She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

  The priest smiled at us both and began speaking over the wedding.

  After a few words, he said, “If there is anybody here that objects to—”

  “Skip that part, cuz,” Tony let him know.

  “It’s just procedure—”

  “I said skip that shit. Don’t nobody in this muthafucka object to shit.”

  “If—”

  “Skip it.” Tony unbuttoned the single button of his pure white tuxedo jacket to show the priest his gun locked in his waist. To say I was ashamed was an understatement. Thankfully, the priest moved right along.

  “The bride would like to say a few words to her groom before we officiate.” The priest nodded toward me with a sympathetic smile. I could tell he wondered why I wanted to marry someone like Tony.

  “I just want to say, Houston, that I love you. You are everything I just knew I didn’t want until I met you. Even though you’re the complete opposite of me, we somehow fit perfectly together. I’m blessed to have met you, because you’ve shown me what it feels like to be loved by somebody and for someone to care about you more than themselves. I’m so in love with you, and every day, I fall deeper in love.

  “I will always be there for you, no matter what happens. I will never not love you or care for you, and I can’t wait to be your wife.” I sniffled a little bit.

  The whole time I spoke to Tony, he just stared at me, making me even more nervous. He kept my hands in his, but I couldn’t read his face. I could hear some of the guests tear up, but I kept my eyes on my groom.

  “Okay, Camarih, repeat after me—”

  “Let me say some shit first.” Tony cut in on the priest.

  “No, you don’t have to. It’s okay.” I shook my head. Tony was a loose cannon, and you just never knew what he was going to say or do. This shit he wanted to say was not a part of the plan. Only I was supposed to have custom vows.

  Ignoring me, he took a deep breath. “I don’t really get into all this lovey-dovey type shit, but I think it’s important as fuck you know how much a nigga loves you.

  “When I first saw you at that Chinese food spot, if a nigga had said we’d be here right now, I probably would’ve busted him in his shit for wishing this type of bullshit on me. I only wanted a fucking donut that day, but the smell of the chow mein and shit, next door, reeled me in.” I shut my eyes, hoping he wrapped this up, because I felt like it was going left. “Anyway, I love everything about you, how nice yo’ ass is, how fucking corny you are, our conversations, and that muthafuckin smile that can light up a damn room. Even better is when I’m the reason behind that fucking smile.

  “I knew I loved yo’ ass when I realized just knowing you was happy as fuck had me in a good ass mood. No matter what the fuck went down that day, if when I got home to you, you had that corny ass grin on yo’ face, all was straight with a nigga. Niggas be on some forever type shit because they know life is gon’ be a wrap one day, but on my mama, if this life shit was eternal, I would still fuck with you the way I do and wife yo’ ass.” Letting go of my hands, he pulled me into him and lifted my veil.

  “Houston—” My voice was almost inaudible, because his words had hit me deeply, and I was still dizzily wrapped up in them.

  “I love kissing you.” He pecked me. “I love fucking you, and when I’m not with you, I miss yo’ ass. I’m obsessed with you, and knowing I can’t have you forever for real for real, beyond death doing us part and shit, fucks with me. It just shows you how greedy a nigga is for you.” He kissed all over my lips and neck as he talked.

  “Baby…” I whimpered softly. This shit was unexpected, especially from Tony.

  Not caring about the tradition of keeping my veil over my face until the end anymore, I reciprocated the kiss, and everyone stood there silently watching until we finally parted ways.

  “Aye, y’all don’t let this once in a lifetime soft shit fool you muthafuckas into thinking I won’t bust a cap in you niggas.” Tony faced the wedding party. “Come on, cuz, finish.” He looked to the priest.

  The priest had us repeat the traditional vows, exchange rings, and then we got to kiss again. The whole wedding party cheered for us as we started back down the aisle, but Tony stopped to pick up our son from Jilly.

  Everyone went to a large room we’d set up as the reception hall, while I changed into my reception dress, then they all spread out to allow Tony and I our first dance.

  The lights lowered, and first we danced to “It’s Whatever” by Aaliyah, and lastly to “For Real” by Amel Larrieux since Tony wanted one slightly upbeat song. He originally suggested “Gangsta’s Paradise” by Coolio, but I said hell no. What the fuck?

  I smiled up at him, and like usual, he kept his cool, delivering a soft kiss to my lips whenever we made eye contact.

  We finished our dance, cut the cake, and chilled with everyone for a little bit, before changing clothes and then heading to the airport to board the private jet for our honeymoon in Milan.

  “Your vows were so perfect, baby. Did you write that down?” I asked as we relaxed in the rounded bed on the jet. Baby Houston was fast asleep with his adorable self, in his portable crib next to us.

  “Nah. Some cornball ass nigga I saw hanging around the studio wrote it for me.” He looked to me as my jaw dropped. “I’m fucking with you, Buttascotch. But nah, I ain’t write shit. I wasn’t expecting to speak. I was just in the fucking moment. Hearing you be all on my dick in yo’ speech had a nigga in his feelings. I feel human when I’m with yo’ ass ’cause of how much shit I feel for you.”

  “Aww, baby, I loved it.” I caressed his face as I talked softly against his lips. “I love you so much,” I added lowly in between pecks as he started to undress me.

  Today was nothing short of perfect…

  1

  Camarih Terranova

  Present Day…

  Grabbing some gloss from my purse, I spread it across my lips then fluffed out my curls. I was at the doctor for my usual gynecologist checkup and had just put my clothes back on.

  When I heard the doctor re-entering, I got back onto the examination table, checking the time on my Rolex. It was my favorite one because it was a Plain Jane. All the other ones Tony got me were decked out in diamonds and brought about too much attention for everyday wear.

  “Okay, Mrs. Terranova. Usually, if anything is wrong, we will call you, and if everything is fine, we would just send you a three year appointment card in the mail—”

  “Okay—”

  “However,” she opened the folder in her hand and moved closer toward me, “why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”

  “’Cause I’m not,” I replied quickly.

  “Yes you are, honey. We had you pee in a cup when you first arrived and—”

  “I know I peed in the cup, but maybe they got it mixed up, because I am not pregnant.”

  “You’re making it sound like it’s impossible. You’re young, sexually active, and very healthy, Mrs. Terranova. You’re not far along at all, about two and a half weeks, so that is probably why you didn’t know yet.”

  “Right, well thank you.” I climbed down slowly, still shocked.

  I didn’t know why I was surprised considering everything my doctor said was in fact true. Also, Tony and I fucked like rabbits.

  “Since you’re surprised, I will let you go today, but I want you to make an appointment so I can look at the baby as soon as possible, okay?”

  “Okay, I will.”

  After offering a half smile, I tread out of the room and eventually the building. I felt weird at first, hearing that I was pregnant, but then a part of me was excited. My son was already a handful, so being with child while handling him would surely be a full load, but I loved being a mommy more than anything. I simpered at my thoughts as I started my car to head home.

  I was pulling into the roundabout driveway about forty-five minutes later and spotted Jilly’s car. She’d been here to watch my son while I went to the doctor. Usually, I would ta
ke him places like that with me, but he didn’t like being in his stroller or carrier for long anymore. When he was awake, he wanted to be out and in your business, just like his damn daddy.

  As soon as I entered the house, I followed my son’s version of talking to the den to see him in the middle of his toys, making a lot of noise.

  “Oh my gosh, you’re back. He is so bad.” Jilly laughed, hopping up to hug me as if I were saving her life.

  “No he is not.” I put my purse down, chuckling before I picked him up. Like always, Houston lit up upon seeing me, excitedly waving his little arms up and down as I kissed his fat cheeks. “Mommy’s baby isn’t bad, huh?” I cooed at him.

  “Let’s see… he pulled my hair, kept flipping over his food bowl, and was screaming angry baby words at me as he banged on his highchair. When I pretended to cry like you suggested, he laughed.” Jilly placed her hand on her hip as her left eyebrow went up.

  I tried not to snicker at Jilly’s pain.

  “I’m sorry. Whenever I pretend to cry, he calms down.”

  “Yeah, for you, same way Tony only acts like he has sense, for you.”

  We chortled in unison before I said, “Very true.”

  I took my son to the kitchen to feed him, and he cooperated perfectly, causing Jilly to comment on it, which was hilarious. She helped keep him occupied with some of his learning flash cards, while I prepped dinner, and then after a little conversation, she left.

  By the time the dinner was done, I had gotten my son to sleep, so I took a hot bubble bath, spread lotion over my body, and then wrapped myself in a silk robe to brush my teeth at the beautiful marble double sink.

  “Just in time.” Tony entered our bathroom, coming up behind me to caress my frame. “I was hoping Baby Cuz would still be up.”

  “Why?” I quizzed after spitting out the mouthwash and drying my lips. “The later in the night he stays up, the harder it is to get his little unruly ass to go to sleep.”

  “Unruly? He ain’t fucking unruly. He just showing you what the fuck a real nigga is supposed to be like.”

  “A real nigga?” I looked to Tony through the mirror and laughed at how dead serious he was. “He is a baby.”

  “Baby real nigga. Just ’cause cuz want his respect, y’all act like he’s bad. Cuz gon’ be just like his daddy.” He hugged my body from behind and kissed the side of my neck.

  “His daddy is crazy.”

  “His mama likes that shit though.” He pressed his dick against my ass, making my body respond thermally.

  Tony ran his hands up my silk robe, slipping one between my legs.

  “You want another baby?” I quizzed.

  “One day,” he replied, making me face him before he picked me up to carry me from the bathroom. His response bothered me a tiny bit. “You smell so muthafuckin good.” He pressed his lips between my breasts since the robe was open a little bit.

  “One day like when?”

  “I don’t know.” He brushed it off, laying me back on the bed to kiss all over me.

  “You don’t know when you want to have a baby, but you’re currently trying to fuck me? Will you be using a condom?” My words caused his head to pop up from planting kisses on my chest, as he stared me in the eyes, face riddled with confusion. “I didn’t think so, nigga.” I tried to get up and from under him, but he snatched my bicep roughly, keeping me in place.

  “Fuck is yo’ problem, Camarih?”

  “Nothing. Let me go.”

  “I’m not letting go of shit. Answer the muthafuckin question ’fore you piss me off. Running yo’ fucking mouth like I’m one of these pussy ass niggas. Act like you know.” He spoke sternly, eyes warning me much more than his words as he hovered over me.

  “You don’t want another baby with me.” I frowned.

  “I ain’t say that shit. You asked if I wanted another one, and I said one fucking day, now yo’ ass is going off about some bullshit.” He stared at me, so I looked off before a tear rolled down my cheek. “Camarih.” He turned my head using my chin. “What the fuck is wrong with you? What did I say?”

  “I want you to be happy about it. You weren’t happy the first time, and you’re not gonna be happy this time.” I looked down into my lap, twiddling my thumbs.

  Getting down on his knees so he could look up into my face, he asked, “Happy about wha—” He stopped himself and rose to his feet before sitting beside me. “Come here.” He pulled me into his lap. His strong arms always felt nice wrapped around my body. “I was fucking happy the first time.”

  “No, you told me to get rid of him.”

  “I said that shit because I was pissed at you for telling me you was fucking with another nigga. You remember that bullshit.” I smirked subtly, causing him to add, “Exactly. But I had feelings for you, even though a nigga ain’t want to, and knowing you was having my baby had me low-key elated as fuck.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. Shit, the fact that I nutted in you and put a baby in you meant I had 100 percent opportunity to murk any nigga who tried to fuck with you, and all rights to stalk yo’ ass.” Placing his big hand on my flat stomach, he said, “I love yo’ ass; you feel that shit. I love my son, and I love this one too.”

  “I know. Just wanted to be sure you wanted this.”

  “What I always tell you?”

  “That I wasn’t meant for them other niggas. I was meant for you.”

  “That’s some real shit. My wife, my rider, my baby.” He kissed me gently after every name. “You know a nigga hate that even though we in this shit forever, forever ain’t really forever.”

  He was definitely getting some pussy tonight and some sloppy deep throat.

  “We’ll be together after death too.” I pecked his lips. His cologne danced up my nose, making me smile softly.

  “Yep, even if only one of us is dead.” He gave me a look to let me know what was up, causing me to laugh. “I’m serious as a muthafucka, Camarih. If I’m dead, you dead too.”

  I chortled loudly, making him eventually do the same, even though I believed he told no lies.

  “I hope it’s a girl.” I cheesed.

  “We can prepare that ass for the nunnery if it is.”

  “No, Houston!” I laughed heartily as he smirked.

  “You so fucking beautiful, Buttascotch.” He pressed his nose to mine before we pecked.

  “Thank you.”

  I watched him as he kissed my collarbone while groping my bare thighs tightly. His teeth dug into his bottom lip as his eyes wandered over my body in this very short and thin garment. He finally regained eye contact with me, and we got right to passionately kissing as his hand ran up under the robe.

  “I think we—”

  “Nah, no more talking. We about to fuck.” He promptly cut me off, and I obliged.

  I’d brushed, flossed, and rinsed with Listerine before showering, and now I was stepping out, feeling refreshed. I had a lot to do today, but I wasn’t stressed about it. I loved what I did for a living and loved even more the fact that I worked for myself.

  “Aight.” Tony spoke to me as soon as I emerged from the bathroom into our large bedroom.

  “When will you be back?” I quizzed.

  I hated when he worked long hours and when I would fall asleep before he came home. I even tried setting alarms for myself to wake up before he got here, but I was always too tired. I would just feel and smell him when he slid into the bed with me.

  What I loved was that he always came home. It baffled me when I would see women who were in relationships with men in the music business, saying how it was normal for their nigga to not come home or to go missing for days. It may have been normal for them, but I would kill Tony.

  “Shooting for before nine p.m.” He was in the doorway, but as he replied to my question, he made his way back over to me. Slipping his arms around my body, he hugged me tightly, kissing my lips then nuzzling his face into my neck. He felt strong and smelled good as hell, like usual. �
�I meant what I said last night,” he spoke lowly.

  “I know.” I gave him a half smile when he pulled back some to peer down into my face. We shared another kiss, this time much deeper, and then he was out of the door.

  Moments after, as I spread some of my own product all over my body, I was still smiling about our encounter. An hour later, I was dressed and went to get my baby, who was already ready to go, before heading downstairs.

  I pulled his stroller from the closet and then went to the kitchen to get some of his snacks to put in my baby bag, when I spotted yellow roses, three Chanel shopping bags, and a Bvlgari bag. I secured my baby in his stroller and then opened my gifts, reading the card after it all.

  Thank you for cuz #2 - T.W.

  I chuckled reading what Tony had written before putting it back up. It felt good to know he was excited about this baby and had been about our first one.

  After putting away my gifts, except the Bvlgari one, which was a beautiful platinum diamond band that I wanted to wear right now, I left the house.

  The first stop was by the warehouse where my products were being shipped. I went by there every single day except weekends, because we didn’t ship anything out past Friday. I always wanted to be sure everything was packaged perfectly and with care.

  I didn’t want people who’d been supporting me since day one to think now that I’d gotten a little money in the bank, I didn’t care about quality. That was also why I tested each batch that was made for two weeks before I would post on my website that it was restocked. Yes, it was a lot of extra work, but it kept my customers happy and kept the money rolling in.

  I still couldn’t believe that my take-home money after re-investing into my business was $85,000 a month. In the fall and winter months it was even higher since more people wanted to stay moisturized during that time. I saved fifty percent of my take-home, and then the rest was for bills, my baby’s needs, and then a little bit shopping. But most of my shopping was done with Tony’s money, so I was saving more than intended each month.

  After the warehouse, my son and I had some lunch, and then I went to my spa to do some facials.