She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

  Montego Bay, Jamaica… three years later…

  “That was fun.” I smiled as Tony helped me from the shower. We’d just had sex in it, but it wasn’t your normal shower, which made it quite interesting.

  The house we were staying in, while on vacation, was so damn beautiful, equipped with a private beach, pool area, jacuzzi, and butler service. My friends and I had been cooking breakfast, but we let the chef handle lunch, dinner, and dessert. I would be so sad when we left next week.

  “Of course that shit was fun.” He kissed my collarbone.

  “Houston, give me my towel.” I giggled, watching him smile deviously before handing it over.

  “You look better naked. I ever tell you that shit? With clothes, I be like, she a cool seven, but when yo’ pussy out—”

  “Shut up!” I hit him before he pecked me.

  We needed to hurry up and get dressed before the babies woke up.

  Speaking of babies, now that my oldest son Houston was four years old, he was a terror but the sweetest little boy in the world to his mama. It was so hard disciplining him because I knew he meant well, just like his daddy.

  Once Tony and I were all fixed up and dressed, he went to wake them both up while I prepared breakfast.

  “Good morning, cutie.” I cooed at Houston when he walked in next to his father. Tony had gotten them cleaned and dressed while I cooked.

  “’Sup.” Houston Jr. nodded his little head up.

  “Don’t speak to ya mama like that. I told you that’s only for them hoes—I mean other people.” Tony corrected himself when I shot him a glare.

  “Sorry, Mommy.” Houston smiled cutely as Tony put him in the chair at the table. “I meant to say, good morning, beautiful.” His one dimple that matched mine showed as he cheesed his little ass off. He was going to be a heartbreaker for sure.

  Tony and I shared a laugh as he placed our other son Camden in the seat next to his brother. I guess God knew it would be wrong to bless me with two little tyrants, because Camden was not as bad as Houston. However, he was extremely sneaky, and you had to keep an eye on him at all times. They both looked exactly like Tony, however.

  “Hoes eat breakfast, Daddy?” Camden asked his father. He was two going on twenty-five.

  Tony had nicknamed him Crip Cam and still referred to Houston as Baby Cuz. My little boy had issues with being called a ‘baby’ still, but somehow, Tony convinced him that it was cool, so he wore it with pride now.

  “No, they eat roaches!” Houston Jr. frowned, correcting his brother as he ate some of the snack his father had given to tide them over.

  “Houston, do not let him talk like that!” I stared at Tony, who was trying not to laugh.

  I didn’t know why I didn’t think the way he talked would eventually spill over to them. They were around him a lot, and he placed no filter on his language.

  “These little niggas got minds of their own.” Tony shrugged as he came over to me. Rubbing my small bulge, he said, “Now when she get here, whatever she do is gon’ be on yo’ ass.” He was referring to our daughter still growing in my stomach, and I prayed he was right. That meant she’d be sweet like me.

  “Houston, Camden, do not say the word hoe. You talk like me, Mommy, not Daddy, okay?”

  “You said Nala was a hoe, Mommy.” Houston stared at me, eating a snack and awaiting my reply. Tony burst into laughter, making Camden do the same, even though I doubted he understood.

  I’d had no more issues out of Nala or any of Tony’s little ex hoes for a while now. And even new women he signed were already well aware of how I was, so they didn’t even try the shit.

  His other hoe from way back, Brielle, had gotten locked up for her mom’s murder, but since there was no evidence, they had to let her go. She moved to the Midwest with her husband as soon as them cuffs were off. It amazed me how she went from wanting a life with Tony, to marrying a square. But I guess because my nigga put her through the ringer, she went for the complete opposite of him.

  Joy had disappeared into the wind now that Carter wasn’t fucking with her and had a new girlfriend that actually liked him back.

  “’Cause she is a hoe.” Jilly walked into the kitchen, holding her daughter, Jillian’s, hand, talking about Nala.

  Jillian was adorable, looking like the perfect mixture of Jilly and Nehemiah. I wished my sons looked like me, but they only inherited this one weak ass dimple.

  “Jilly, please.” I chuckled.

  “See, Camarih, you and I have the same problem. I tell her not to talk like that around Timothy or Jillian, but her ass don’t listen.” Nehemiah shook his head, taking a seat at the table.

  Timothy wasn’t here on this trip, because it fell on Star’s time with him, and she wasn’t about to budge, of course.

  Jilly and Nehemiah had been doing great, both in their careers and with that personal life drama they’d once endured. That restraining order was like the magic key, because they never had to deal with Star anymore. It was unfortunate that Timothy had to have two separate birthday parties and stuff, but Jilly said he liked it.

  It was funny how Star tried to pretend on social media that everything was still good with her baby daddy, but the difference was so obvious. She did have a little boo now though, so hopefully, that was helping her continue to get over the fact that she’d lost Nehemiah. We weren’t exactly cool anymore, which was bound to happen, so I didn’t quite know the details of her personal life.

  Tony whispered something to Jilly, making her laugh, before going to sit down on the couch and starting up his video game.

  “Shit, I’m just in time.” Eitan walked in, and his son Elijah was running right with him as if he was gonna get a chance to play the game too.

  “It’s like I have two Eitans.” Rubie rolled her eyes. “But at least I have you.” She kissed Haleigh’s forehead.

  “I know. They’re annoying,” Haleigh agreed. She was only four but acted grown as hell; however, not in the bad way.

  For the last few years, Haleigh had been living with Eitan and Rubie full-time. Holli was adamant about signing over her parental rights to become a star, so finally Eitan gave in. However, although she was no longer responsible for Haleigh, her career was at a standstill because she didn’t change her behavior. All she did was party, shop, and do a few performances to keep that cycle going.

  Rubie had recently officially adopted Haleigh now that she and Eitan were married, which I thought was sweet of her. I swear you’d never know Haleigh wasn’t her real daughter unless someone mentioned it.

  “Good morning, ladies,” Wade walked in, holding he and Shanece’s daughter, Sadè, and greeted us all. He then kissed his wife, who was right behind him, looking refreshed, so I already knew what they just came from doing.

  Sadè was the cutest, and Shanece just loved her so much. Even though Shanece had accomplished a lot, including finally becoming CEO of Scene Magazine, I knew Sadè was her greatest feat.

  “What?” Shanece inquired after Wade went to sit on the huge sectional couch with Tony and Eitan.

  “Nothing. We just know you’ve been fucking.” Jilly raised her brow.

  “Jilly!” Nehemiah barked at his wife, and when they made eye contact, he gave a face to say ‘what the fuck?’. “Come on, baby.” He waved for Jillian to sit at the table with the rest of the kids who were embroiled in conversation with one another.

  “Elijah! Come here, cuz!” my son Houston shouted, making everybody in the kitchen and open floor living room area laugh. Elijah rushed over to see what he was trying to show him on the kiddie iPad.

  I guess they thought it was funny, but it was normal for him to talk that way, and I hated it.

  “Houston, do not call him cuz.” I let my son know, who nodded, giving me a wink with his bad ass.

  “Good morning, everyone. Did you need some help?” Amara entered the kitchen, taking a banana to eat. Ahmira, who was almost eight years old now, was right by her. Amara was about seven months pregnan
t, and she carried the belly well.

  “Umm, could you set the plates out?” I smiled at her after locating them.

  I admit I was surprised that Amara remarried Rahim. If homeboy would’ve asked me what I thought years ago, I would’ve said to let it go. I didn’t know Amara like that at the time, but as I got to know her, I realized I liked her more than I thought.

  From afar, I thought she was some holier than thou chick, but as we became somewhat friends, I admired her strength and how she whipped Rahim’s ass into tip top shape. She and Rubie had that in common, because after Eitan’s slip up with Frida, it took him a nice while to get back in good with Rubie.

  Even she and Shanece were cool, which I admit was quite weird, but Shanece was so not interested in Rahim that I guess it was okay. Rubie and I liked to mess with her sometimes and remind her that she slept with him, just because her disgusted reaction was hilarious. She didn’t hate him; she just wasn’t into him and didn’t see how she ever was.

  “Don’t be working my wife too much,” Rahim let us know, hugging Amara from behind and kissing her cheek.

  “Nigga, please… if you don’t go somewhere…” All of us ladies ran off different comments in response to his ignorant one.

  “Baby, please go before they jump you, because I will not help.” Amara nudged him, laughing at how we ripped him up a tiny bit.

  “Woooow.” Rahim took a seat at the table.

  “Okay, everybody, come sit down. We have to eat and then go have some fun!” Jilly called out, so everybody moved about to come sit at the large dining table, where the ladies and I had set the food out.

  Once situated, Rubie prayed over the food, and then we dug in, having minimal conversation since everybody was starved.

  “So how do you like preschool, Houston?” Rubie just had to ask.

  “I don’t,” he replied shortly, sounding just like his damn father.

  “He got in trouble the last time he was there before break, for being bad.” I looked at my son as I chewed some of the waffles. I had Camden in my lap, who always had to share a plate with me.

  “That bitch framed me!” he shouted, making me pop his little hand while everyone roared with laughter, pissing me off. “Sorry, Mommy.” He looked so sad, making me feel bad, so I kissed his cheek.

  “Sorry, Mommy.” Camden mocked him like he always did.

  “Shut up bitc—“ Houston Jr. caught himself when I cut my eyes at him.

  “Don’t mock your brother, or I’m gonna let him pinch you,” I whispered to Camden before pecking his plump cheek. He just looked at his father for help.

  “Can’t help you, Crip. Aye, but she did try to frame cuz,” Tony had the nerve to say, referring to our son’s original comment.

  Everyone continued chuckling and clamoring, as I looked at my husband to shake my head.

  “This is your son. I’m disowning him,” I told Tony who smirked.

  “Same way I’m never letting yo’ ass go, he not gon’ let you go. You know Baby Cuz love his mama.” He crashed his lips to mine, making me smile because it was true. “I love his mama too.” He pecked me again as everyone had their own conversations, including the kids, making a lot of noise.

  “I love you more—ah!” I jumped, laughing, because Tony had reached under the table to squeeze my inner thigh.

  “Don’t pinch Mommy, or, or I get real, real, real mad,” Camden let his father know, while shoving a piece of turkey bacon into his little mouth and causing everyone to light up with laughter.

  “Wait ’til you grow out of being all cute and shit. I’m boxing yo’ fucking head,” Tony replied to him, making our son giggle cutely.

  “Tony, they are both you.” Shanece spoke facts, while everyone commented to agree.

  If all of this was what you got from loving and giving your all to the hood’s finest, I would do it all over again.

  *FIN* …for real