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“I’m stressing nigga, real talk,” I told him, running my hands over my head.
“You still ain’t take your ass home man?” Rashard asked me with shocked eyes.
“Nope,” I said nonchalantly.
Shard started laughing and stood up from the chair after he had finished the section that he was doing on the tattoo. “Nigga, you better take your ass home man. I overheard Mani on the phone with Breesha yesterday and by the time she finished dogging you, I was convinced that your name was really Fuck Nigga by how many times she called you that shit.”
“Nigga please, Breesha ain’t crazy. Notice she said that slick shit to Mani and not to me. She know I’ll fuck her little ass up so I don’t even know why she talking all that unnecessary shit for,” I told Shard, waving him off.
“For real nigga, go get your girl man. She was talking about she going to get her a new man and a whole bunch of other reckless shit,” Rashard informed me.
“Oh yeah? I’ma swing by their later on tonight and see what’s up with all that noise she was talking,” I said and then walked over to my station.
Breesha knew damn well her ass wasn’t leaving me, so I didn’t even know why she would allow that shit to come from out of her mouth with her shit talking ass. I was gon’ handle her though. First, I had to knock out these tattoo sessions and then daddy was coming home to straighten out mommy because from the sounds of things, mommy had lost her damn mind!
Dontae
I walked inside my home and the smell of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven invaded my nostrils. I walked into the kitchen and spotted my two favorite girls sitting at the kitchen table, playing a game of Uno. Breesha’s back was turned to me but Bria saw me. She jumped up from the table and ran over to me. I couldn’t help but notice how freshly done her braids were. I inwardly applauded Breesha because she always kept my baby up to par. There wasn’t a time that Breesha had my daughter running around here looking crazy.
“Daddy!” she yelled, jumping into my arms and I li
fted her up and spun her around.
“Wait! Wait Daddy! Put me down. I forgot, me and Mommy are mad at you,” she said, trying to put a frown on her beautiful face but the smile she was wearing wouldn’t go away.
“Oh yeah? And why are you and Mommy mad at Daddy?” I asked her with my eyes fixed on Breesha as she stood up from her chair.
Damn my lady was so fuckin’ fine, even when she wasn’t even trying to be. She was wearing a pair of red pajama tights by PINK along with the matching red pajama tank and red booties on her feet. She had her hair parted down the middle with those beach curls that she liked to wear that came down to her back. The way her small, perky breasts and then her tiny waist and her little plump booty that I liked to feel on complemented those pajamas was making a nigga want to nut up on her ass. Even though when she was pregnant she did have herself a little baby bump, now she didn’t even have it anymore. She was back to sporting a tiny waist. But that was fine because I planned on getting her ass pregnant again real soon.
“Well, you didn’t call us and we haven’t seen you in a long time,” my daughter said, being overly dramatic. I laughed at my daughter and sat her down on the kitchen counter.
“Daddy is very sorry princess and to make it up to you, Daddy will take you shopping this week and you can have whatever you want,” I told her. I knew it was Breesha’s ass that told my daughter to be mad at me. So, since she wanted to play these games, then we’d see who was going to win. I knew my daughter wasn’t going to turn down a shopping trip.
“Yayy! Okay Daddy, I’m not mad anymore,” she said and kissed me on the cheek. I smirked at Breesha as she walked over to the oven to take out the cookies. She sat the pan on the oven and she and Bria went into the den for a while to watch TV until the cookies cooled down.
In the meantime, I headed upstairs to take a hot shower. I wanted to bring Breesha’s ass in here with me and bend her over and dig deep in them guts for talking all that shit but I knew her crybaby ass wasn’t gon’ come, being as though she was still mad with a nigga, so I guessed I would have to shower alone. Seeing my girl and my daughter made me realize just how much I actually missed them. I know I said I needed some space but it was like this woman had some sort of spell on me or something because now that I was in her presence, I didn’t want to ever leave her again.
Twenty minutes later, I was out the shower and looking into my dresser drawers to find something to wear. I threw on a pair of my white Polo boxers and a long pair of red Polo pajama pants with no shirt. I walked out the room and I heard talking coming from my daughter’s room. I could hear Bria trying to plead her case to Breesha to let her stay up for a few minutes later. I smiled because my daughter was always trying to get Breesha to let her stay up past her bedtime. She could do the shit with me, but Breesha wasn’t having it because if she let her stay up late, she wouldn’t want to get up in the morning for school.
Five minutes later, Breesha came from out of the room and closed the door behind her. She jumped when she saw me standing by the door. “What the fuck Dontae?! Why you standing there like that?” she asked, walking past me, going down the steps.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and carried her down the stairs. I didn’t put her back down until we got in the kitchen. As she straightened up the mess, I went over to the pan and took four cookies.
“You so greedy Dontae! Don’t eat all my baby’s cookies either because I told her she could have some more when she get home from school tomorrow!” she snapped.
I laughed at her and stuck my middle finger at her and continued to eat my cookies. When she was finished cleaning the kitchen, she tried to walk past me but I pulled her into me, standing her in between my legs. I placed my hands on her waist and stared into her hazel eyes and she stared back into mine. My baby was real confident in herself because never once did she look down. Staring at her, I couldn’t help but realize just how pained her eyes looked. Normally when Breesha looked at me, I was able to see the happiness and the joy that filled her up. Now, I was seeing sadness and I didn’t like it one bit. I wanted the old Breesha back. The Breesha that didn’t look depressed or walk around carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. I wasn’t going to address it now though because I didn’t want to get her all worked up and cause her to think about the miscarriage again.
“What’s that fuck shit you was spitting on the phone the other day to Mani?” I asked her, deciding to bring this subject up instead.
“What are you talking about? Aint nobody studding your ass,” she said.
I slapped her hard on the ass. “Stop lying girl!”
“I’m not lying. I just told Mani how I’m feeling,” she said, trying to pull away but I held her ass in place.
“And how you feeling?” I asked her, grabbing her ass, putting both cheeks in my hands. I was waiting for her to slap my hands away but she didn’t. That let me know that she wasn’t mad with a nigga because whenever Breesha wasn’t feeling me, she didn’t let me touch her ass, so that alone caused a little smile to form on my face.
“I’m hurting Dontae and you weren’t here to console me! You didn’t even try to call to check up on me and Bria. That was wrong and you know it,” she pouted.
