Baby Mama From Hell 3

by Rikenya Hunter

  “You better have not let off in me,” she said, walking towards the bathroom.

  “Man, my pull out game is strong, but just go pee to be safe,” I laughed as I pulled my pants up.

  *

  “Any more bacon wrapped Jalapeños?” I asked as a child.

  “No, negro, you ate them all,” she said laughing.

  I started laughing too because I was greedy as hell when it came to Kimora and Mama Pam’s cooking.

  “So, um, don’t you get the results tomorrow?” Kimora asked.

  I really didn’t want to talk about this shit. Talking about the results made me think of Gabriela and I couldn’t stand that bitch.

  “Yeah, they said they should be ready tomorrow. If she’s mine, I feel horrible for missing out on her first moments. I was there for all of Junior’s first moments. The shit is just eating me up that if she’s mine, I have to live with knowing I doubted my own child,” I said saddened. I stood up, tossed my linen napkin onto the table, and made my way to the sofa.

  Kimora sat at the dining room table, glaring at me.

  “What?” I asked with my face screwed up. I was wondering why she was giving me her stank face when I have done nothing to her.

  “If this baby is yours, she’s going to make your life a living hell, Neron. Sometimes, I doubt if our love is strong enough to get through Gabriela being a part of our lives. Why did you have to fuck that bitch outta all the bitches in the world?” she ranted.

  I slowly rose from the sofa and made my way towards her. I attempted to put my arms around her waist, but she stepped back.

  “Please,” she said, holding up her hand and shaking her head. “Don’t touch me right now,” she replied.

  “C’mon Mora, are you serious right now?” I asked, looking at her as if she was tripping.

  “I don’t know. I just—I just feel if she’s your daughter, Gabriela’s going to give you hell about seeing Magdalena. I want our son to know his sister. I’m tired of all the games and antics. You seriously have the baby mama from hell and I’m fuckin’ sick of it,” she replied, looking angry.

  She had every right to be angry, so I let her vent and get it all out. After all, Kimora has been mighty patient and loving during this ordeal. I loved her ass.

  “Look,” I said softly grabbing her hand and leading her to the sofa. I sat down, pulled her onto my lap, and looked into her eyes. “We’re going to be fine. I’m going to take her to court and she will have to let us see Mag. If she acts right as a mother, I will co-parent with her, but if she’s on that bullshit, I swear I will take my daughter from her ass. We’re going to be okay.”

  Her eyes watered and I knew she was afraid of what was to come, but I had faith that everything was going to work out.

  *

  Kimora and I had stayed up late drinking wine and watching movies on Netflix that when I rolled over the clock read noon. I slowly eased out of bed, cautious not to wake Kimora. Today was result day and my mailman always dropped mail off around ten in the morning, so I knew my results were waiting for me in the mailbox. Part of me was scared to read the results while another part of me was anxious.

  I walked towards my clothes that were thrown together in a pile and tossed on my red and black basketball shorts. I didn’t even bother putting on a shirt. I slipped my feet into my Craig from Friday house slippers and made my way outside. It was cloudy as hell for it to be so early. It looked like another storm was about to come through.

  I jogged towards the mailbox when I felt raindrops plopping on my head. I hurriedly grabbed the mail from the mailbox and ran inside the house because it started pouring down. I hated Florida weather. The shit was so unpredictable.

  Once inside my house, I quickly tossed the bills and unnecessary circular ads to the side as I tore open the DNA testing results. My heart was beating as if Rent-A-Center was knocking at my door. You know how they are when you’re one hour past due payment and they roll up on you. I was sweating bullets. I ripped open the letter and didn’t even bother to read all the small talk and bullshit. I scanned my eyes for the percentage.

  In the case of eight-week-old Magdalena Lopez, Neron Lopez,the alleged father cannot be excluded as being the biological father of the child, and the probability of paternity is 99.9%.

  I felt as if I was having an out of body experience. I felt dreadful for denying Magdalena. I didn’t know how Kimora was going to take this news. I walked towards the bedroom and Kimora wasn’t in bed. I sat on the bed as she walked out of the bathroom brushing her teeth.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked in a muffled voice as she tried to brush her teeth.

  “I got the results,” I replied.

  Kimora ran to the bathroom and I could hear her spitting out her toothpaste and gargling.

  “Really? What are the results? You aren’t the father are you? I knew you weren’t,” Kimora rambled.

  “I’m the father, Kimora,” I murmured.

  “Say what now?”

  “I’m the father of Magdalena.”

  “Damn,” said Kimora, collapsing next to me on the bed. She looked devastated.

  “It’s going to be okay,” I said, trying to reassure her, but I wasn’t so sure myself.

  Kimora sighed and shook her head. “She is going to make our lives hell.”

  I didn’t want to tell Kimora, but I definitely agreed.

  I grabbed my cell phone and sent Gabriela a text.

  Me: I got the results today.

  The Baby Mama from Hell: Oh yeah. Lemme guess, you ARE the father, right?

  Me: When can I see my daughter?

  Gabriela didn’t reply.

  Chapter 4

  Gabriela

  I knew Neron was the father. So, all my doubters could pick their lips up from off the floor. I knew Ryan wasn’t the father. I sat on the sofa, drinking a cold glass of sweet Sangria, staring at my phone. Neron wanted to see Magdalena, but I wasn’t about to make this easy for him. He denied her since birth and throughout my pregnancy. I was going to sleep well tonight because for once, I had the upper hand.

  I woke up the next day feeling great, mentally, but physically I was aching and sore from the ass whopping I had received from that bitch, Kimora. I was due back at work in three days, so I needed to find a daycare for the baby. I wasn’t about to come out of my pocket for these expenses, so, it was time to hit up her daddy.

  Me: Hey, I need to find Magdalena a daycare. I need some funds. When can I get it?

  He replied right away.

  Baby Daddy: Gabriela, I want to see my daughter.

  Me: You’ll see her when you start helping out with expenses. You’ve been MIA for over eight weeks of her life.

  Baby Daddy: I’m here now. Let me be a part of her life.

  Me: Well, until you fork over some dough, you won’t be seeing her. Good day!

  Baby Daddy: If you think for one second, you’re going to use my daughter against me you’ve got another thing coming.

  Me: Yabba Yabba Yabba. Stfu Neron and run me some money. Otherwise, we have nothing to talk about.

  I knew that was only going to piss him off, but I didn’t give a fuck. I needed these coins for her daycare. After I had finished texting Neron, I decided to shower and go look at some daycares. If he didn’t want to fork over money for his daughter willingly, he was about to fork over his money involuntarily.

  *

  The day had finally arrived and it was time for me to go back to work. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing that man-stealing bitch, Renee, especially since our desks were right next to each other.

  “Boys, get up! Let’s go!” I yelled from the kitchen.

  One by one, they filed into the kitchen where cereal and milk were waiting for them on the counter. After they had been seated at the kitchen table to eat breakfast, I decided to get myself dressed since my daughter was still sleeping. I wouldn’t be able to get shit done if I had awakened her up first.

  After I had taken a quick shower,
I applied lotion quickly and eyed the time. I was running late. I put some more pep in my step and tossed on a one-piece crimson suit with black closed toe pumps. I still had a patch of hair missing in the middle of my head, so I was rocking a bun.

  As I was getting Magdalena up and ready for her first day of daycare, I felt horrible. I hated having to drop her off at daycare and she was barely nine weeks. I wish I could stay home with her longer, but I needed to pay my bills. Mama had to work since her damn daddy wanted to be a deadbeat and not help with money.

  “Let’s go, boys. I’m going to be late,” I yelled at the front door.

  Purse, keys, cell phone… I ran through a mental checklist to make sure I had everything. When I realized I did, we were on our way out the door. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing Renee at all. I needed my job, but if that bitch decided to try and put her hands on me again, there was going to be hell to pay.

  *

  I arrived at work and was dreading coming back and seeing all these bitches faces. My pumps pounded on the pavement as I trotted inside the building. After taking the elevator to my designated floor, I clocked in and made my way towards my cubicle.

  “Welcome back,” my boss Chandra said.

  “Thank you so much,” I said smiling, even though the last place I wanted to be was this damn place.

  “You look great! How’s the baby?”

  “She’s doing well! She’s growing so fast!” I said beaming. My daughter was my world.

  “You have to bring her by the office sometimes so we could see her,” Chandra replied grinning.

  “Yeah, I really do.”

  “I know this is off subject, but have you talked to Renee?”

  I wanted to yell, “Fuck no! I hate that bitch and she stole my man,” but that wouldn’t have been appropriate, would it?

  “Um, no, I haven’t talked to her lately. With the boys and my daughter, I’ve been very busy. Why? What’s wrong?” I asked. I wanted the tea.

  “It’s been four days and she’s been a no call no show. I’m kind of worried about her. This is so unlike her,” she said dishearteningly.

  “That is very unusual, but I’ll let you know if I hear from her,” I said.

  I definitely had no damn intentions of communicating with that bitch. I was glad she wasn’t there. It certainly would make my workday much easier and peaceful.

  Chapter 5

  Kimora

  I wasn’t happy at all about Magdalena being Neron’s daughter. I had nothing against his baby girl; it was just her evil conniving ass mama.

  “Is she responding to your text?” I questioned Neron, who looked pissed to say the least.

  “Yeah, she’s responding all right. She wants fuckin’ money. She won’t let me see her until I give her money. What kind of shit is that?”

  I didn’t reply. I was starting to get fed up dealing with Gabriela. She was the center of our relationship. Every fuckin’ day her name was mentioned. I was over it.

  I did the once over in my full-length mirror and was satisfied with today’s look. I was showing off in a sexy spaghetti strap sleeveless red low cut jumpsuit. My feet were looking right with some beige peep toe four-inch heels and the strap wrapped around my ankles. My natural hair was looking right because my hair was coiling all over. What woman didn’t love a good hair day?

  “Well, I have some errands to run. I’m going to look at some properties for the sub realty company with daddy, so I’ll be out for a while. Junior will be home in a few hours too,” I replied.

  “Alright, baby. I love you,” he said sincerely. He looked up at me and I could see the stress and regret in his eyes.

  I saw it every day how remorseful he was about Gabriela being the mother of his kids.

  “I love you too,” I said. I walked towards him and pecked him on the lips. “It’s going to be okay, baby.”

  Neron blew air out of his lips and stood up to walk me to the front door. “I’m taking her to court. There’s nothing that’s going to keep me away from my daughter. Bet that shit.”

  “Well, contact my father, so you can get in touch with Mr. Donald Jackson and see if he or someone he knows can represent you in court. Regardless of what we have to do, we’re going to get visitation rights for Magdalena and if she keeps that shit up, we might just go for primary custody.”

  I saw Neron smile. “You’ve always been so positive, Mora. Nigga loves your ass for real,” he said in his smooth voice.

  He pulled me to him and pulled my purse from off my shoulders. He lightly tossed it on the sofa.

  “Boy, I love you too. Stop trying to start shit,” I said through moans as he grabbed my second set of lips through my jumpsuit. “Mmmmm—baby, quit it.” I giggled, lightly pushing him away.

  “Alright, I’ll let you go for now, but you’re mine when you come back,” he said licking his lips.

  “Deal,” I said, blowing him a kiss and walking out the front door.

  *

  I had been out all day looking at potential properties and finally found a great space near the beach. It was affordable and in a great busy area that got a lot of traffic. It was perfect!

  “Daddy, the place is perfect! That’s the spot that I want for the sub-company,” I beamed through the phone.

  “Well, make it happen, baby girl. I’m glad that you’ve found a place,” he said intriguingly.

  “Thanks, Daddy. I can’t wait to be up and running. Neron’s shop is doing exceptionally well and I’m ready to make money again,” I replied as I walked back to my car.

  “Sweetie, you know I’m paying you for a few months, no need to rush the process baby girl. Take your time,” he replied.

  “You’re right. I’m just so excited,” I said.

  “Well, let me know when everything is set in stone. Before you sign anything, contact Donald,” he said sternly.

  “I know, Daddy. Hey, speaking of him, Neron wants to take Gabriela to court for joint custody. Can he help with that?”

  “Yes, he can. Have him contact him. I commend him for not letting Gabriela stop him from being in his daughter’s life. So, have you talked to your mother?” he asked, changing the subject.

  “Briefly every now and then,” I said, cranking up my car and starting the AC.

  “Sweetheart, you need to forgive her. Holding onto anger only hurts you. She’s out living her life. Sure she’s remorseful and wants to be in your life, but you have to forgive her first,” he said truthfully.

  “Daddy, I don’t know how. I’m so mad at her. She neglected us and now she wants to act like nothing happened and I’m supposed to just forgive her,” I yelled.

  “Kimora, listen up, forgiveness doesn't mean you’re excusing her actions. Forgiveness doesn't mean you need to tell her that you’ve forgiven her either. Forgiveness doesn't mean there is nothing further to work out between you and your mother nor does that mean everything is okay now. Forgiveness doesn't mean you have to continue to include her in your life. Forgiveness isn't something you do for the other person either Kimora. Even if you don’t want a relationship with your mother, forgive her. It’s only hurting you in the long run. By forgiving, you are accepting the reality of what happened and finding a way to live in a state of resolution with it. Come to terms, sweetheart. Let the anger go.”

  I sat quietly for a few moments, thinking about what he had said.

  “Kimora? Kimora, are you there?”

  “Yes. I’m sorry. Daddy, I swear you always know what to say to make me feel better. Thank you. I guess I’ll call her later,” I said. “Well, how are you and the fam?” I asked about Adrienne and Kennard.

  “Everybody is well. We’re having our 4th of July cookout soon. I would love you for y’all to fly in and enjoy some of my barbecue. Nobody can throw down like your pops,” he said chuckling.

  “You know we’ll be there! I’mma let you go, Daddy. I love you,” I said smiling through the phone.

  “Love you too.”

  After I finished
talking to Daddy, I couldn’t help, but feel in a great mood. Gabriela wasn’t going to steal my joy.

  *

  “Babe! Babe?” I called, time I walked into our apartment.

  “Yeah,” he yelled from the nursery.

  I kicked off my heels and trotted towards the back of our apartment. I stood in the doorway and watched Neron doing tummy time with Jr. He was smiling, showing nothing but gums as drool hung from his cute little plump lips. I smiled seeing my little family. Neron looked up and smiled when he saw me watching him.

  “How was it, baby?” he asked.

  He picked up the baby and kissed him on the cheek. Jr. definitely had him wrapped around his tiny finger. I could imagine how Neron would be if we had a daughter.

  “It was great! I found a location and it’s everything!” I said beaming.

  I went on to tell him about the asking price, location, and neighborhood. I was in love with the place.

  “That’s what’s up, girl. I’m proud of you,” he said, walking towards me with our son in his arms.

  He kissed me gently and passed me the baby. He quickly tried to go around me to get out of the room.

  “Uh uh! You know you’re wrong,” I yelled, laughing.

  One quick whiff and I knew Jr needed a diaper change! I laughed at how slick Neron was trying to be.

  After I bathed our son and got him ready for bed, I walked back into the living room. Neron had managed to order some Lewey’s Crab House and had newspaper decorated on the dining room table to keep the mess to a minimum. We had garlic snow crabs, fried crabs, spicy garlic shrimp, eggs, and sausages. I loved my seafood so I couldn’t wait to get down.

  I looked on the coffee table and saw that Neron even made a bottle for Jr. I sat down on the sofa and fed my son as Neron went to take a shower. After my son had finished his bottle, he was still wide-awake as if he was missing out on something, so I put him into his swing. He slowly drifted off to sleep.

  “Damn, baby, this looks so good! I can’t wait to dig in,” I said hungrily.

  “Well, bring your fine ass over to this table and let’s eat,” he said sexily.

  I sat down at the table and Neron led us in grace. Once we said Amen, I got to cracking my crab legs. We barely said a word to one another as we got down on our seafood banquet. I bit into an egg when Neron’s phone rang. We knew it was Gabriela from her new ringtone Neron had assigned to her number. Quan had put him up on a song by Steven Jo called, “I Hate My Baby Mama.”