by Ivory B.
Now everyone was really in a fit of laughter. Jah, Real and Buju were doubled over with laughter. Carlos had a smirk on his face trying not to laugh but it was hard not to. He tried not to give into Nice’s antics but he ended up breaking into a smile. At the time of the incident it wasn’t a laughing matter but now thinking back on it, it was funny as hell. Nice looked over at Los and nodded his head “Yeah that’s where I like to see you.” Nice said referring to Los smiling. “But on some real shit Los you better watch ya walk nigga. I heard Lucky was about to give it to you wit that lil chrome 22. You lucky she ain't have it.” Los waved him off unfazed. “Man Lucky wasn’t bout to give it to nobody. She ain’t got no aims all she woulda been hitting is parked cars and stop signs.” That really got the room going Nice was laughing the hardest this time. “Nah, nah but on some real, all jokes aside you know you gon have to put her lil ass in her place right? I’m tellin you, you gon have to yoke her ass up one good time after this right here bruh. Now I know you let her get her shit off cause it was all a misunderstanding but since you let that shit slide she gon think she can pull that mess all the time, feel me? She probably somewhere right now in the mirror flexin like yeah I wish a nigga would. I betchu she really think she can see you in a fair one.” Los chuckled as he shook his head with disagreement. “Lucky know better,” was Los’s only dry response. “Yo Los as ya brother I’m tellin you, you be letting Lucky get away with way too much. You spoil her ass but what you need to do is start taking it to her ass wit the belt mah G. Whoop her ass! I mean go 12 years a slave on that ass.” The entire room burst out into laughter. “I betchu one thing she’ll wake up the next morning with a new attitude, No more crying and throwing tantrums. She gone wake up the next morning serving you breakfast in bed with a lump on her head, on some shit like Daddy you want cheese in ya grits?” “And I wouldn’t eat that shit if I was you. Man this dude talkin out his ass; every nigga know beatin a bitch and hot grits don’t mix. Listen to this fool if you want,” Jah interjected. Los let out a forced chuckle while the rest of them dudes were dying laughing. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with Lucky; all I know is she pressing my patience. She tryna prove a point, okay I get it, but she out here running around in these streets like shit sweet. Don’t she know niggaz will snatch her ass up and do her dirty just to get back at me? Yo she wildin,” Los said huffing and shaking his head back and forth. “Los don’t even stress it; you know damn well she’ll be back home soon.” Nice said trying to put his brother at ease but one look at Los and you could literally see the stress oozing from his body.
Changes
Keema had finished logging off her Facebook page checking her inbox to see if Lucky had left a message only to find nothing. Lucky was like a little sister so naturally Keema was extremely worried about her, at the same time mad at her. She could understand Lucky being upset with Los but to cut your girls off she didn’t understand that at all. Seeing that Baby Jah was asleep she decided to take a shower before he woke. Just as she was getting up from the bed Jah walked in the room. She knew what the deal was as soon as he looked at her. She could see it in his eyes, in the past that look would’ve had her panties coming right off but that wasn’t the case anymore. This had everything to do with her pregnancy. Initially, she thought that things would change after her first trimester. Maybe the morning sickness kept her from feeling horny she tried to rationalize. Her first trimester had come and gone and here she was still feeling this way. With her first pregnancy it was the total opposite; she would hop up on Jah’s dick every chance she got. Now she was constantly trying to avoid sex. Dr. Lynn’s only explanation was every pregnancy is different and it was her hormones that made her feel this way. Her hormones were all out of whack making her feel as if she didn’t want to be touched sexually. Jah was a good man; he was being very understanding for the most part but still he was a man with needs.
Jah sat down on the bed beside Keema burying his face into that soft spot on her neck he called his own while pulling her in close. First he nibbled then began sucking on her neck as his hands roamed her body. He could feel her body tense up as he caressed her softly. “Meema c’mon you know what it is. I need some attention,” Jah said sexily in his deep voice. Keema squirmed as Jah slipped a finger inside of her wetness. “Baby wait, wait,” Keema begged while grabbing his hand trying to prevent him from moving his fingers in and out of her. Jah stopped immediately flashing Keema an annoyed look. Keema picked up on his attitude and knew she had to get on her job and take care of her husband before another chick did, she just couldn’t seem to shake this stink she was in. “I’m sorry baby,” Keema offered moving in slowly to kiss his soft lips. The hardened look on his face began to soften almost immediately; it was a shame Keema had that type of power over him. Keema kissed his neck then nibbled on his earlobe as she massaged his growing manhood while trailing kisses down his body. Jah eagerly helped Keema release his snake once she stopped at his jeans. Keema didn’t hesitate to take him deep into her warm, wet, mouth first she used her jaws to suck him hard while bobbing up and down on his dick accumulating enough spit and precum to deep throat him. When Keema knew he was good and ready she pulled back to the tip of his lower head and rolled her tongue around it while he was still in her mouth. “Umm shit Meema yeah,” Jah moaned in appreciation while gripping a handful of Keema’s hair. It didn’t take long for Jah’s head to roll back as he enjoyed the oral his wife was giving him. “Deep throat that shit ma.” Jah moaned before licking his lips sexily. Keema looked up at her husband and found herself getting excited. Jah pawed her head softly then pulled at her hair with just the right amount of intensity. The sounds of Keema giving Jah top notch sloppy toppy began to echo throughout the room. Keema was slurping and making a big wet mess as she alternated between sucking on his dick and balls. Jah gasped and curled his toes “Ummm.” Jah’s moans were confirmation to Keema that she was laying her Superhead skills down. Keema began to moan as well and you couldn’t be too sure who was enjoying this more him or her. Getting head was great but Jah needed to be deep inside of his wife, in that tight warmness he called home. “Meema come here,” he demanded pulling her up from her knees to straddle his lap. Jah stared into his wife’s eyes all awestruck as if it were his first time falling in love with her while rubbing on her pregnant belly gently. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” Okay that was it; Keema had her reservations at first but now she was all in, Jah was definitely going to get some nookie talking like that. She leaned in and kissed him hungrily. Jah reached up letting her hair loose from the clip that was holding it back. Keema moaned as she felt Jah grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back exposing her slender neck to him. A shiver ran through her body as he sunk his teeth into her neck like a vampire before nibbling and kissing his way down to her full breasts. He paid each one special attention going from left to right sucking and nibbling on her nipples. She took in deep breaths while she moaned and squeezed his shoulders. Jah placed himself at her entrance and slowly worked his way inside upstroke after upstroke and with each upstroke it felt as if Keema was raining down on him. He gripped Keema’s hips and pumped deeper and faster as she wound her hips and held onto his shoulders tight. Jah couldn’t describe the feeling if he tried. Keema was dripping wet, tight and so soft. They shared a rhythm only they could create with him pushing up and her pushing down; Keema couldn’t help to cry out his name repeatedly. Jah’s dick game was official. Suddenly Jah jerked his head back letting her nipple free from his warm mouth. “What da…?” he said incredulously. Keema felt the drip on her protruding belly looking down to see a whitish liquid dripping from her nipples. “Oh my goodness no!” She shrieked pushing Jah’s head away embarrassment showing all over her face. For Keema it was as if hearing a record player scratch a record and kill the whole vibe. This was one of the reasons she didn’t like having sex; being she was still in the nursing stages after baby Jah and pregnant right after she lactated easily. Keema swiftly shielded her breasts crossing he
r arm over them. “You see what you did.” Keema pouted attempting to get off of Jah. He could tell she was embarrassed enough to come to tears, downright mortified. “Ma c’mon stop.” he said placing his hand on her ass firmly to stop her from dismounting him. “No Jah it’s gonna keep happening.” “Then let it,” he said while taking Keema’s arm from shielding her swollen titties. Keema looked up to the ceiling feeling uncomfortable blinking back tears of embarrassment as Jah looked on at her breasts drip at a steady flow. Keema was caught off guard when she felt his hot mouth envelop her right breast and continue to suck and service her breast as he was before. “Jah wai…” Keema belted out sexily she was trying to protest but her body was doing the opposite. Jah reached up and grabbed a handful of her long tresses once again. His grip became tighter as he pulled her head back more giving her deep strokes that she thought would stop her breathing. Her long hair tickled her lower back as Jah had one hand tangled in it and his other hand palming her ass. “Jaaahh!” Keema belted out as he bit down on her nipple giving it the right pressure. He held his teeth down on her nipple sending a jolt to shoot through Keema’s body. He felt her body jerk and her leg muscles tighten. Keema gasped and started riding Jah faster and harder “Shit! Oh my god! Ahh baby, baby!” Keema screamed as she came hard. Jah grunted letting her hair go and wrapping both arms around her holding her tight and trying to hold onto his nut. Keema began to feel dizzy after coming so hard. “Jah I need to lay down,” Keema whined. Jah complied by laying her on her side as he lay in back of her. He pulled her in close lifting her right leg as he slid inside her. Keema reached out and grabbed a pillow stuffing her face in it as Jah deep stroked from behind. Keema felt his dick jerk inside of her as he gripped her waist and exploded. “Gotdamn Meema,” he moaned in her ear breathlessly. Keema turned her head as much as she could while Jah leaned over her shoulder. Their lips met and they shared a long passionate kiss. “I love you baby,” Keema said feeling vulnerable suddenly. “I love you too,” Jah said in his deep baritone. “Ouch!” “What? What happened?” Jah asked sitting up with alarm seeing Keema grip her stomach. “Jah she acting up, this always happens every time we sex I start having little cramps.” “Keem, you know Dr. Lynn said it happens after a orgasm, it’ll stop in a second.” Keema pouted, “Yeah but I hate when this happens.” Jah lay back down and pulled Keema in closer. “Keem relax.” Keema could hear it in his voice and breathing this fool was about to be out like a light. “My baby girl bout to have my baby girl.” he said with a chuckle while rubbing her belly softly. Within an instant she heard his breathing deepen and he was out. Keema couldn’t believe it; she had to turn her head to confirm if this man had really fallen asleep that damn fast. All she could do was laugh as she saw him knocked out with his mouth slightly open. Damn I gave this nigga a hot shot and put him to sleep. Yeah I’m still that bitch. Keema hadn’t realized just how much energy that romp took out of her because within minutes she was off to LaLa Land right along with Jah.
They both awoke nearly two hours later to sounds of Baby Jah. He had awoken and was now in his crib talking baby gibberish to himself. Jah and Keema shared a couple of laughs at Baby Jah’s expense because it seemed as if he were in a deep conversation with himself making some of the craziest sounds. Keema closed her eyes savoring her husband’s soft lips on her temple as he placed a kiss there. “You gonna get him?” Keema asked too tired and comfortable to get up. “Nah let that dude do him.” “Well how long do you think that’ll last?” “He’ll start that phony crying shit when he realize no one is around. I give him a coupla minutes longer.” “Don’t be talkin slick about my baby,” Keema warmed turning to face Jah and snuggling into his chest. Jah was right; within minutes that joyful baby gibberish turned into warning whines, to full out cries. Keema fished for the TV remote under the covers and turned to the channel the baby monitor was programmed to. “See that? That lil nigga phony it wasn’t nothing wrong with him now he in there cryin.” Keema slapped Jah in his arm playfully as he slipped out of bed to get their son.
“What up? What up? Dude what’s poppin? Why you in here wildin out?” Jah asked the baby as if he could answer. Baby Jah who was lying down rolled over and climbed to his feet quickly once he heard his father’s voice, a bright, drooly smile adorned the child’s face as he stood up in his crib holding onto the railing dipping his knees and bouncing excitedly. Lil Jah’s only response to his father’s questions was a high pitched giggle as Jah lifted him out of his crib. Keema watched all of this through the baby monitor while she lay in bed feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. After the baby was changed both pamper and onesie Jah came back into the room with him. Keema held out her arms to her son while lying down on the bed and baby Jah anxiously jumped towards his mother. “Yo here go ya lil ass cock blocker.” Keema burst out into laughter “Unh, unh nigga don’t be talkin bout my baby like that.” Jah only smiled as he placed lil Jah on the bed and watched him crawl over to Keema then climb up on her as if her body was a mountain. “Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!” Baby Jah sang hitting Keema with a big smile on his face and drool falling from his lips. “Bah, bah, bah,” Keema said back with laughter not knowing what he was talking about but lately that had been his favorite word and oh yeah Dada. “Yeah she bad, Mommy bad,” Jah said pointing at Keema. Lil Jah smiled hard then crawled over to Jah and gave him one big, sloppy, wet kiss on the mouth. Jah winced and jerked his head back, Keema burst out laughing. “You better not dare wipe it off either!” Jah laughed and picked baby Jah up holding him above his head making airplane sounds swaying him back and forth. Suddenly, without warning Keema’s laughter turned into silent tears. She had been doing this more often lately crying without warning. Keema watched on becoming emotional thinking of how fortunate she was to be married to the love of her life, with one child and another on the way. Who would’ve thought her life would turn out this way from the way her upbringing was. Things never seemed to go so smoothly for her so naturally she was waiting for disaster to strike, it always seemed to.
“Meema what’s wrong?” Jah asked with concern. Keema shook her head. “Nothing,” she said nearly in a whisper. “Nah Keem tell me what’s up?” Jah pressed. “It’s nothing it’s just…I look at you two and I sit here thinking how lucky I am. At the same time I’m scared…scared something might happen. Because things in my life just can’t be this way,” Keema’s eyes traveled to the two scars on Jah’s chest. He caught her looking at them before she could pull her eyes away. “Keem we talked about this Ma. I told you that if I ever feel I ain’t built for this shit no more I’ll leave it alone. I’ma be here for you and my seeds. I promised you that,” he said leaning over stroking the side of her face gently. “Now stop all that cryin. You getting soft as hell Keema, Yo I used to have you in the trap throwin work up in a pot with baking soda. Had you playin look out on the block and everything now all you do is cry, whaaaa,” Jah teased. “Nuh, unh it’s the baby that’s making me cry like that.” “Don’t blame it on my baby girl. You always been soft as baby food you just act gangsta but you ain’t hard.” Jah teased pinching her round butt. “Stoooop! Jerk,” Keema screamed through laughter. The three of them lie in the bed together like a little happy family relaxing. Keema stared into Jah’s eyes and he did the same to her as they lay with baby Jah going about his business climbing over both of them. She hoped and prayed nothing bad was looming over them and they would always be this way.
Keema closed her eyes to drift into a peaceful sleep when Jah hit her with some dreaded words. “Meema oh shit! Look what time it is. You gotta get up ma; we gotta meet up with this realtor in about an hour.” “Umm baby because of you lil mama is hyped and I’m tired. Let me get a little sleep.” “Nah c’mon you know time is money and I can’t afford to waste neither. We already set an appointment we gotta keep it.” “Pleeeassse baby just let me get 10 more minutes of sleep,” Keema whined. “C’mon Keem get up, do it for me.” Keema’s eyes shot open and she glared at Jah. “Jah you not playin fair.” “I
know but life ain’t, now get up and start gettin ready, I’ll feed lil man and get him ready.” Keema sighed hard before agreeing to get up, it was apparent she really had no other choice.
House Hunters
“Now I know this house is smaller than the ones we’ve previously looked at, It’s only 4,000 square feet but it’s totally renovated,” the realtor Margaret said. Jah looked around the kitchen they were standing in which was the last room of the tour. Although the house was newly renovated it wasn’t to his liking. “I mean…yeah it’s renovated but not to my standards. We were lookin for a little more space than this as well. We planning on having a lil football team so this won’t do,” Jah said jokingly. Keema rolled her eyes with lots of attitude. She wasn’t planning on having anymore kids after their daughter, or at least not anytime soon. She kept telling Jah this but he didn’t seem to be listening.
“Well, I’ll go to the office and find you some listings that will suit you better. I was only considering your wife’s condition. Trust me renovating a house with a bun in the oven and a small child is easier said than done; been there done that. Contractors in and out of the house, constant drilling and banging of hammers, not to mention the saw and sheetrock dust getting on everything,” Margaret rambled. You could see it all on her face she was really having a flashback. Jah chuckled “We couldn’t live through that, that’s why we weren’t planning on moving in until all the work was done. Plus my wife would definitely want to put her own personal touches in whatever house we bought, right Keema?” Jah asked trying desperately to drag Keema into the conversation he and Margaret were having. He had been trying to get her in the house hunting mood and get her opinions on the homes they were viewing but his attempts had proved futile. Keema glared at Jah, put her hand on her hip and shifted all her weight to one side of her body. “Yeah whateva Jah,” Keema muttered with attitude. Jah exhaled as if he were frustrated. “Keem what’s the problem?” “The problem? Jah this house is way out in west bubble fuck. It’s nowhere near the city.” “Keem this not even that far out, it’s a little ways from where Los live,” “Yeeaah, and that’s far,” Keema replied in a snappy tone. “Uhh I’m going to step out into the hall to give you two a minute,” Margaret offered seeing the convo getting very personal and heated. “Yeah you do that,” Keema shot back snidely before turning and addressing her husband. “I don’t know why we can’t find something in the city.” Jah took another deep breath before he responded, tired of this same ole song and dance. “Keema I already told you we ain’t staying in the city,” Jah said with authority. Keema huffed with defeat, “Fine Jah, just wrap this shit up! I’m ready to go. My back and feet hurtin from walking through these damn houses all day.” Keema spun around on her heels and stormed out the back door before Jah could even respond. Jah threw his hands up to his head and ran them over his waves, then face, blowing out a hard sigh of frustration. He loved his wife to no end but she had been coming out the side of her mouth slicker than usual lately. He was trying to be understanding, she was pregnant and moody, combined with the stress of hopefully finding a house before the baby was born would be stressful for anyone. But Jah knew the real reason Keema was acting up was because she was against moving out to the suburbs. She was a city girl through and through born and raised in Philly so that’s all she knew. Keema didn’t adapt well to change and this move would definitely be a major change,