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She was staring at me strangely until she smirked.
“I take it that you ran into a few old flings out there as well. The leftover lipstick is still on your cheek. You can pick up her car seat. Let me just run to the back and get her diaper bag and her blanket,” Trinity said as she pointed to my cheek where Twinkle had kissed me, and then she left to go to the back.
I walked into her kitchen, grabbed a napkin, and wet it a little bit, so I could wipe the lipstick off my face that I didn’t even know about. By the time I finished, Trinity was joining me in the den. She had the Gucci diaper bag on her shoulders, and her arms were folded. I reached out and pulled her into me.
“How you know my mama or some old lady ain’t kissed me on my cheek?” I questioned.
She sucked her teeth and then rolled her eyes.
“Your mother doesn’t give me the impression that that pink is her color, neither does any other older lady,” she said and then let out a sarcastic laugh. “Monterius, you don’t owe me any type of explanation, though. I already told you, I ain’t about to nag you about shit because we ain’t together. Have your bitches, have your fun, just don’t have no bitches around my baby. I’ll knock their fuckin’ head off,” she told me.
I lifted her and sat her down on the kitchen counter. I could tell from her eyes that she was shocked by what I’d done because since I brought her home from the hospital, I hadn’t touched her.
“What if it’s you that I want to have fun with?” I asked with my hands on her thighs.
“In other words, what if it’s me that you want to fuck? Monterius, move! We not doing this! I thought you said you were taking us to see some spaces,” she said and tried to push me from in front of her.
“If I wanted to fuck you, shorty, I would have done the shit already. Chill. I ain’t even on that with you,” I said.
“You’re so fuckin’ cocky. You will not fuck me, and I mean that. All I am to you anyway is a bitch you got pregnant by accident,” she said and then released a hurt laugh before a couple of tears fell from her eyes.
I was so fuckin’ confused because I was only fuckin’ around with her.
“I’m sorry. I just never really said the shit out loud. I know that I’m not the woman you wanted to have your first baby with. I know you look at me and see Twinkle. I know you wish that I was Twinkle. You wish that it was her who gave you this beautiful little girl. The way you are with me now, you’ve never been like this with me before. All I ever was to you was somebody you would use to get your dick wet. It’s like you are giving me the leftovers of what you would have given to Twinkle because you know she doesn’t want you anymore. Maybe I’m being too hard on myself, but every time you say something nice or do somethi
ng nice for me, I just always think that if you and Twinkle had never broken up, I wouldn’t have you in the way that I have you now. Be honest with me, Monty. Would you have even been the least bit interested in me if you were still in a relationship with her?” she asked, looking up at me with big, watery eyes.
It was crazy because, on most days, Tegan looked just like me, but with Trinity having this sad facial expression, she looked just like our daughter. I sighed and then ran my hands down my face.
“Trinity, if I was still with Twinkle, I wouldn’t have looked at you or no other woman in that type of way because, how the fuck was I going to be in two relationships? I fucked around on Twinkle; that’s what I did, and I did that shit a lot. I wasn’t fuckin’ bitches to make them my second girlfriend. I know you said that I’m cocky, but Trinity, I can have just about any woman out here, so don’t think that I’m here with you since me and Twinkle ain’t together no more.
“I could always go to somebody else, but I’m choosing to pursue you because now that I’ve been around you more these days, I like the type of woman that you are. You got it made up in your mind that I’m trying to make you Twinkle’s replacement, and a nigga not even on that type of shit. I want something new. Why can’t you understand that?” I asked.
She raised her hand to wipe her eyes, and then she stared me dead in my eyes.
“Because I know how love works, Monterius. If Twinkle decides to leave her nigga today and come back to you, you’ll leave me in a heartbeat. I just don’t want to get hurt, so yes, my heart is guarded. I won’t let you hurt me, because then I’ll have to kill you,” she said, laughing through her tears.
I wiped the few tears that were still falling.
“Ima stop talking. We both just going to watch the way this shit plays out. You’ll see I’m not going to hurt you, though. Get Twinkle out yo’ fuckin’ head. Damn, I already got her out of mine,” I said and tapped her on her head for emphasis.
Every time I came around Trinity, it was always “Twinkle this,” and “Twinkle that.” It was me who had brought out all these insecurities in Trinity, though, so the same way I had put those insecurities there, I had to help remove them bitches. I said some fucked up shit to Trinity while she was pregnant, so the shit she just said about me wishing that Trinity was carrying my baby was just something that she’d heard me say. The day she had the gender reveal, that I didn’t go to, she said some fucked up shit out of anger. In turn, I did the same thing.
We were discussing a woman who was sprung off the next man. I wouldn’t even want no female who’s looking at the next nigga, all dickmatized. Fuck no! He can have her.
Two months later
“Baby, I hope it’s a boyyyy. I’m going to cry if it’s not,” I said, coming up to my husband and wrapping my arms around his neck.
I had revealed my hopes for the sex of our baby to him about ten times, and that was just for today. I can’t even give a solid number on how often I’d admitted to him how bad I wanted a son since I discovered that I was pregnant. If I had to guess, I would say over five hundred because I literally said it all the time. I wanted a chunky, handsome, hairy little boy, who looked just like my husband, but of course, I wanted him to have features like me as well.
Today was our gender reveal, and we were holding it in the backyard of our new home. The same beautiful home that my husband had shown me a couple of months ago on my birthday. I expressed to him every chance I could how much I adored the home and how much I wanted to raise our family there. This house had everything we could possibly need. It was an eight-bedroom home, and no, we didn’t need all this space, but I knew that in the coming years, our family would continue to grow. Who knows if all eight of these bedrooms would ever be occupied?
This house reminded me of something out of a magazine. Everything inside the home was new, top of the line, with a modern look that many people were going for these days. The driveway was huge enough to fit the three cars I had and the three that my husband had. Plus, there was still enough room to add more cars. This wasn’t even counting the extra garage space.
The front of our house reminded me of pulling up to a fancy restaurant where the valet would be standing outside, waiting to park my car. I never really envisioned that I would be living in a house this size because Lord knows I didn’t think I would find my mate, so I’ve always kind of been content with the townhouse that I used to own. Yes, I said used to own because my husband was so serious about getting my house put on the market and selling it.
Because Billionaire worked with houses and numbers for a living, and he knew his way around the market, my home was under a contract for a new buyer in less than a week, and I made a very pretty penny on the sale. I was fine financially because Billionaire handled all the bills. Once I was paid, my money was just pocketed. Since I had extra money to splurge, I was in the process of remodeling a church for my mother.
