by Natavia
“Nigga, don’t scare her! She might think they are going to take her toes off. Let’s pray we won’t have to call her, No Toes,” Kyree whispered.
“Bitch, I heard that!” I snapped at her. After the nurse changed my bandage she walked out of the room. Kauzie fed Kylee from a little Enfamil bottle.
“Awww, look at daddy Kauzie! You still a rude-ass nigga though!” Kyree laughed.
“Leave my baby alone!” I said to Kyree.
“So, what are y’all going to do about Tasira? I’m ready to tell Osari he needs to talk to his sister, but he said he hasn’t seen her,” Kyree said.
“That’s because that crazy bitch has been in our house!” Kauzie said.
“Did y’all have a boiling rabbit on the stove?” Kyree asked then we shook our heads. I love Kyree dearly but she irks my damn nerves when she tries to make a joke out of everything. Tasira staying in our house was not a joking matter even if she was acting like that woman in “Fatal Attraction”.
I stayed in the hospital for four and a half days. Kauzie’s parents have been here every day during my stay. I was closer to them than my own parents. My mother still hasn’t come to see me and I was done trying to reach out to her. I was ready to go home. I could barely walk because of my foot and the C-section but I didn’t care about that. I wanted to go home to be with my family. Kauzie insisted that we stay at his parents’ house but I wanted to be home. I doubt if Tasira has been back because the police was watching our house to see if they could catch her.
As soon as I found out we were having a girl I started painting her room pink and purple. In the middle of the wall there was a picture of Kauzie standing behind me holding my stomach. We had gotten it taken a few months ago but in order for me to paint it to perfection I had the picture professionally taken first. It was one of my best paintings! I had on a black sheer-like sheet that covered my breasts and everything else except for my stomach. Kauzie was shirtless with his dreads hanging down his shoulders. I used gold sparkling paint to paint his dog tags that he had on around his neck. The painting was beautiful and managed to get 50,000 likes on Facebook within the first week of being posted. I received a lot of messages from people wanting to hire me to paint their portraits.
Kauzie was ready to lay Kylee down but something in her crib started moving.
“There is something in her crib under the blanket!” I said to Kauzie, taking Kylee from him then backing up. He pulled the blanket back then jumped up.
“OH SHIT!” he said, falling back into the dresser. I almost pissed myself as a long snake slithered out of her crib. Kauzie hurriedly grabbed the snake by its neck then started squeezing it. I could no longer watch as I hurriedly went into our bedroom. I was going to kill that bitch when I see her! Tasira reminded me of a snake! You can’t see her or hear her but you know she is around. That bitch is really scaring me!
“Ma’am, we have been watching the house for the past few days and have not seen anyone coming or going. Everything is still boarded up,” the police officer said as he took another one of my statements. Kauzie’s eyes were bloodshot red. He was beyond angry! In the corner by the door the snake was laid out dead in a trash bag.
“I’m happy that the baby is safe! If you hadn’t noticed it in time it could’ve killed her. We will do everything we can to find this woman. If we find out anything else we will keep you posted,” the officer said, leaving out and taking the trash bag with him.
“I should’ve listened to you. We should’ve gone to your parents’ house,” I said, holding a sleeping Kylee close to me. Kauzie wrapped his arm around us. I have a feeling that this is going to get worse and the only way I won’t have to deal with it is if I leave Kauzie alone. She is doing this to turn me off from him. But this bitch must not know that I’m not going anywhere and when I heal I’m finding her myself!
Chapter 18- Tassana
It’s been a few weeks since Osari and I had dinner. He has been on my mind heavily lately. Armory picked me up from work but I wasn’t hearing him. He was a good man but I wasn’t interested in him like that. He was everything I would’ve wanted a few months ago. He buys me things that I don’t ask for and he isn’t disrespectful. But I didn’t see him like that. I wanted Osari but I know he is with Kyree and I have to deal with that.
“Who is that nigga?” Armory asked, pulling up in my neighborhood. There was a figure standing on my step and I couldn’t make out the face. I could tell by his clothes that it was a man. When we stopped in front of my house the figure walked down the steps. It was Osari standing there with an emotionless expression on his face like always. I slowly got out of the car, not knowing what to expect.
“What do you want?” Armory asked Osari.
“Nigga, don’t come at me like that unless you want some shit in your life that will fuck it up!” Osari spat calmly.
“Go in the house, Tassana! Let me talk to this nigga, real quick!” Armory said.
“I wish you would listen to this fuck-nigga! Stay your ass there!” Osari said to me. I had a long day at work and wanted to go to sleep! I didn’t have time for this shit.
“Armory, just go home. I will call you. Osari and I have things to discuss about the baby,” I said, trying to diffuse the situation. Armory grilled Osari and Osari grilled him back. Armory got into his car then pulled off. At least I know he isn’t a punk-ass nigga like Tudos.
“I don’t trust that nigga so stay the fuck away from him!” Osari said to me. I rolled my eyes then walked up the steps to my home. After I unlocked the door Osari was jacking me up against the wall.
“You fucking while carrying my son?” he asked, with menacing eyes.
“No! Now, get the fuck off of me!” I said pushing him. His mood lightened then he smirked. “I can see he is feeling you though! I guess he sees something in you too,” Osari said.
“Oh, shut the fuck up! What’s coming next? Hoe, bitch, slut, what?” I asked him. He sat down on my couch then looked at me from head to toe. He was looking at me like he did when he was over Tudos’s house. It took me back to that day when Osari asked me how much I charged for my pussy. When he looked at me like that it made me feel uncomfortable. It was an ice-cold stare with lust written across his face. He was studying me.
“What is it?” I asked, feeling uncomfortable.
“Take your pants off,” Osari said. He said it the same way he did when he and I first had sex. His tone was menacing and demanding.
“NO!” I said then he raised his eyebrow.
“Take them off now, Tassana! Don’t piss me off, shorty!” he said in a threatening tone. I kicked my shoes off then unbuttoned my pants. I pulled them down then stepped out of them. I wasn’t in the mood to piss Osari off so I did what he told me to do.
“You got chubbier,” he said to me. I wanted to run up the stairs to hide from embarrassment. I bent down to pick my pants up but Osari stopped me. “Leave them off. I want to see you,” he said. I stepped away from him.
“Just stop breaking me down like this. I can’t deal with this shit anymore, Osari! I’ve had enough of it!” I said to him. I was fed up with the way he degraded me. This nigga had the nerve to tell me I had gotten fatter like I wasn’t pregnant!
“You look sexy chubby though,” he said. I rolled my eyes at him then blushed as he rubbed my stomach.
“You really have a messed-up way of expressing how you really feel. You need to work on that because I can’t tell the difference between you giving a compliment or being a jackass!” I said. He ignored me.
“That’s all me, huh?” he asked as he continued to rub my stomach.
“Yes, now what’s up with you? You are acting weird. I’m not in the mood for your mind games,” I said to him. He gripped the back of my neck then bent down to kiss my lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I kissed him back as his hands went down to my ass, gripping it. I was trapped between the wall and Osari as his hands traveled up my shirt, squeezing my sensitive breasts. I slightly moaned as he d
eepened the kiss.
“WAIT! What are we doing, Osari? I want someone to myself. I’m not doing this shit with you,” I said, pulling away from him.
“I’m not with nobody!” he said, stepping away from me.
“You and Kyree aren’t together?” I asked him.
“Kyree and I were just spending time with each other. I was her escape and she was mine. We had a sexual friendship and, yeah, I was feeling her but she and I are just cool,” he said. Osari never lies so I knew he was telling the truth. Sometimes being too honest hurts more than anything else.
“UMPH!” I said. I’m still not a fan of Kyree!
“Real shit, shorty, this is something new to me—being a father and having strong feelings for someone. I’m telling you right now though and I put this on my father, if you do some scandalous-ass shit to me like that again I swear I would really hurt you! You don’t fuck with my money or my feelings!” he said. I smiled.
“Do you love me?” I asked.
“Yeah, I love your hoe ass!” he said.
“OSARI!” I said to him then he started smiling, showing that cute little dimple that made him appear innocent.
“You just fucked up the moment,” I said, walking into the kitchen. I came back out into the living room and Osari was sitting on my couch shoes and shirt off, watching TV.
“What you want to eat?” I asked him.
“It don’t matter! But don’t make that tuna casserole shit no more! I thought something was trying to burst through my stomach the last time you made it,” he said, making me laugh. After I put the chicken in the oven I headed upstairs to take a shower. When I got out Osari was sitting on my bed.
“Play with your pussy for me,” he said.
“Not that weird crap again,” I said to him.
“Damn, you are boring now. I can’t wait till you have the baby,” he said, getting frustrated.
“I’m tired from work! I pulled a sixteen-hour shift!”
“I need to get used to you telling me no!” he said. I dried off then dropped my towel. I massaged cocoa butter cream on my skin to prevent stretch marks because my ass had spread all over! Osari was still looking at me and I started to feel self-conscious. I remembered when Osari picked up Kyree like it was nothing the day I followed him. Now, he is staring at my big, school bus-shaped ass!
“Stop staring at me, Osari! Damn, you are making me feel fat! I’m not like Kyree’s small ass! Shit!” I spat, getting annoyed.
“What made you bring her up?” he asked.
“Because when I followed you I saw how you just lifted her ass up! You like small bitches, I see,” I said.
“I can pick your ass up too! Now, I might can’t fuck you in that position but I can pick your short ass up!” he said, laughing. The thought of Osari fucking Kyree like that made my blood boil! The thought of her, period, got under my skin. He stood up and walked over to me. When he got to me he picked me up then sat me down on top of my dresser in front of the mirror.
“You happy now?” he asked, kissing on my neck. Earlier when he was kissing on me I tried to fight it. But now I needed him since I know he isn’t with anyone. I reached for his pants then unbuckled them. I slid them down along with his boxer-briefs. His dick was pointing straight at me. I slightly moaned just thinking of him gripping the back of my head as I made love to him with my mouth. Osari grabbed my breasts then started sucking on my nipples. He squeezed them as he sucked on my nipples like he was milking a cow! I don’t give a damn if he thought he was milking one! The sensation felt so good I started to have an orgasm as I jerked him off.
His hand slid down my swollen stomach then between my legs. He inserted two of his fingers slowly inside of me then he fucked me with them. When he reached my spot he turned his fingers upwards in a “come here” motion. His other hand grabbed my breast as he hungrily stuffed it into his mouth, sucking on them harder. I know he doesn’t like to be touched when we have sex but I couldn’t help but to grip the back of his head, pulling him closer to me.
“OSARRIIIIIIII!” I moaned as his fingers worked inside of me even faster. My legs shook and the mirror behind me felt like it was ready to give up on me. He pulled his wet dripping fingers from my sex then stuck them inside my mouth. I licked his fingers clean, tasting myself. He spread my legs open then smeared my wetness over his shaft.
“You need a condom!” I said to him. Osari isn’t screwing without a condom. I was even surprised myself when I found out I was pregnant by him. If I had slept with someone else within that timeframe I would’ve thought the baby belonged to someone else.
“You are already knocked up! What the fuck is you trying to tell me, Tassana?” Osari asked with a scowl on his face.
“Nothing!” I said.
“I’m trying to trust you, shorty!” he said as he eased himself inside of me. It had been months since I had sex and the feeling was uncomfortable. I tensed up as he put more of himself inside of me.
“DAMN!” he hissed then bit his lip.
“Be easy!” I spat as I tried to relax but I couldn’t. I felt like I was losing my virginity all over again. Osari opened my pussy lips then went further into me until he was balls deep. He pulled out of me then pushed his way into me again, loosening me up. Once I started taking all of him in he started grinding into my spot. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he hugged held my hips. The dresser slowly rocked as Osari worked himself inside of me. My walls contracted around him, making it harder for him to move. His thumb circled around my clit, forcing my legs to open wider and my walls to let him go.
“Stubborn-ass pussy! Relax that shit and let me fuck it!” he commanded. I forgot how stubborn Osari was during sex. He wants to lead the way. He wanted all of the control and I loved every bit of it! His mushroom-sized head dived further into me and when he hit my spit I bit my lip as I started to come. He toyed with my clit as he banged into my spot over and over again. My head started spinning and my legs started shaking as my wetness poured out underneath me. My ass was sliding on the dresser.
He lifted my legs over the crook of his arm. I had an orgasm again from the excitement. I could just imagine how deep inside of me he was about to be. I gripped the edge of the dresser, popping my pussy out more. I rubbed on my clit as he rubbed his dick between my slit. He bit his lip then closed his eyes as he entered me.
“TASSANA! SHIT!” he groaned as my pussy gripped him then pulled him in. His length traveled down my wet cave. I slowly grinded onto him. He didn’t tell me I could but I didn’t care! This was the best dicking down I have ever received! He held my legs out further, grinding back into me. I started whimpering as I dug my nails into his chest. I lost control over my body when he pinned my legs up, giving me nothing but dick! This nigga knows I’m pregnant!
“Don’t move! Keep still just like this!” he said, fucking me harder. His strokes weren’t fast but when he dived in it was deep! He had gotten so deep into me I felt like I started pissing! Oh God he is going to kill me! Fluids started running out of me like a faucet as I screamed. He gripped my legs tighter, held them up higher, slamming into my spot over and over again.
“I’m making that pussy squirt! Shitttttttttt!” he said as his body jerked then trembled. Osari was moaning like I never heard him before. His sweaty body fell into me as he tried catching his breath.
“I will hurt you if you give it away, Tassana! You the first broad I fucked raw! I take that shit very personal!” he said to me. After he pulled out of me I headed back to the shower. As I lathered my body up the shower curtain slid back. Osari got in behind me.
“Let me guess, you took a damn shower with Kyree too?” I asked him. Osari is too comfortable doing something like this! Months ago you couldn’t pay him to be this intimate!
“I would’ve done everything with you first but you fucked that up! I love you, so from this point on, that’s all that matters!” he said, finally sounding sincere.
The next day…
I was in the house
watching TV on the couch while Osari was in the kitchen making lasagna. He hasn’t left since he came over yesterday. My doo-bell rang and I got up to answer it. Osari hurriedly rushed from the kitchen. “What the fuck I tell you about that?” he asked me. I rolled my eyes at him then sat back down.
When he opened the door it was Dez. Dez gave Osari dap then gave me the head nod.
“Damn, your ass got big!” Dez said to me.
“WHAT!” I said then they started laughing.
“Ay, yo, chill out with that before she start crying and shit! You know how pregnant women can get!” Osari said.
“That’s how Tokyo was,” Dez said.
“Was?” I asked.
“She had her baby early. Baby girl looks just like Kauzie too,” he said.
“You got a picture?” I asked Dez. He took out his phone then went to his Instagram. He went onto Tokyo’s page and showed me the baby. She was beautiful. She looked just like Kauzie.