by Forever Redd
“Da widdle babies hungie? Mean, mean mommy no feed ‘em? Aww, bwess da widdle hearts. Auntie gon’ feed da babies, yes I am.”
I slapped her hand away, “Wash your ass, and come on. We hungry and Auntie buyin’.”
I laughed as I left Karley to bathe in peace. I laid down on the bed and no sooner than my head hit the pillow, I was out.
“Wake that ass up, time to eat fatty.”
Karley got on my nerves. It was about to be a long four months.
*****
Jody
I paced the small hotel rubbing my hands together. I couldn’t wait to see Rosita. I knew that I shouldn’t be fuckin’ with her, but damn, I couldn’t leave her alone. That little pussy did shit to me no man could imagine.
This juggling different women was tiresome, but I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why I did it. It wasn’t even just Rosita, there were others. Everything was spiraling out of control for me and Rosita was just a welcomed distraction. It was beginning to feel like the other side of me took over. I quit my job, Victoria didn’t even know yet. I was facing those charges and I couldn’t even tell her the truth on that. I thought long and hard about my feelings for my wife. I loved her. I loved her so much that it was teeter tottering on the verge of me just loving her presence. She was there to hold me down and she was doing that, so why fix what wasn’t broke?
The small raps at the door shook me from my thoughts and I crossed the room in a few long strides. I opened the door to find Rosita standing there in some cream colored jeggings that looked painted on, chocolate riding boots, and a fitted white top. The sight of that ape fist in the front of her pants made my dick jump. I stepped to the side and watched her walk through the door.
“Damn,” I mumbled while watching all that ass sway from side to side. The seam of her pants split straight between her cheeks, allowing just enough peek-a-boo at the fat pussy lips packed in the crotch of her pants. I was so hard I could feel the pre cum as it stained my shorts. She turned around to face me and we tore into each other like rabid dogs. Moans and breaths could be heard throughout. I ripped her blouse in the process of getting it off. We were so into each other, we just plopped on the floor and fucked. Straight real deal, raw, animalistic fucking.
When I got those tight ass pants below her big creamy ass, I didn’t know what to put in there first. My face, my fingers, or my meat. I opted for the latter and thrust all nine of my inches dead into her center. That first stroke shook her insides and I damn near broke her neck when I snatched her head back. I was trying to damage the pussy and fuck up her uterus in the process.
“Aaahhh,” she whimpered.
“Don’t say shit just take this dick.” I knew Rosita didn’t speak a word of English, but I knew it would get her going. I had no idea what she was saying either and didn’t give a shit as long as she gave my seeds a home. Her pussy or her throat and I already knew there was no place like home.
Rosita held on to the leg of the bed, the comforter rested between her teeth, and threw those soft ass cheeks back against my thighs. The more I thrust my dick into her the more she threw it back. I didn’t know what came over me, I was dizzy and I liked it. A small puddle had begun to form on the carpet from the juices dripping out of her pink box. I slowed my pace, I tried to get it together, but when her ass began to clap, it was over. I put my hand over her mouth and pulled back leaving only the head of my dick clasped between her lips. I took a lung cleansing breath and propelled forward. The head of my dick was trained on her G-spot and that one thrust caused her pussy to leak all over the floor. As for me, the nut that escaped my sack came through with a vengeance, leaving a busted rubber and babies on Rosita’s ass.
I craved it. Rosita got up from the floor and made her way to the bathroom as I rested on the floor. When she returned, she had handprints around her throat and fingernail marks on her ass. Not a good look, especially from a grown ass man that had already been caught up fucking with her young ass. Fuck it!
*****
Victoria
Karley and I sat in the living room planning the little gathering we were going to have to celebrate the good news when we heard keys jiggling in the door. Leon was home, and my Jody should have been with him. I was so excited. Every chance I laid eyes on him, I fell in love all over again. The door opened, but Leon was alone.
“Leon, where is my husband?” I asked.
Leon stood there looking as if he was gathering a lie, and the only thing he could come up with was Jody was coming, but he rushed home because he had to shit. Leon pulled out his iPhone and looked at the screen, “Hold up, this him right here. Aye, homie, where you at? You got wifey here at the house all worried and shit. Oh, ooohhh, nah man, I ain’t gon’ say nuttin’. I got you man.” Leon stood there with a finger in the air, speaking in a hushed tone. “Okay, bruh, see you in an hour.”
Leon turned back to me and told me that Jody would be here in an hour because he stopped off to get me something special and I better act surprised. I blushed at what my baby would be bringing this time. He did any and everything to spoil me rotten.
“Can I go shit now?” Leon stood, hopping from foot to foot. Karley threw a pillow at him and told him he was excused.
I knew Leon was lying. I dealt with liars all day, but the thought of Jody elsewhere made no sense to me. He loved me. I knew that, not because he said it all the time, but I could feel it. I couldn’t let them see me fall apart, or overreact, so I just put on a happy face and tried to steady my bruised heart.
Jody came sliding through the door with that gorgeous smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. He held in one hand a Baby Gap bag shopping bag, and in the other a dozen red roses. I jumped up and fell into his arms and kissed all over his face. I was so glad to see him that the silly thoughts I just had were pushed to the back of my mind. I grabbed the bags. I wanted to see what he had bought.
There were several onesies of different colors, little booties, and bibs that said ‘Mommy’s Angel’. Also in the bags was a leather Gap baby bag backpack. It had so many compartments, and zippers, but it was hot. Karley and I were oooing and aaahhhing over the baby stuff while Leon and Jody were getting drinks and having a private conversation.
*****
Jody
“Thanks, homie. Good lookin’,” I told Leon, giving him a pound.
“You know I got you, Big Jody. But for real man, don’t hurt her with this shit, homie. You know what I had to do to pull that shit off? Man, I told them we got separated ‘cause I had to shit, so I rushed. I grabbed my phone, hit that lil’ button on the side to make it light up and shit. Then I was like oh, this him right here.”
“Shut up, man,” I laughed.
“Aye, man, real shit. I went in the bathroom and text yo’ black ass, like, bring ya ass. It’s funny to you, but that shit ain’t cool. You starting to get real reckless like you don’t care. She pregnant, homie. Chill.”
“Yo, you right. Aye, man. I quit my job.”
“You did what?” Leon yelled. “Tell me you kiddin’. What the fuck you gon’ do?”
“I’ll figure it out. She don’t know yet, so don’t say shit.”
“We gon’ talk about this later.”
We shared a brotherly hug, and joined Karley and Victoria to finalize things for the weekend.
18
Victoria
How I gained five pounds in less than a week? I’d never know, but it seemed like everything was too small.
“Just wear the clothes I bought you, ma. We know they fit,” Jody stated, annoyed at my complaining.
“I’m sorry, Jody, but you aren’t carrying twins, and you didn’t just gain five pounds. I can wear something you bought, I just wanted to wear something I had already,” I said while looking down at the floor.
Jody used his thumb to lift my head and allow my eyes to meet his. “Ma, you are beautiful, clothes on, clothes off. Fat or skinny, I love your heart.”
I nodded my head and
wiped my teary eyes. I went to the closet to retrieve the gray sweater dress with the black buckle in the back, some opaque tights, and my black riding boots. Jody went to get dressed. My handsome man was standing at the counter putting his phone away just as I walked in. He stuttered a bit, but went on to tell me how good I looked and we put on our jackets and left.
Karley had already seasoned the meat for dinner when we got there, and Leon was outside starting the grill. Shameful, those boys would fire up a grill in rain sleet or snow, that’s that country life. I put on an apron and started the macaroni and cheese. Jody grabbed the Hennessey bottle and went out the back door to join Leon. Karley and I talked about the about the phone call between Leon and Jody the other day and how I felt it was a lie. Karley pointed out all the reasons and ways I could be wrong, but at that moment I couldn’t differentiate intuition from insecurity.
Our girl talk was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Teez was on the other side. He walked in the living room with a lit blunt dangling from his lips, and a bottle in hand. Karley took the blunt from his lips and turned to walk back to the kitchen.
“Damn, Karley,” Teez stated. “How you just gon’ take my shit?”
Karley smirked, inhaled that country green, and blew circles in Teez’s face before responding. “Consider it a house warming gift since you never warmed the house. The boys are in the back, please keep it movin’.”
Everyone had arrived and a few others that I could have done without, but they were already there. I was going to have an actual baby shower a little later. That night was just to celebrate the good news and hang out with friends. Jody yelled for everybody to be quiet, because he had an announcement to make.
“We had y’all come up here for this little gathering to celebrate. I’m sure y’all can see Vic is pregnant. But it’s not just one. We havin’ twins!”
The guys started whistling and yelling out shit like, “Damn, my nigga you work fast,” and some shit about him being the man.
“But here is the shit, one of ‘em is a boy,” he looked at everyone so proudly.
Everybody started clapping and congratulating us.
“I want y’all to raise yo’ muthafuckin’ glasses, bottles, juice for my baby, and drink up for me, V, and the babies.”
The stereo was on, the food was out, blunts were sparked and drinks were everywhere. Of course, we had a spades game going on. Jody and Leon had something to try and prove. To whom, I would never knew, but at least they tried. There was a card table where a game of bones had started, and they were talking shit over there too.
The night finally came to an end and everyone parted ways. Jody eased up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and rubbed my belly.
“Y’all tired?” he asked while sniffing my neck.
“Yes.”
“Then let’s go home!”
************
Jody
I was awakened from a dream that my mother was in. It was like I was reliving the night she died all over again. I got up and paced the floor, and Victoria was beginning to stir. I swore I didn’t have time for her shit. The what’s wrongs? You okay’s? The come back to bed bullshit, so I tried to slip on my sweats as quietly as possible. Just as I tripped over the shoe that she neglected to put in the closet, I stubbed my toe and knocked the lamp off the nightstand. It came crashing to the floor and woke her ass up. I was beyond pissed.
“Oh, my God!” Victoria screamed, rising from the bed. “Jody, you scared the shit out me. What’s wrong, baby?”
And so it begins, I thought. “Nothing. Go back to sleep, I’m good.”
“You sure, I mean you up in the middle of the night, putting on clothes. Where ya going?, Is everything okay?”
I knew I told that woman I was good, so why was she asking all these questions? “Victoria, I told you I’m good, why are you going on? I am good. Go back to sleep, please.”
“I heard what you said, babe. I just wanna make sure you are okay. Nothing more and nothing less. There is no reason to get all huffy, damn.”
“Then if you heard the shit and you still askin’ ‘bout it, there’s a breakdown of communication somewhere. If there…”
“Ain’t no breakdown of communication nowhere, Jody. You got people walking around on eggshells and shit because we don’t know when your crazy ass is gon’ flip, so you damn right, I’ma repeat my…”
Slap.
I was in her face in no time. Did that bitch just call me crazy? I could have sworn I heard her say I was crazy. Yep, she sho did. Victoria fell onto the bed holding her cheek with tears in her eyes.
“Jody!”
“Let me explain one muthafuckin’ thing to you. Don’t you ever, as long as there is breath in yo’ body. Don’t you ever call me crazy. I got a whole lotta crazy stored up in here somewhere and I assure you, you ain’t seen it. Fuck around and I give you exactly what you looking for. Don’t play with me, Victoria.”
“Jody, I’m pregnant with your babies. How could you lay hands on me?”
“Shut up, Vic.”
“No, I am not gon’ shut up. Please, Jody, tell me what’s going on,” she cried.
I finished getting my clothes on and as I was getting ready to walk out the door, I felt a small pang of guilt tug at my heart. I knew I was wrong for hitting her, but damn, she just wouldn’t get off my nerves. I told her I was okay, and there she comes with some more shit. I just needed some air. I had to get out that house and out her face before I fucked her up over some dumb shit. I gave her one last look of pity and walked out.
**********
Victoria
I stood in the bathroom with a cool washcloth on my face. How could he hit me? What did I do wrong? What did I say? Where was he going? All those years and never would I have suspected that he would hit me. He was so warm and kind, that man loved me. I knew it in my heart of hearts he did. After all he was always showing it, or at least it appeared that way.
There was something going on with him, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It seemed like after his mother passed something inside of him changed, he just snapped. All the unnecessary outbursts, the tantrums. Maybe he was on drugs. Those were only a few thoughts that ran through my head. I also thought about calling somebody and telling them what just happened, but I thought better of it. It was just a slap. Maybe, I did appear hysterical. He did tell me that he was okay, but I kept pushing, kept digging. Jody would never all out hurt me, so I figured he would get one pass, and I would be a little less of a nag. I dried my tears and made my way back to an empty bed.
I lay still and slept as life passed me by. I slept on my surroundings, I slept on my pregnancy, and I slept on me. As my delusions became illusions that appeared while I slept, my subconscious became my reality. I lived in a dream, but the reality was, I slept on Jody. My eyes remained wide shut, while he did the things he did. I never once opened my eyes, in return, my mind stayed shielded. I wanted that, I wanted the illusion. I needed the dream. What did I have left to do? Life left me no choice.
I had to be a big girl and accept the fact that my husband had some sort of issues, but I didn’t know what. I could have left, but I vowed to stay by his side. I wanted to help him, fix him, bring back the smooth talking lover boy that I had grown to love. I wanted him. I wanted the married life. That had forever been my dream, and I was finally blessed to get it. Was there any other way? I made the picture. I created the portrait, the façade of a happily ever after. Nothing was left but to live my dream, my way.
I closed my eyes, I turned a deaf ear, and I was going to stand by his side until we could sort things out. He needed me, and I needed him were my last thoughts as I drifted into a deep sleep.
19
Jody
“I felt as though Victoria and I have been living on the verge of separation for the last few months because she just gets on my nerves so much, Mama. I even went so far as to tell her I had to take an out of town load just to get away from her. The crazy thi
ng is, I love her so much. I don’t get why she can’t just do the things I tell her and keep quiet. I wish you were here to help me fix it.”
I stared out into the distance and decided to head to Branchville to see my old man and see what was going on in the hood. My little weed operation ran rather smoothly. Leon made sure all was good and handled it if it wasn’t. I was just the man with the connect and I got paid off not getting my hands too dirty. It worked, and we all ate. I placed a kiss on my mama’s headstone and headed to my hometown.
“Jody, come on in boy. How ya doin’, son?” my dad said as he hugged me in the doorway. “Good to see ya, come on in. You wanna swig a lil’ sumthin’ with ya old man?”
“Dang, Pop. It’s like two thirty in the afternoon,” I chuckled.
“Yeah, you right. You wanna beer then?”
“That’ll work.”
My dad went to get the beers and I looked around the living room at all of the things my mom left behind. Her presence was so strong. It felt like she was there. I was comfortable, at peace. I was at home.
“What’s on ya mind son?”
“Oh, me? I’m good, just checkin’ an old man out,” I choked back tears.
“I see, well, thanks for checkin’, but sumthin’ tells me we gon’ need more than this beer.”
“Pop, man, I’m fuckin’ up. I stay out all hours of the night. I’m runnin’ up in this broad or that broad. I’ve hit her too. And I miss Mama so much. I know you do too. It’s just that when she left it…”
“Stop right there. Stop right there, damnit. I will not sit here and allow you to blame this shit on yo’ po’ mama’s name. This is your shit, man up and own up to yo’ shit. What the hell is wrong with you boy? Yo’ mama ain’t neva wanna say it ‘cause she ain’t wanna hurt yo’ punk ass feelings, but I’ma tell you today. Gon’ crack that bottle ‘cause you gone need sumthin’ strong to handle all this truth.”