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With weak eyes, I watched my husband as he went over to his dresser, picked my ring up, and put it back on my finger. I swear, I was too weak to even say thank you. He stood over me and laughed. A pillow rested between my legs because my pussy was still down there thumping something serious.
“I fucked you silly. You okay?” he asked.
“I still feel you inside of me,” I told him.
He laughed and then came around and got in the bed with me. He turned the light off in the room, using the remote, and then he spooned me from behind, resting his head in the crook of my neck.
“That head was amazing, shorty. Can I call you Supa head from now on?” he asked.
I let out a small laugh, but I never answered him because I fell asleep.
One month later
It was a little after six in the evening on a Friday. I’d just left from looking at a potential spot for my soul food restaurant/bar. I was going with the name Monty’s for it. After talking about the idea with my baby mama, she came up with naming it Monty’s since it was my nickname anyway. I fucked with it, so I ran with the name. I had big ass plans, and I just couldn’t wait for shit to get up and running.
My mama had Tegan, and she didn’t plan to give up her granddaughter any time soon, so I had a little time to spare. Now that Tegan was almost four months old, Trinity was more comfortable with her being out of her sight, so she would really just let me and my mama watch her. Trinity was back hosting her workout dance classes, and because I was on the side of town where her studio was, I decided to pop up on her. We were still taking this shit slow, but I’ll admit that the attraction was there.
On some real shit, I fucked with my baby mama on a level deeper than this co-parenting shit. It was her helping me out with these business ventures that was renting up a lot of space in my mind. Trinity was smart as fuck, and it took getting to know my baby mama for me to realize that shorty had a degree in business. That’s how she kept schooling me on a bunch of shit that I didn’t know yet. She was a damn good mother, and that shit right there is really what had me attracted to her. She was giving my daughter something good to look up to.
A few minutes later, I pulled up to the gold and white building that was named Trinity’s Dance Hall. I had always seen the business in passing, but I’d never taken the time to actually park my car and appreciate how nice the shit looked. She had her own storefront with floor to ceiling windows, and although all of the windows were tinted, I could still see a little of what was going on inside. It was packed, and as I headed to the door, I didn’t see shit but asses shaking. You would have thought we were at a strip club.
I swung the door open, and Juvenile’s “Back That Azz Up” was playing. The women were dancing, getting their work out on. The floor area was big, like a high school gym, with different pictures and things hung up on the wall. My eyes finally landed on my baby mama, who was in the front, leading the class. She was wearing an earpiece and doing the count down. Trinity made this shit look like it was so fuckin’ easy because she wasn’t even out of breath.
A couple of days ago, I had to watch Tegan for the whole day because Trinity got some knotless plaits or whatever the fuck y’all call them shits. They were pulled up into a bun. She wore a black Nike sports bra with a pair of Nike tights, and because I was looking at her through the mirror, I could see the little four-pack she had. Nike sneakers were on her feet.
They started twerking, and the way all that ass was back there jiggling, I swear that shit should have been a motha fuckin’ sin. I looked at my baby mama in awe as I watched her dance. Granted, I’d seen her do this shit on Instagram, but I had never seen her do it in person. There were poles in the room too because she did pole dancing cl
asses as well, but tonight, I think she was just hosting her hip hop class.
I stood with my back against the wall, watching for about five more minutes. Trinity saw me and questioned with her eyes if Tegan was okay. I let her know that everything was good, so she finished her class.
“Thank you, ladies. You all did an amazing job. For those of you who are coming for my class tomorrow, it’ll be salsa,” Trinity said through her earpiece.
Quite a few of the women came over to talk to her after the class ended. Some women were staring a nigga down as they walked out of the building. I knew they were trying to piece this shit together and see if Trinity and I were a couple, but that wasn’t their damn business. The last woman had finally walked out of the building, and then I walked over to Trinity, who was sitting down, drinking from a gallon of water. I swaggered my way over to her, watching with a smirk on my face as she drank from the water bottle.
“What?” she asked as she opened a granola bar from her small lunch bag.
She was still sweating. There were little beads of sweat on her forehead, her neck, her stomach, and I even saw a few on the top of her breasts. That shit was sexy as fuck, though. Plus, she still smelled good. I smelled that coconut scent that was damn near permanent on her skin.
“I see why you fuck good. You dance good. Throwing yo’ ass all the way the fuck around,” I told her, and she laughed.
Flashbacks of me fuckin’ Trinity came into my head. Yo, I know this so fucked up to say, but when I would double back on Trinity, man, that shit was for a fuckin’ reason. That pussy was too fuckin’ good, and Trinity was nasty as hell when we fucked, so nothing was off-limits with her.
“My new nigga is going to love it here,” she said, trying to be funny.
“Yeah, whatever. Get your new nigga fucked up all you want to. What’s up? Let’s go sit down somewhere and eat. After all that shaking yo’ ass, I know you hungry,” I said.
“I can eat. I need to go in the back and shower first then throw something on. All I have is sweats and a hoodie, so we gotta eat somewhere simple,” she said, and then she stood up from the floor and dusted off her ass.
“That’s cool. I called my mama on the way over here, and Tegan is asleep, so you ain’t gotta call round there, fuckin’ with her. My mama said you had called today five times in one hour. Chill out. My mama knows how to watch a baby. She raised me,” I told her.
She laughed like I said a joke or something.
“What? Why you laughing?”
I followed her to the back as she switched that fat ass around.
“You didn’t come out so perfect,” she sarcastically said.
