. You don’t want the gifts I got for you?” I asked, wiping her face. Again, she shook her head no.
“Sharice go on man, you making her mad yo!” Dontae said, picking up Bria.
It was my daughter’s birthday and I didn’t want to have her crying. I knew exactly why my baby was crying. I’m pretty sure flashbacks of that night with Fred came back and she probably thought that he would pop up somewhere, which was what got her so upset. So, I was going to be the bigger person and leave, but trust me, I was going to be back.
“I’ll be back for my daughter Dontae. I just want to talk to her one last time before I leave.” As soon as I said that, Bria burst out crying and reached her hands out for Breesha to get her. I watched as another bitch consoled my daughter right in front of me. That was enough to break me down, so I turned around and left. This shit was going to be way harder than I thought.
Chapter 10: Breesha
It was two in the morning, when I was awakened from my sleep. “Mommy I’m scared,” Bria sniffled. I sat up in the bed and turned on the lamp on my side of the bed. I looked over at Dontae and he was knocked out.
“What happened baby?” I asked Bria. I was so damn tired but I knew she was scared, so I couldn’t just ignore her right now.
“I had a nightmare,” she cried. “Can I sleep with you and Daddy?” she asked, wiping her eyes.
“Yeah baby, climb up,” I told her and instead of her snuggling up with her daddy, she snuggled up with me, lying her head on my chest.
I reached over and turned off the lamp. “Mommy?” I heard Bria say.
“Yes Bria?” I asked, trying to get some sleep.
