by Belleza
“That doesn’t mean you ain’t her pop bro. You said the shit run in Qwinae’s family, so she might be able to give Za’naa her bone marrow.”
I ran my hand over my head and leaned back in chair finally facing Johan and Asahd who both look just as bothered as I was.
“I don’t give a fuck about the paternity part. I just need this bitch down here now. Za’naa is only getting weaker and weaker—”
My voice trailed off and I felt my eyes burning with tears that were threatening to fall. I was in a tug of war. At this point she needed the transplant to be stable enough to go through chemo. I was a strong man, but this right here was enough to bring me down to my knees.
“What’s her number? I’ll call the bitch myself. Matter fact, I’ll bring her to you,” Asahd rambled.
Shaking my head, I quickly wiped away a tear and pulled my vibrating phone out of my pocket and it was Qwinae. God must’ve sent her a sign that we were gonna be across the country turning the state of California upside down.
I got up from my seat in the office and walked out sliding over the green icon.
“So I gotta blow ya phone up to get ya damn attention?” I hissed angrily.
“I was busy. You know I have three other children to take care of compared to ya two. How’s the new baby?”
“Cut ya bullshit, Qwinae,” I spat with venom gripping my phone wishing it was her neck. If I didn't need her I would’ve traveled to California and killed her myself. Fuck them other kids. My daughter is what mattered and she wanted to make this shit a game. “This ain’t about my son. Our daughter is in the hospital with Leukemia. She got transferred days ago to St. Jude and she’s in need of a bone marrow transplant.”
The line got quiet and I pulled my phone from my ear to make sure she didn’t hang up. She was still there. “Yo!”
“Give her the transplant,” was all she said.
“Bitch! Don’t you think that was the first fucking option! I wouldn’t have been on ya top if it was that fucking easy. I’m not Za’naa’s match.”
“And what makes you think I’m her match?!” she belted out. “Did you call my parents? Their daughter is the one that had Leukemia.”
“Their daughter is your fucking sister and I damn sure ain’t make Za’naa with her! You clearly carry it. They said I’m clear of it.”
“I don’t have Leukemia!”
“Oh my fucking God,” I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose so I can calm down. I’m sure if I kept airing her out she was going to do nothing but bang on me. “Look, this isn’t about you! Za’naa need you and all I’m asking is that for once in her life you be here. Come down to the hospital and get this done and you may not have to hear from us again.”
She got quiet again and blew out a deep breath. Fuck she was stressed for?! The crazy part is Keira asked to see if she can donate bone marrow for Za’naa and she was her mother. Just like me, she could’ve possibly not be a match, but she was front and center ready to do what it took to make sure my daughter got her health back.
“Where is she? And how am I going to get there?”
“She will be getting transferred to New York today. I’ll pay your plane ticket to get there. I need you ASAP so you will be on the plane in a few hours.”
“A few hours?! I got fucking kids.”
“They can’t come to the damn hospital. Find a babysitter. You’ll be back in a few days.”
“Baby sitters cost money.”
I released a deep frustrated breath. This bitch was not going to make this easy for me.
“How much?”
“Well for my time and babysitter I need twenty-five grand.”
“What?! Bitch who you think going to get to watch ya kids? And you saying your time as if this ain’t about ya child.”
“You’re putting my life in danger asking me to go through that procedure. What if I need that bone marrow I give her?”
I dropped my phone from my ear and rubbed my face. I don’t care what I had to do I was going to get her slimey ass down this side of the country. She better hope whoever had her kids would look after them like they were theirs because I was done with her ass. She had enough passes and her last comment topped it. It was all about money to her. Little do she know she couldn’t spend money buried six feet underground.
“A’ight man. I’ll send you a few stacks for the babysitter and you get the rest once you’re done with the procedure,” I bargained. “I don’t trust you so that’s the way it’s going to go.”
“Fine, send my money and the flight information,” she replied banging on me before I can respond.
“Aye, boss man,” someone called out from behind me. Inhaling, I pocketed my phone and pivoted on my heels to see who was calling me. “Some woman out here tripping. She wants to cop but she saying she ain’t getting shit unless it’s from you. Shawty making it hot and I ain’t trying to go down over no crackhead brawd.”
Instead of responding, I followed him further to the front of the trap wondering who this woman was. If she was a crackhead I damn sure ain’t know her.
“Ebony?” I said in shocked seeing her standing in the trap dressed from head to toe looking like she stepped off the runway, but asking for some crack. “What you doing here?”
“I came to do business, but your minions are making it a big deal I don’t want to go through them. Let them know they’ll still get paid.”
“Aye, bitch, I ain’t nobody minion. I’ll have your ass sucking my dick for a rock, keep fucking around,” a worker called out to her and I held my hand out for him to shut the fuck up. My head was already throbbing having to deal with Qwinae’s selfish money hungry ass. I ain’t want to referee an argument between them either.
“Come on,” I summoned her and I turned to walk back to the office where my brothers were. Her heels clicked against the tiled floors and the men in the building all had a thing or two to say about her. As snooty as she was, she was bad as fuck. She walked up in fitted one piece wanting to entice someone. I just hope that somebody wasn’t me because I wasn’t for the shit today.
“Talk,” I said stepping inside of the office and she stopped in her tracks and shot my brothers a look.
“We can’t talk in private.”
“Look, I had a long ass fucking day. Matter fact most of my days been that way. I’m tired and aggravated. My brothers ain’t worried about you so state your piece or bounce.”
“I’m out anyway. I’ll hit you up in a few to finish our conversation,” Johan stated coming to the table and dapping me up.
Ebony had her eyes trained on him and licked her glossed lips as he walked past. Johan simply shook his head and keep it pushing. Yes, I use to fuck her but that was just it. Ebony had her shit together but she was a freaky ass hoe that had no shame in her game. She knew of Johan and Asahd and I was sure she would allow them to stick their dick in every hole in her body. The thing is my brothers weren’t like that at all. Even Asahd with his past hoeish ways wouldn't touch Ebony with a ten foot pole.
“You better stick that nasty ass tongue back in ya mouth. He don’t want you,” Asahd told her with a grit.
“Oh, so you must do.”
“You feeling yaself,” he laughed raising from his seat as well. “Bro I’ll holla.”
And just like that Ebony cleared the fucking room out leaving me stuck with her. Something I did not want.
“Finally, I have you to myself,” she smiled locking the door behind her.
“Nah, Ebony, I ain’t fucking with you. What you doing here asking for crack?”
“What?! I ain’t ask for no damn crack. I wanted to buy some coke for a friend. Why go through the middle men when I can come straight to you?”
“All the shit is the same. You expected a discount?”
She laughed and sashayed over to me swaying her medically enhanced hips with each step. As fucking upset I was it didn’t stop my dick from bricking up.
“No, not a discount. I was thinking about a li
ttle gift along with my purchase.”
She made herself comfortable on my lap and hummed as she grinded her fat ass onto my manhood.
“You miss me.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do! Your little girlfriend is cute with a little something something, but face it, Zayne, you’re a grown ass man,” she told me. “You need a grown ass woman that can handle every inch of you. I bet you she doesn’t do it like me.”
I stared at her thinking about all the nasty shit we use to do. Yes, she was a freak. I loved that about her, but Keira was my girl. My Queen. The mother of my child. That alone was way more than someone that was capable of draining me which she did well too.
Snapping out of my daze, I pushed her off my lap and adjusted myself.
“How much you want.”
“Fuck the coke. Let me suck it.”
I groaned inwardly.
FUCK!
“I’m good. How much coke you want?”
Ebony placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. “Are you serious? Zayne doesn’t turn down a dick suck.”
“The single Zayne doesn’t. What you want? I got things I gotta do.”
“Ya girl must got you on a leash?” she giggled. “Fine, I need a thousand.” She placed her purse on my desk and rummaged in it until she pulled out a roll of money and counted out ten 100’s. “How long will it take?”
“Hold up,” I replied not touching the money. I got my phone back out of my pocket and called up one of the men out front. “I hope you ain’t fucking with that shit.”
“If I was would you care?”
“I’m just saying. I wouldn’t think you’d be down to do that shit.”
“What’s the difference between coke and weed?”
“A big difference.”
Ebony just smiled. Even in her early 40’s she was still looking good as fuck. She never wanted anything serious which made our sexual encounters smooth. She got her nut, and gave me multiple, we blew it down and then went our separate ways.
Before she can say anything else, the door opened and my worker came in with a brown bag. He handed it to her and she snatched it from him and then walked over to me.
“If you need me, I’m still here,” she whispered in my ear and kissing my earlobe before she gave me a full view of her fat ass as she walked out the door.
ASAHD
“If Zayne and Keira are both here, who is with Naa in New York?”
I glanced over at Camille who was next to me buckled up with a concerned look on her face. It hit us all hard and out of the blue that Za’naa was sick. We all had to help out especially with a newborn and my baby on the way. Camille even volunteered to go up there a few days, but her ass needed to stay home.
“Ern and Shirley is there for now. Zayne had a few things to take care of down here and Keira can’t take the baby there.”
“This is so stressful. Do you think Za’naa will be back home in time for Christmas?”
I bit my bottom lip wanting to say yes, but I knew the chances were slim. She was just diagnosed and it was pretty strong being as though it wasn’t caught early. In a matter of days Za’naa went from the vivacious little brat to just a dull shell of herself.
I was hurt like fuck. Had me questioning if there was really a God. If there was, why muhfuckas had to hurt like this? Fuck an adult but a damn kid!
“I don’t think so. Zayne had to fight with her damn mother to come do the bone marrow transplant.”
“Is she a match?”
“We don’t even know. We hope she is since that Leukemia shit came from her family.”
“If she ain’t a match I’ll try.”
“And no the hell you won’t!” I spat shooting her a glare.
“She’s my fucking niece.”
“She’s mine too! I appreciate you for even wanting to go through that because her damn mom acting like a nut. You’re pregnant though, even if they allowed you to do it. I wouldn’t let that happen it’s too much of a risk.”
I lifted her balled up fist and kissed it, so we both can calm down. There was no reason why we should be arguing over this. Everyone's emotion was running high.
I palmed her round stomach and rubbed it and she relaxed instantly. “You getting my baby too damn hype. Calm your ass down.”
“He’s alright. I just want Naa to feel better and be home to open her gifts.”
“Fuck all that. You just called my baby a he.”
“It might be a boy.”
“And if it’s not you will just be confusing my kid.”
Camille giggled and hit me in my arm. “Shut up and drive fool. We’ll find out the sooner you get us to the hospital.”
We weren’t far from where she was giving birth. Once I arrived, I parked my car and we walked hand in hand to the second floor where they did the ultrasounds. Camille signed in and we waited a few minutes before we were called back right away. The waiting room was packed with a bunch of pregnant chicks and fathers.
“Hi, I’m Valerie and I will be your ultrasound technician. I need your name and birthday.”
“Camille Donigan, May 12, 1996,” I answered for her and Camille cut her eyes at me making the technician laugh.
“Are we finding out the sex today?”
“Yes, we are,” I responded.
“Can I answer a question?!” Camille spat and I smiled. The technician was still cracking up.
“Mom, are we finding out what we’re having today?”
“Yes,” Camille answered staring at me and I zipped my lips up and put the imaginary key in my pocket.
The technician explained to her what they were looking for and gave her a rundown of the two scans that were being done. After I helped rollie pollie onto the reclined seat, I rolled the top part of pants down and took my seat next to her holding her hand.
Not to sound too soft but I had butterflies dancing in my stomach. I was hype about every appointment she had, even the ones where we only were seen for fifteen minutes, but I found great joy in this experience. Hearing the heartbeat was one thing, but being able to see the little human I help create on the screen was a whole different feeling. I was counting down the days of holding him or her in my arms and staring them in their eyes.
I never looked forward to being a damn father. Them knucklehead boys and Za’naa was as close as I thought it was going to get, yet here I was about to be a whole daddy in a short four months.
“Well we normally wait until the end to figure out what you’re having but she’s moving around a lot and we can’t miss it,” the technician laughed and my eyes got wide hearing her say she.
“I’m having a girl!?”
“Yes, you are,” she replied and I jumped out of my seat and kissed Camille.
“You’re having my baby girl!”
She was smiling from ear to ear. “I’m glad you’re happy.”
“Shit, I would’ve been happy if it was a boy too. I can’t wait to tell Naa. She’s gonna go bananas,” I cheesed excited to show my first baby girl the pictures. “A’ight, close ya legs little mama, daddy don’t play that shit.” Camille and the technician burst out laughing.
“Don’t mind him, he was dropped as a child,” Camille apologized to the lady who was thoroughly amused.
“It’s ok. He’s a protective daddy. We need more men like that in the world.”
I’m sure the world had great fathers. Shit, my brothers were two of them, but they ain’t seen nothing yet. I was going to love my daughter hard. They said hoe as niggas got girls to get a taste of their medicine, but this isn't a punishment to me.
After about another thirty minutes we got our pictures and were on our way out of the hospital.
“I can’t believe you’re so happy about having a little girl. Men are usually traumatized when it comes to a baby girl.”
“Pussy ass niggas are traumatized. I’ma hold my little mama down.”
“Little mama?” Camille questioned me.
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“Yeah, you fat mama cheeseburger and she’s lil mama.”
Camille sucked her teeth and I circled my arms around her placed a bunch of kisses on her face. We walked to my car hugged up and stopped in our tracks noticing the slight lean in my car.
“What the fuck!” I belted out when I noticed three of my tires were slashed. “This some bullshit!”
“Wow, this is a first. Who you got so upset?” Camille asked.
“Fuck! I don’t even know.”
I pulled out my phone and called her father’s shop so I can get a tow and tire change. I couldn’t order us an Uber until the tow truck got here. It was cold as fuck outside, so we went back inside of the building to wait.
I left Camille and went to the security desk to ask about getting the tapes looked over to see who flattened my tires. They were giving me a hard as time at first saying they couldn’t show me unless I was the police. That all changed once they knew their lives were on the fucking line. I wasn’t sweating the money I had to pay to get new tires. It was the fact that someone was brave enough to do some pussy shit like that. The video quality sucked, but it looked like a damn female.
“So who was it?”
“I don’t even know. It looks like a bitch though,” I responded taking my seat back next to Camille.
“Hmph, that’s funny.”
“What’s funny about it?”
“Nina comes back in town and now your tires are flat.”
“Man, that girl act crazy, but she ain’t fucking stupid to do no shit like that. If it was her that will mean she would’ve been following us.”
“And you don’t think she’s capable of doing that?” Camille asked with a raised eyebrow.
I placed my elbows on my knees and rubbed my face. I was suppose to be happy celebrating the fact that I was having a baby girl, not worried about some bitch cutting up my tires. I didn’t bother to continue the conversation. One of Mr. Donigan’s workers came and hooked my car up and I ordered us an Uber back to our crib.