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“What did she tell you outside?” I asked out of curiosity.
“She told me I better stop talking to your ass like that or she was gon’ beat my ass, pregnant and all,” Rashard told me and I burst out laughing because that honestly was some shit that my cousin would say out of her mouth.
“Let’s go get married Imani,” Shard told me. He took the remote from off of the couch and turned the TV off, so I knew he was dead ass serious.
“What? Like right now?” I asked him.
“Yeah, right fuckin’ now. We living together, plus you got my son. I don’t understand why we have to wait if you want the big wedding and all of that. I’m tired of referring to you as my girl, or my baby mama, I want you to be called my wife. I want you to be known Mrs. Imani Taylor Lewis,” he said and there was no sign of this being a joke on his face.
All type of thoughts were running through my mind. Mainly, I wanted to put the wedding on hold until another year and a half. That would be when I would graduate with my Bachelor’s. Then I thought about whether my parents would approve of all of a sudden jumping up and getting married, especially my mom. Hell, I didn’t even tell them that I was engaged. You know what, fuck it! I was not that sweet, little innocent 21-year-old girl anymore. I was 23 and it was time that I started doing things for the betterment of myself and stop worrying about what other people thought of me, especially my mama. I loved my mom but this was my life and I was going to live it how I wanted to live it.
“Let’s do it,” I told Rashard and a big ass smile formed on his face.
I kissed him a million times and after I pulled away, he lifted my shirt above my head.
“Let me get some of this pussy first, just to make sure I’m making the right decision,” he said, laughing.
I didn’t find it funny, so I popped him upside his head. “Chill Mani, I’m just playing with your ass. I knew you was going to be my wife the night I saw your fine ass at Friday’s,” he said and I smiled.
“And I knew you was going to be my husband when I let you fuck me silly,” I said to him.
Chapter 18: Dontae
Friday night I sat at the table with my family, enjoying dinner. Of course Breesha’s ass didn’t cook tonight being as though it was a Friday night so we sat at the table eating pizza and wings from this place out in Miramar called Fantasy Pizza. Breesha swore up and down that they had the best pizza so her ass stayed ordering this shit. Don’t get me wrong, the shit was good but I wasn’t much of a pizza lover. Ever since Breesha got pregnant, all her ass wanted to eat was damn pizza and my mama’s cooking. My mama swore that Breesha was supposed to be bigger than what she already was, so she stayed feeding Breesha all that bullshit.
I sat back and admired the relationship between my daughter and my fiancée. Those two right there were my everything. I loved them more than I loved myself. Oftentimes, I find myself staring at Breesha and thinking back to that day I came home and found her laid out on the bathroom floor. I swear that was a sight that would forever be embedded into my system and I was just grateful that I had Breesha here with me. Like I loved this woman just as much as I loved my mama and my daughter. One thing about me, couldn’t a soul fix their lips and say that they have caught me cheating on my girl before. You see, cheating, that’s not love to me. That’s fuckin’ stupidity! How can you say that you love you woman and you go out, giving her dick away? Since I’d been with Breesha, I hadn’t dared tried to even talk to another female because I knew what I was coming home to ever night and all that extra shit out there was not worth it. I swear on everything that Breesha could do the same exact thing as ten other bitches, so why keep them ten other bitches around when I can just have one bad one?
I watched as Bria went and emptied her plate in the trash and headed back upstairs. Breesha then came around and sat on my lap. I knew she knew that something was going on. She was just waiting on Bria to go upstairs so that we could have some privacy.
“What’s up bae? You looked zoned out,” she said, making herself comfortable.
“You don’t miss shit, do you?” I asked her, laughing.
“Not when it comes to my man, my daughter, and my money,” she said, smiling.
I laughed at her and pulled her in tighter. “I’m good bae, just thinking of how grateful I am to have you in my life and in Bria’s life. Most women would have hauled ass if I told them I had a daughter. But not you. You stayed and you help raise Bria like she is your own and I thank you for that,” I said, being real with her.
“Well baby, I’m not most women and you don’t have to thank me for that. When I came into this relationship I planned to be fully committed to you. Bria is a part of you so I’m fully committed to her as well. In fact I think I love Bria more than you,” she said, smiling.
“Yeah okay,” I told her laughing. She got from out of my lap and I watched her straighten up the table and wash the few dishes that were in the sink. As I sat there watching her every move like a hawk, my phone started ringing. I looked down and noticed that it was that same private number calling me. I knew that it wasn’t nobody but Sharice’s ass. Lately, her ass had been consistent with the phone calls. I’m talking every day and I never answered the shit. I’m not gon’ lie, after she told me the story about her having cancer, I felt bad as shit but I couldn’t help but to think that that was her karma. I’m not all into religion but I do believe that there is a God and I know for a fact that he was punishing her ass due to all of the fucked up shit that she let transpire while her own daughter was in her care. Yes, I felt bad but her ex-boyfriend raped my seed! How could I just ignore that shit? She was just as much to blame as Fred’s bitch ass was. I felt like if I brought Bria around Sharice, I was basically saying fuck my daughter and fuck what happened and I’d never say that so I didn’t see Sharice ever seeing Bria again. Yeah, it may sound fucked up but it wasn’t as fucked up as the fact that my daughter got her innoc
ence taken from her. Now that was fucked up!
“Who is that?” Breesha asked me, turning around and pointing towards my phone.
“Sharice’s stuipid ass,” I said and the phone rang again.
Breesha stared at me, giving me an I wish you would step out and answer the phone look, so, I chose the smart thing to do, which was to answer the shit right in front of her. Hell, it wasn’t like I was trying to hide something from her, so there wasn’t any sense of trying to be discreet about the situation.
“Fuck do you want Sharice? Damn,” I barked into the phone. I was in the middle of cursing her ass out when all of a sudden, she stopped me.
“Dontae, do you not remember me telling you that I have cancer?! Dontae, I am about to fuckin’ die and you are being real selfish right now! Please let me see my baby. I’m dying Dontae, damn! This will be the last thing that I will ever fuckin’ ask you for. Just let me see my baby,” she cried into the phone.
I didn’t know what to feel at the moment. I looked at Breesha. “What happened? What she say?” Breesha asked me. I ended the call.
“She got cancer. She says she’s about to die,” I told Breesha. Breesha looked at me stunned and took her seat back at the table. I watched as she bit the inside of her jaw constantly. She always did that shit whenever she got nervous about something or whenever she was racking her brain trying to think of something. I wanted to see whose side she was about to be on because I could already tell that some bullshit was bout to come from out of her mouth.
Breesha
