by Natavia
“This is weird as fuck, man!” I said not believing that I was ready to be someone’s daddy. I always thought the woman I gave my seed to would be the woman I would settle down with. Tassana and I met under some fucked-up circumstances.
“Same thing I said, but I’m ready for him,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. Tassana is really happy about this baby. If all she needed was a baby to turn her life around then she should’ve been had one!
“Where do you live?” I asked her.
“In Baltimore County. It’s not something I’m proud of but I had to start somewhere. It’s a small two-bedroom townhouse, nothing special but it’s affordable,” she said.
“Affordable? Damn, shorty, you scaring me,” I told her.
“Yeah, you should’ve seen me! It took me a little while to organize my bills. I’m like this shit is a headache. I have never really paid a damn bill. I was embarrassed when I had to write a check for my rent. I have never written one of those before,” she said.
“You are growing up, that’s all!” I said to her. The waitress came over and took our orders. After the waitress left Tassana stared at me.
“So, what’s going with you and Kyree?” she asked me.
“We are still seeing each other,” I said. Her mood lightly changed then she shifted in her chair.
“Is it serious?” she asked me.
“You still nosey as fuck though! But naw, we ain’t serious yet. She cool peoples,” I said. Tassana rolled her eyes.
“Where that nigga at that you was in the mall with?” I asked her.
“Home, I guess. He and I are just friends. He takes me out occasionally. He is such a good man,” she said, smiling.
“You fucking a nigga while you are knocked up?” I asked.
“I’m trying not to relive my whorish days, Osari. But then again, it wouldn’t be you if you didn’t talk down on me,” she replied. After our food came we ate in silence. When I looked up Tassana’s eyes were watery. She knows I don’t like that shit!
“What are you ready to cry for?” I asked.
“I wish I can go back in time so I could be the woman you want. I still think about you and Kyree holding hands and shit,” she said, wiping her eyes.
I didn’t say anything to Tassana after that. She sat silently and picked through her food. “I’ve got to get going. I have to wake up in the morning, and catching a cab is hell in the city,” she said.
“You don’t have a whip?” I asked.
“No! You shot it up, remember? I gave it to a junkyard and they gave me a pretty decent amount for it. I needed the money for first month’s rent,” she said. After I paid the tab we walked out.
“I can take you home,” I said to her.
I pulled up to a small, quiet neighborhood moments later. Shorty wasn’t lying when she said her crib was small. The townhouses looked a little old but they weren’t rundown.
“Come in. I want to show you something,” she said, getting out. I followed her up the brick steps. When she unlocked the door a smell of cinnamon hit me. Her crib was neat and clean.
“You hired a maid because I don’t remember you being this neat,” I said chuckling. She rolled her eyes at me then told me to follow her up the stairs. She opened a bedroom door and there were baby items everywhere.
“This is the baby’s room. When I’m not working I’m spending my time painting it and all of that.” She smiled. It had paintings of little black babies on the blue walls. The crib was light blue and white. I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel!
“Look at this,” she said, picking up a picture frame with a sonogram in it. An arrow was pointing to something saying that it was a boy.
“His nuts supposed to be that size?” I asked, turning the picture upside down, looking at it. That shit looked weird! I ain’t never seen nothing like it before.
“Only you, Osari,” she said, taking the picture then sitting it down on the dresser.
My phone rang and it was Kyree calling. I ignored the call and Tassana was grilling me.
“You can leave now,” she said, walking out of the room.
“What’s your problem now, damn!” I said, heading down the stairs.
“I don’t have one. I’m sure your woman wants you home,” she said to me.
“I will holla at you later,” I said, walking out the door. When I got inside my car I called Kyree back.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Where are you? You’re not home!” she said.
“Am I supposed to be home? Yo, you been tripping on me lately! You don’t want a relationship, but you want me to act like I’m in one! I’m not answering to you or anybody else. I don’t be questioning you,” I said.
“That’s because I don’t give your dumb ass a reason to! Now, where are you?” she asked.
“I’m in Baltimore. I’m not coming down the road tonight. I’m going to get a room and chill,” I said.
“WHAT?” she yelled into the phone.
“I’m chilling! I got shit on my mind!” I said then she hung up on me. The fact that Tassana is pregnant with my son is really starting to settle in. Reality just kicked in, and as much as I wanted it to be a dream, it wasn’t. In three months I was going to be a father. I pulled out a wad of money from my pocket then put it in the mail slot in her door. She deserved the shit she been through but the fact she was actually going through it bothered me. She was pregnant and alone out in the county around nobody! Anything could happen to her and nobody would know. It really started to eat me up when I pulled off. Why can’t I just hate the bitch and move on? Three months she’s been gone and it felt like forever. My mother always kept her cell-phone in her pocket. She barely slept during the night so I decided to call her.
The phone rang four times before she answered.
“Hey, baby boy! What’s the matter? You usually don’t call mama this late,” she said.
“I’m about to be a father,” I said to her.
“I’m finally going to be a grandmother! I was hoping your sister started first, but she is too stubborn for children,” she said.
“I’m scared, Ma,” I told her. I didn’t hold back my feelings when it came to my mother. I tell her everything.
“Oh, no, not my big bad Osari! You aren’t scared of anything.” She laughed.
“Reality is kicking in,” I said to her.
“It’s not the baby you are scared of, Osari. It’s the woman you are having the baby by,” she said. Back in the day, people used to call my mother a witch because of her wisdom. I used to hate that shit! My mother is Creole and as soon people find that out they think of Voodoo. Her eyes are pure white and the kids in my old neighborhood were scared of her. She refused to wear sunglasses. She used to always say, “If I can’t see the sun, what do I need them for?”
“She is scandalous and she stole from me,” I said to her.
“You forgave her already because, if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be so confused about your feelings. It’s another woman, isn’t it?” she asked.
“Kyree is perfect! She works, got a good head on her shoulders, and she is so beautiful! I don’t have to worry about her scheming,” I said.
“You admire Kyree and you are in love with the other woman,” she said.
“HELL NO! See, you messing with me now, Ma! If you was sleep that’s all you had to say!” I said, ready to hang up. I wasn’t trying to hear that shit.
“Bring her to see me,” she said.
“Who, Kyree?” I asked her.
“No, the other one. I want to feel her vibe. I want to hear her voice. Mama always knows!” she said. After I hung up with my mother my head started spinning. I was stuck between two women!
Chapter 16- Kyree
Tokyo sat on my couch, eating popcorn with the bowl sitting on her huge stomach. The Christmas party was tonight and I still haven’t heard from Osari! This nigga was about to set me up! No phone call, nothing. I was pissed off and Tokyo rolling her eyes at me wasn’t
making it any better.
“What the hell is your problem?” I asked her.
“Bitch, what’s your problem? I didn’t come over here to look at your evil ass! You always enjoy this movie with me!” Tokyo said as we watched “Waiting to Exhale”.
“That’s right, Angela! Burn that shit down! He left your ass for a white woman! Burn all of that shit!” Tokyo cheered like she was watching a football game.
“Really, bitch? I’m over here pissed off and you over there cheering?”
“Oh, shut up, Kyree! Every woman that went through something enjoys the hell out of that part,” she said to me. When Tokyo heard the news about Darrion and Keshawna getting killed, she didn’t show any emotion. All she said was that they must have pissed someone off. I thought maybe she would be depressed a little bit because she was in love with Darrion at one point in time. But she seems more relieved than anything.
“Osari isn’t answering his phone! You think he is with your sister? That nigga called her while I was at his home and in his bed!” I said, pissed off.
“I don’t talk to that bitch! How would I know? Isn’t he her baby father, anyway? Osari doesn’t really take me as the type to just cut off a woman who is pregnant by him. Hell, the nigga can’t even cut a bitch off that stole his money!” Tokyo said.
“Oh, he can! He just can’t cut Tassana’s ass off! This nigga went three months without contacting her and then he just ups and calls her! He was missing that bitch!” I spat.
“You expect too much from him! No Hands done so much shit to you and you want Osari to make it go away! It doesn’t work like that!” Tokyo said.
“Isn’t that what happened with you and Kauzie after Darrion took you through it?” I asked her.
“Nope! Kauzie’s loving is damn good. I be like, Darrion who? I don’t think about what he did to me when I’m with Kauzie. That’s how it’s supposed to be. If Osari had that affect on you, you wouldn’t be thinking about what the next man did to you,” she said.
“I don’t understand,” I said, getting frustrated and dialing Osari’s number again.
“You still love No Hands and you want Osari to overwork himself to take that feeling away. If it’s forced, it’s not meant to be. Usually, getting over someone happens naturally. You can’t just fuck with a nigga and think he is going to have you falling out of love with the old one,” Tokyo spat.
“He done me so wrong, Tokyo,” I said with tears in my eyes.
“But you fucked him again three months ago. Didn’t you tell me that you slept with him when you went over to his house to pick something up? Bitch, that was an excuse! Whatever you had there could’ve been left there!” Tokyo said.
Three months ago I’d slept with No Hands. I did leave some items there but I just wanted to see him. The love was so passionate and intense that I cut him completely off afterwards. He has been calling me nonstop but I don’t answer the phone for him. I’ve been hearing rumors how he has been going through it missing me, but he hurt me too bad. I was willing to accept the first baby, but the second one I just couldn’t. He dogged me out and I still loved him. I was weak for that nigga and I just couldn’t shake him.
There was a knock on my door. When I opened the door it was Osari dressed casual with a sweater on and some type of pants that looked like jeans but had a business look to them. His pretty eyes pierced through me as he smirked.
“Damn, can I get a hug? What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked. I hugged him then kissed his cheek. I inhaled his cologne and it made my pussy throb. It was something sexual about Osari I was drawn to. Maybe it was his tall athletic frame, or his pretty thug features. It even could be the fact that he picks me up and fucks me so good until I scream. I had a craving for him. In the bedroom his skills were beyond perfect. He left no place on my body untouched.
“Look at this big-ass broad!” Osari said to Tokyo when he went into the living room.
“Oh, fuck you, nigga!” she said, throwing her popcorn at him. He chuckled. Tokyo just had that aura to her that drew you in. It was impossible to not like Tokyo despite her sarcastic, slick mouth.
“So, I guess I’m looking at how my baby mama is going to look in a few months,” Osari said to Tokyo. I didn’t want to hear that!
“Osari,” I said.
“What? Sit your ass down or something! You been acting like a bitch lately! I’m here on time, aren’t I? Look at what the fuck I got on. I’m dressed like I’m Carlton from ‘Fresh Prince of Bel-Air’! I don’t do social events and I made an exception for you and you still bitching! You got five fucking minutes to change your attitude or I’m gone! I could be out with Lee or Dez getting into some shit!” he said to me.
“Damn!” Tokyo said, shaking her head.
“Where your retarded-ass sister at anyway? She should be getting some checks or something! She must got lead poisoning or something,” Osari said about Shimmy, pissing me off.
“She is home! You know she is on house arrest! Where is your crazy-ass sister? Is she done stalking Tokyo?” I asked him. When I found out Tasira was Osari’s sister I told him about her stalking Tokyo. He didn’t say much, of course, because that’s his sister but I could tell he wasn’t surprised at the crazy bitch.
“We haven’t been having any problems lately. I’m glad because I started looking for that bitch and couldn’t find her. I was on a rampage. She would’ve caught it when Mya caught that ass whipping. I’m tired of these hoes!” Tokyo said.
Osari didn’t say anything because he was so into his phone texting. I’m sure it was Tassana he was texting. Since the first time he called her he has been glued to his phone even more.
“Who are you texting, Osari?” I asked him.
“Fuck this shit! I’m out! I haven’t been sitting down for five fucking minutes and you just keep asking me shit. Go to the Christmas party by yourself or take someone else with you,” he said getting up.
“Are you serious?” I asked him.
“Yup, I’m just as serious as you when you tell me you can’t suck dick! Be easy!” he said walking out the door.
“All those pickles you be eating and you can’t suck dick? Damn, Kyree! I’m offended my damn self!” Tokyo said, falling over laughing. I called Kauzie and told him to come and get his pregnant bitch off my couch. Tokyo’s stomach was so huge she could barely drive! She couldn’t even attend the art contest at the art gallery she registered her art in. Tokyo ended up winning the contest and now her paintings were displayed in the art museum. Her paintings were even in the newspaper. This all had taken place a month ago! She couldn’t stand long at all! Her stomach was just that big. We tried to convince her to stop working and just focus on selling her art. She is very talented and her paintings and sketches are beautiful! She just doesn’t know how much money she could make off it.
Minutes later Kauzie pulled up and this nigga had No Hands in the passenger seat.
“Why the fuck did you bring this funky-knuckle nigga to my house?” I asked standing on my step. No Hands put the window down.
“Fuck you! You lucky I don’t slap your ass!” he said.
“Nigga, you wish you could! I’ll give you one hundred dollars right now if you can smack me! Having all of these damn babies! You need to start using a rubber! Oh, that’s right, I forgot! Your handicap ass can’t put one on! You can’t even grip my titties to suck them! Now, try me, bitch!” I said to him. Kauzie and Tokyo’s mouths dropped. I talked to No Hands the way I do because of how much he hurt me.
“Loose-pussy bitch! I can stick my whole fist up your shit!” he said to me.
“If my pussy loose it’s because my nigga’s dick is bigger than yours!” I said to him. He got out of the truck and my mouth dropped. This nigga had fingers! I knew he was supposed to go for surgery but I didn’t hear anyone saying that he went through with it. He told me three months ago he was getting it done but he been saying that for years. He’d finally got it done! Tears fell from my eyes as I went into my house, slamm
ing the door. I went into my bedroom and cried. I loved him so much. I was happy for him.
“Kyree, open up the door!” he said, knocking on my door. “Come on, shorty! Open up the door! You know I can’t use these properly yet. It’s going to take time! You wearing me out!” he said. I opened the door and his handsome chocolate face was staring at me.
“You just tried shitting on me, didn’t you?” he asked, walking in. He sat down on my bed and I looked at his fingers. They looked so real. I saw a little boy on the news that was getting new hands. I knew it was possible but to see it up so close was unbelievable.
“They got some type of metal or something extending from my knuckles. They use skin from all over my body to cover it. I will never have fingernails but I can live with that,” he said.
“I’m proud for you, but can you leave?” I said to him.
“I love you, Kyree,” he said to me.