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I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed my head on his shoulders and moaned in his ear how much I loved him and allowed him to make love to my body. I came so fuckin’ hard that my body started having spasms. I felt Dontae’s dick jerk inside of me, which let me know that he came too. I stayed there with my head still on his chest.
“Something you want to tell me?” he asked me, after my body had calmed down some.
“Okay, I’m pregnant,” I told him truthfully.
“That’s what the fuck I thought!” he said and sat me down in the bed and stood up. I laid on his side of the bed and put the pillow between my thighs to calm down my pussy.
“You knew I was pregnant, so why would you handle me like that? That shit hurt!” I told him.
“You wasn’t gon’ say the shit willingly, so I had to fuck it up out you,” he said and hit my thigh. I kicked him with my foot and got myself comfortable.
“Naw Breesha, get your ass up and go cook breakfast,” he told me, playfully pulling my leg.
“In a minute bae,” I said and that was the biggest lie I had ever told. The way he’d just fucked me, I wasn’t waking up until sometime this afternoon. I turned over with the “I just got dicked down real proper” smile on my face.
Chapter 11: Dontae
It was going on midnight and I was just now closing up my shop and about to take my ass home. I had been ripping and running all day and all I wanted right now was a hot ass shower and to take my ass to bed. As I was walking to my car, my phone started ringing and I noticed that it was from an unknown number. I was tired as fuck so I wasn’t about to answer the call, especially not from a mothafucka’ that was about to play on my phone. Whoever the fuck it was wasn’t letting up because they continued to call nonstop for the next five minutes. Getting irritated, I decided to answer the phone.
“Who the fuck is this?” I barked into the phone.
“Bout time you fuckin’ answered. Nigga where is my daughter?” the caller barked into the phone.
“Bitch are you fuckin’ crazy? Sharice I already told your stupid ass to just stay the fuck away from Bria. You’re fuckin’ dead to her and a bad memory that she doesn’t need in her life! I swear to God, I will murk your ass if you try some slick shit!” I yelled in the phone to her dumb ass.
“I’m her fuckin’ mother, in case you forgot! You got that bitch over there forgetting her place. She didn’t fuckin’ carry Bria for those nine months nigga. I fuckin’ did! I think y’all getting ahead of y’all selves over there, trying to be the perfect fuckin’ family with my damn child. Now I done tried to be respectful, but you not gon’ keep calling me out of my name like that!” Sharice screamed into the phone.
“Let me put your dumb ass on to something right quick. Breesha is more of a mother to Bria then you have ever been. I’m going to tell your stupid ass one last time, you better not show up because I swear to God, I’m killing your ass on sight. Fuck off my line bitch,” I spat into the phone and as I was about to hang up, I heard her yell something out.
“Fuck Dontae! I didn’t want to say this shit over the fuckin’ phone but you leave me no choice. I’m dying man. I have cancer and I want to make things right with my baby. Can you please allow me to do that?” I heard Sharice say and it sounded like she was crying.
I didn’t expect no shit like that to come from out of Sharice’s mouth. Damn, that’s probably the reason she looked liked that yesterday at Bria’s party. I’ll admit, yes my baby mama was a bad bitch but it was something about her yesterday that just seemed a little off to me. Her skin wasn’t the bright red color that it used to me, in fact she looked pale. Even as she had tried to reach up and pick up our daughter, I could see how weak she was. I was so mad that she had come, that I shrugged all of those signs off. I didn’t even know what to say back to Sharice, so I just hung up the phone. Yes, this was sad and I didn’t wish that shit on nobody but damn, a nigga was at a loss for words and for the first time in my life, I didn’t know what the fuck to do. My daughter was fuckin’ scared to be around Sharice and I know by me bringing Bria to her that those nightmares were going to start right back up. But damn, I didn’t want to be a hateful ass nigga and keep Sharice away from her when I knew that she was down to her last days. I really had some thinking to do right about now. If Breesha was up when I got home, I would just have to talk to her about it and see what her input on things was.
I pulled into my driveway and parked my car and got out. Shit, a nigga was stressing right now. I hoped my baby was up so she could say some encouraging words to a nigga. I put the key inside the door and quickly deactivated the alarm. After that, I walked into the kitchen to get me something to eat, when I noticed a letter tape
d to the refrigerator door, saying, “Baby I cooked dinner and your plate is in the fridge. Please don’t wake me because I’m tired as hell. I love you Tae. Again, don’t wake me up.”
I laughed as I read the letter that Breesha left for me. She knew that every night when I came home that I would wake her from her sleep and she hated that shit. I opened the fridge and sure enough, the plate that she had made for me was in there. I lifted up the aluminum foil wrap and my baby cooked her nigga some baked chicken, yellow rice, black eyed peas, with two blueberry muffins. I quickly took the plate out and warmed it up and within five minutes, I was already done. After cleaning my area and washing my dishes, I headed upstairs.
I checked in my daughter’s room first and she was sprawled out hanging off the side of the bed. This little girl right here was the worst sleeper ever. I quietly walked over to the bed and picked her up and put her back in the middle of the bed before kissing her forehead. Walking out the room, I closed the door behind me and headed to my bedroom. Inside, my fiancée was lying on her side of the bed on her back looking beautiful as ever. I was tempted as fuck to wake her up so she could jump into the shower with me.
After handling my business in the shower, I headed back in the bedroom with my dirty clothes in my hands, placing them in my dirty clothes hamper. I slipped on a red pair of my polo boxers and slid in the bed. Slightly grabbing Breesha by her arm, I pulled her into me so that she was lying on my chest. I rubbed her belly for a few minutes and then took my ass to sleep.
7:00 a.m.
“Girl you know damn well Tae not going to let me go so I’m not even going to ask him that shit,” I heard Breesha say. I looked up and I saw she was in the walk-in closet with the phone glued to her ear. She had on a matching cheetah bra and panty set from PINK and I could tell that she had just got out the shower. She had her hair wrapped up with pins, how she always did whenever she took her showers.
“Tae ass always trying to control some shit, so if I ask, he gon’ come up with every excuse why I can’t go. Plus, you know I’m pregnant so he definitely not gon’ let me go, with his overprotective ass.” I let out a chuckle at Breesha’s shit talking ass. I don’t know where she thought she was going but I could already tell you right now, that shit wasn’t happening.
I watched as Breesha came inside the bedroom with the phone still glued to her ear and the outfit that she would be wearing today for work. She gave me a smile and I playfully stuck the middle finger at her. She laughed and told whoever she was on the phone with that she would call them back when she got in the car.
“Who was that? And where I’m not letting you go to?” I asked her, getting out of the bed and making my way over to her.
“That was Nae and I’m not telling you because you gon’ say no,” she said.
“Girl just tell me. I ain’t gon’ be too quick to say no,” I half lied.
“Okay, Nae birthday is on Friday and we want to do a road trip up to Orlando and get a house up there for the weekend. We’ll leave Thursday night and come back Sunday morning,” Breesha told me.
