She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

  Celebrity status didn’t mean shit to a nigga like me. I’d still beat yo’ ass and splatter yo’ shit same way I did before my name rang bells. Niggas knew that shit too, in every hood of LA.

  “Thanks again, Wacko.” Brooklen smiled up at me once she was out of the trunk.

  “Aye, why my girl in yo’ fucking trunk?” the initial nigga quizzed, trying to put on for his homies. I knew her ass lied about her nigga being at work.

  “Because that hoe do whatever the fuck I tell her to, cuz.” I moved closer in case he wanted to move something. He was elevated on the sidewalk, but since I had his ass in height, we were eye to eye.

  “Don’t you got a—”

  WHAM!

  Before he even got the chance to try to be disrespectful to my girl, I turned the lights out on his ass. He fell back onto his homies like a bitch fainting at a Chris Brown concert, as Brooklen tried to wake his mark ass up. Without saying shit else, I got in my car and took my ass home. I had a deadline.

  By the time I was in the house and reactivating the alarm, it was 10:55 p.m. I darted up the fucking stairs and into the bedroom. As soon as Camarih saw me, a devious smirk spread across her perfect ass face.

  “Thought a nigga wasn’t gon’ make it, huh?” I removed my hoodie as she chuckled. “Shit, I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “To shower and brush my teeth.”

  “No, give me a kiss.”

  I frowned, but then it hit me; her ass wanted to be sure I wasn’t trying to wash some bitch off. Coming closer to the bed, I kissed her a couple times. She started to undo my Hermes belt and jeans, but when I didn’t stop her, she shoved me away lightly.

  “Exactly.” I tread to the bathroom.

  I took my shower, then brushed, flossed, and rinsed with Listerine before going to see my son in his bedroom. Shit somewhat bothered me that he was asleep when I left and asleep when I got back. Then I missed the FaceTime call over Nala’s ass. I should smack that bitch next time I see her.

  “See what he did.” Camarih handed me her phone as soon as I came back into the bedroom.

  I looked at the photo on the screen, seeing my son with what looked like Camarih’s body butter mixture all over his little ass hands, feet, top of his head, and parts of his face.

  “How the fuck he get like this?” I got in the bed with her, laughing and handing her the phone back.

  “I left the mixture bowl on the nightstand, and his little ass crawled to it, making a mess.”

  “Take this off.” I started opening her robe.

  “No. Let’s watch a movie. You promised.” She cut the TV on and shut the lamp off.

  “Camarih, come on, let’s fuck first.” I kissed on her neck as she snickered.

  “No, because I’m going to fall asleep. Move, Houston, you promised.”

  Irritated, I sat with my back against the headboard as Camarih started the movie then cuddled up to me, allowing the comforter and sheets to cover our laps.

  She, of course, wanted to watch The Notebook. I’d never seen the shit before and didn’t want to. I’d heard about what this shit did to muthafuckas, but she was my fucking wife already, so I was gon’ chill.

  Halfway through the movie, I felt my dick getting harder every time I glanced over at Camarih. She smelled good as fuck and had now put her sexy ass legs on top of the covers. I could see half of my name that she had tatted on her inner thigh, skin glistening and shit. She had no bra on, so her nipples were poking through that fucking silk robe.

  “I could never be away from yo’ ass like this,” I threw out there, referring to the movie. I was hoping my statement got me some pussy.

  She pecked me, and that soon turned into some freaky ass tongue kissing. Next thing I knew, I was in them guts while the rest of that fuck ass movie played in the background.

  Mission accomplished.

  11

  Rubie Bailey

  “Oh my gosh!” I screamed in pain, feeling like I was going through some type of exorcism. When Camarih told me the whole process of giving birth was an indescribable pain, I wasn’t expecting this shit. I wanted to kill myself. “I am not having another baby!” I cried hysterically.

  “Rubie, relax, baby.” Eitan had the nerve to say, rubbing my head.

  “Relax? Are you the one about to push a human out of your dick!” I barked.

  I couldn’t believe I ever slept with his ass. I didn’t love him; I hated him. Matter fact, once this baby got out, if I was still alive, I was breaking up with his stupid ass. Relax… he’s got some fucking nerve.

  “Okay, Miss Bailey, we’re ready,” the doctor let me know.

  I’d been in pain all day long, now here I was with my legs cocked open to go with it.

  “I want a C-section,” I replied.

  “It’s way too late, Miss Bailey. This baby is coming out now. Okay, give me one good push.”

  What had I ever done wrong for God to make me experience this? Giving birth right now only made me hate men even more. Had Adam’s old gullible ass not ate that damn apple like God had told him not to, women would not even have to deal with such pain. Yet again, men had fucked up, and women had to suffer for it. Assholes. I was now a lesbian.

  “Ahhhh!” I screamed, giving my first push.

  “That was great! Another one!” my doctor hollered.

  There were three nurses in here with her, all looking at my poor formerly beautiful vagina being ripped open by some human that would cost me hundreds of thousands of dollars to take care of, and have the nerve to get smart with me down the line.

  “Arrgghhhh!” I clenched my teeth together to give a second and eventually third and a half push before, finally, my son was out and crying loudly.

  He was so small, but even from here, he was cute. The nurse brought him over to me once Eitan cut the umbilical cord, and as soon as I looked down into his face, my heart melted. I didn’t care how smart he got with me; I would never be able to yell at such a cute face.

  They removed him from my arms, moments later, to clean him up, and while he was gone, the nurses did the same to me. My body felt like it was still in shock from such a traumatic event.

  Once the nurses fixed me up and wheeled me back to my room, one of them gave me a spray bottle to let me know I could use that after I went to the bathroom at anytime, since I couldn’t use tissue to wipe right now.

  “He’s returned.” The nurse smiled, giving my baby back to me. We decided to name him Elijah, giving him a Hebrew name like his father.

  “You are the cutest.” I kissed his small rounded cheeks as Eitan looked on.

  “Looking like pops, that’s why.” He touched him.

  “Not even.” I allowed Eitan to peck me.

  Now that I wasn’t in as much pain, I was realizing I was in love with him again.

  We spent some time with our baby, and about two hours later, my father showed up. Eitan had texted him from my phone earlier, and he said he’d be here as soon as possible. When he entered, Eitan rose to shake his hand briefly before sitting back down.

  “Oh wow.” My father beamed, looking down at his grandson after kissing my forehead. “He’s got those good Bailey genes.”

  “I know!” I giggled. “And mixing that with Eitan’s, he’s perfect.”

  “Mhm,” my dad responded lowly. Turning to Eitan, he questioned, “Are you happy to be a father?” as he sat down in the free chair across from us. Eitan moved his chair to be back next to me now that my dad was out of the way.

  “Yeah, I am, definitely.”

  “Oh wait. This isn’t your first, correct?” My dad loosened a button on his Brooks Brothers suit jacket.

  “Nah, I have a one-year-old daughter named Haleigh.”

  “Where is her mother?”

  Oh no, no Dad. I already knew he had a motive and was about to grill Eitan hard. He’d met him before, but he didn’t know all he knew now when that last meeting happened.

  “Her mo
ther and I aren’t together. She and I weren’t together ever, really; we were just cool.”

  My father squinted his eyes, staring at Eitan and letting me know he didn’t like what he was hearing.

  “So you had a child with a woman that you had no interest in being with for the long haul?”

  “Daddy, do—” I was cut off when he put his hand up to me without even making eye contact. All of his attention was on Eitan.

  “It was an accident, Mr. Bailey. Trust me. My plan was to only have kids with a woman I love.”

  “So was this situation with my daughter an accident or something done on purpose?”

  “Nah, it wasn’t an accident; I love her.”

  “Okay, so where is her ring?”

  “Daddy!”

  “Be quiet, Rubie.” Finally, my dad glared at me, showing he wasn’t fucking around.

  “We just ain’t got around to it—”

  “We?”

  “I mean I haven’t had the time to propose the way I want to with all that’s going on. Rubie was pregnant, my career has me busy a lot, and so does hers.”

  My father nodded, taking Eitan’s words in.

  “Let me tell you two things, son; one, never make a child with a woman you don’t intend to marry—”

  “It was an accident.”

  “No, it was carelessness from you sleeping with a woman with no protection. I know sex is great, and even greater when a woman doesn’t require a commitment from you. You’re young, and you’re rich, but the quickest way young men like you go broke is by spreading their seeds all over the world.

  “My second thing I wanted to say is this is the last child you will have with my daughter, without a filed marriage certificate.”

  “I don’t plan on having another one before that.” Eitan stared right back at my father, showing he wasn’t afraid.

  “Good to know.”

  “I’m going to get something to eat. You want anything?” Eitan stood.

  “Yes. Anything you get is fine.” I half smiled, hoping he wasn’t upset with me. He probably thought I put my dad up to this.

  “Aight.” He kissed me gently, took the baby from me since he was sleeping, and put him in the clear crib, then left the room.

  “Daddy, why did you do that! This is supposed to be a happy moment!”

  “It is a happy moment. But Rubie, I love you and refuse to allow a daughter of mine to become some rapper’s baby mama.”

  “I’m not just his baby mama. He loves me.”

  “I’m sure he does, but until you have a ring, papers, and the rights to his shit if he dies, you’re just his baby mama. You think if homeboy died right now his stuff would go to you simply because he loved you?”

  “I didn’t say that. I’m just trying to explain to you that he and I are in love. Eitan is not like these other rappers who glorify mass chid producing and being unfaithful. He loves and respects me.”

  “The same guy who made a song talking down on you?”

  “He was angry.”

  “I’ve been angry at your mother, and I never once talked to or about her in that way. When you love somebody, you do not treat them badly just because you’re angry, Rubie.”

  He was making me so mad. If he wasn’t my dad, twice my size, and if I wasn’t in all this paralyzing pain, I would jump across the room on his meddling ass.

  “You don’t get it.” I folded my arms and looked away angrily.

  “No, baby girl, you don’t get it. I’m a man, Rubie.” He walked over to sit in the chair next to me that Eitan had once been in. “Look at me.” I did as he asked, so he continued. “I want you to be married for love, but also because you have a child now, and you need to secure his future. “

  “I have my own money.”

  “You do, and I am proud of that, truly. But just because you have money does not give Eitan a get out of jail free card on his responsibilities. Marriage is something that ensures he cannot prance off, leaving you with all these burdens. And if he loves you like you both claim he does, he will marry you as soon as possible, and not after another baby is born.” My dad got up. “I mean it, Rubie Bailey. The next time you end up pregnant, it better be within wedlock.”

  “Okay! Can we get back to admiring my adorable baby now?”

  “Of course.” He smiled.

  By the time my dad left, Eitan had come back with some food from Tendergreens. I was so happy and starved at the same time. It was quiet as he set up everything for me on my tray table, and then he sat down, doing the same for himself.

  “I’m sorry, baby.” I spoke up, eating some of the piping hot mashed potatoes.

  “For what?”

  “My dad. And I swear I did not tell him to say any of that stuff. I’m fine; I know we will be engaged and married soon.”

  Eitan said nothing as he ate some of his dish. I just stared at him, wondering why he didn’t respond at all.

  Finally, he said, “You don’t need to apologize for that shit. Plus, he’s right.”

  “He is?”

  “Yes. I love you, and I know ain’t nobody else out there for me. Out of respect, I should have already asked you to be my wife.”

  Now I felt foolish for apologizing.

  “Oh.” I ate some more of the potatoes. “But we’ve been too busy.”

  “When are we not gon’ be busy? We’re young as fuck. We ain’t retiring soon, right?”

  “Right.” I giggled. “If you agree with him, then why do you seem upset with me?”

  “I’m not upset with you or him. I’m embarrassed.”

  “Embarrassed?”

  “I shouldn’t have needed another nigga to tell me something like that. Shit, how Wacko propose and get married before my ass?”

  We laughed in unison.

  “Yeah. I’m still baffled that Tony Wacko has a wife. If I wasn’t at the wedding myself, I wouldn’t believe it.”

  “Shit, same. I’ve known the nigga for ages it seems. The girlfriend and baby shit was shocking in itself, but the marriage took the cake, no pun intended.”

  “Yes, I know! If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me if Camarih was really his wife.”

  We chuckled together before it slowly dissipated.

  “Don’t trip though, baby.” He nodded, chewing some of his salad. “I’m gon’ do some good shit for you.”

  “Okay.” I simpered.

  Even though my dad was way too aggressive and mean to my baby for my liking, I guess his little speech worked in my favor.

  I knew Eitan loved and only wanted me, but at the end of the day, he was a rapper, and they were accustomed to a certain lifestyle. I didn’t want him changing down the line, leaving me high and dry with no ring and multiple crumb snatchers. A marriage was definitely wanted and needed.

  Just two weeks later…

  I smiled subtly as I watched my Keurig finish making my decadent hot chocolate. I could not wait to down it while watching some television. I’d just gotten Elijah to fall asleep, and I wanted to take advantage of it before he woke up and was attached to me again. Breastfeeding was so damn painful, and I didn’t know how women did it without crying and screaming.

  I heard the doorbell sound off throughout our house, making me freeze up, hoping it didn’t wake the baby. Yes, the doorbell was soft, but my son seemed to wake up over the smallest thing. If you bit a crunchy cookie a little too hard, his little eyes would fly open.

  Grabbing my cute pink mug, I pranced to the door and looked at the camera to see Camarih. I was just thinking of her this morning because I wanted a facial… no, needed a damn facial.

  My once beautiful, supple, dark skin felt like it was made of concrete at the moment, since I hadn’t done my usual skincare routine once I hit seven months. Lately, it’d just been a quick wash and moisturize, nothing fancy. And now that little Elijah was actually here, I was lucky to get more than a hot towel on my face during a quickie shower.

  “Hey!” I beamed.

  Ca
marih smiled back, looking as beautiful and moisturized as ever. I felt drier all of a sudden. She had on some jeans that fit her thick figure, a sleeveless lace Wolford bodysuit, and some Cult Gaia heeled sandals. Her perfume was sweet, like always, mixing nicely with the familiar smell of one of her butters. Her golden curly hair was slicked back into a perfect ponytail, and she wore no makeup, but she didn’t need it. Frankly, I couldn’t tell the difference.

  “Hi, how are you feeling?” She put her Birkin on her arm so that she could hug me.

  “Um, I’m feeling like someone pulled all of my insides out then put them back in but not where they go.”

  “Sounds about right.” She chuckled, and I followed suit, shutting the front door behind her.

  “Oh my gosh. You look so pretty and smell so nice. I miss the days when dressing up and stuff was the normal. These maternity tights are gonna be worn the fuck out.” I pointed down.

  “Girl, I understand. I hated having to dress up at first when Houston was born, but Tony wanted me to come to events, and I’ll be damned if I was gonna be looking bummy in front of them hoes who like him.”

  “I know that’s fucking right!”

  We giggled and chatted some more as I led her to the baby’s room so she could see. We discussed him for a little longer, then went to the kitchen since we were both hungry. I had some roast chicken in the crockpot since last night, but that was for my man, so I made us some spaghetti really quickly.

  I put together our plates then grabbed two water bottles from the stainless-steel fridge, before joining Camarih at the table.

  “So I did come over to see you and the baby, but also for Tony.”

  “For Tony?”

  “Yes. He’s been waiting for the magazine shoot and interview questions that you’re supposed to send over for the Gangstar Girlz. The issue they’re supposed to be in drops this summer.”

  “Oh my gosh.” I dropped my fork.

  “Yeah, he was about to come over here, but I told him I would talk to you.”

  “Thank you so much. He would kill me!”

  “Yes. He’s pretty upset.” Camarih twirled the noodles around her fork. “So do you have the questions?”