SIDECHICK: CATCHING FEELINGS

by K NICOLE

  I was now four months and scared out of my mind. I still had five more months to go but I’ve been scaring myself by watching delivery videos and to hear these women screaming as they pushed, frightened me. A c-section was out of the question unless I absolutely needed it, but I was definitely getting an epidural.

  Now that Zeus could move around, we had a trip planned tomorrow to go look at the house that was on the market in Miami. The doctor that Zeus had coming to see me every month was willing to relocate with the amount of money Zeus offered her. I didn’t mind because she was an older woman that was happily married with six damn kids.

  Yeah, I was the jealous type. I didn’t want my man around no fine ass female because it wasn’t him I didn’t trust, it was the bitches. I was lucky to have a man who didn’t care to go out to the clubs and shit. He handled business and came home.

  Listening to Diah tell Zeus that Roman put his hands on her, I just felt so bad for her. It didn’t bother me that she didn’t ask how I was because why would she care about me? I slept with her husband. I could tell her friendship with Zeus was important to her and vice versa.

  I was at Zeus’ house today and was in his living room with my laptop in my lap being productive when there was a knock on the door. Zeus wasn’t here and I didn’t have his cameras on my phone so I placed my laptop beside me and stood to answer his door. It was his mama and I wondered if he knew she was coming over because he damn sure didn’t tell me. I answered the door with a fake smile on my face. She was still iffy in my book.

  After clearing her throat she spoke. “I just got off the phone with my son and he told me you were over here so I decided to stop by. I opened the door wider so she could saunter on it. “How are you?”

  “I’m great, what about yourself?”

  “I’m doing just fine. Thanks for asking,” Mrs Baker answered. I led her back to the living room and placed the laptop back in my lap.

  “My son told me y’all were moving to Miami.”

  “We are. His idea,” I told her. She probably had it in her head that we were moving because of me and I was taking her son away from her.

  “I sholl hate it. I’m not gonna be able to see my grandchild as much as I would like to.” She crossed her legs at the ankles and eyed me.

  “We’ll visit.” What else was I supposed to say?

  The front door opened and in walked Zeus, shaking his head.

  “Something told me you were gon’ pop up after getting off the phone with me,” he told his mama, shaking an index finger at her. Then he looked at me. “Mama trying to convince us to stay in Dallas but she already knows that’s a no go.”

  “I can always move with -”

  “Nah mama. We’re not doing that. We’ll bring the baby to see you every chance we get and Facetime you. I don’t think daughter in law and mother in law should be breathing down each other’s necks like that. Shit don’t mix,” Zeus sat down beside me and said. I was glad he was speaking up because I agree. She already showed me how she really felt.

  Don’t get me wrong, I would love to have a relationship with Zeus’ mom, but those mean words she had said about me were hard to look over. I felt like those words couldn’t be taken back because in the back of her head, I fucked both her sons. She would always view me as some hoe basically. I did not want to see this woman everyday in Miami.

  “That’s real sad you don’t want your mother close to you, Zeus,” she frowned, standing up and straightening up her clothes.

  “Ma! It ain’t even like that. I’m trying to live a life with me and my family. I love you but it ain’t happening. Ima put my foot down. Who needs you the most is Roman, putting his hands on females and shit. Oh, Diah didn’t tell you?”

  His mama gasped as she clutched the pearls around her neck. Her mouth had dropped and her jaw was hanging but nothing came out of her mouth. She looked from me to Zeus as if we were gonna yell out “sike!” No ma’am, your oldest son got out of hand.

  “I haven’t talked to him in a few days. I may need to pay him a visit,” she muttered. “That is unacceptable. I wonder why Diah didn’t tell me. I would have beat some sense into his ass. He knows I don’t play that putting hands on females shit. Let me go find his ass.”

  Zeus stood and hugged his mother. He walked her to her car as I focused back on my laptop with a smile on my face. It was a good feeling knowing my man was about me.

  Wes’ funeral was a week after the murder and I attended with Zeus by my side. It was a hard, sad day. To see my best friend lowered into the ground knowing I would never see him again hurt me so bad. Thankfully Zeus held me up because I would have crumbled.

  Leaving Dallas would be bittersweet but well needed. Too many bad memories were here and since Zeus was no longer alive, I wasn’t leaving anyone behind. My mom wouldn’t miss me and I was okay with that. Zeus came into my life for a reason even though it was right behind his own flesh in blood. That wasn’t something I could help. You love who you love.

  __________

  “It’s all yours,” Joy, the realtor announced, handing Zeus the keys. I was all smiles even though I could fuck Joy up for lingering her eyes on my man a little too long for my liking. When she spoke, she only seemed to be speaking to him. He was the one coming out of pocket, but that was our house now.

  I snatched the keys from her hands before she could drop them into Zeus’ palms. He chuckled lightly, but didn’t say anything. He knew too that Joy was eye fucking him. Zeus was just always calm as fuck, but I wished he would have checked that shit because it was disrespectful as fuck to me. Leaving the office is when she gently grabbed the back of neck as we walked towards his car.

  “She ain’t have shit on you. Chill,” he simpered, glancing down at me. I rolled my eyes because I already knew that. “She saw money signs and shit, the seat of her panties were probably wet.”

  I stepped out of his hold and mushed his head, causing him to lean over laughing. Zeus unlocked the car and opened the door for me, but before I could sit down, he picked my chin up with his fingers and pecked my lips a few times. No lie, my knees buckled. They always did when Zeus did shit like this.

  “I love you girl,” he said between our lips.

  “I love you too boy.”

  “Ain’t no boy here,” he smacked, closing the door behind me and rounding the front of the car.

  I had a whole man who I was in love with. I felt like the luckiest woman in the damn world.

  DIAH

  Crazy, but I’ve still been seeing Marco. It’s been a little bit of a month now and we didn’t have a title for what we were doing, but I was enjoying his time every time we linked up. Of course, he hasn’t come around my kids. I just wasn’t ready for that. When I had the kids, me and Marco would Facetime, and when the kids were gone with my parents or their dad, I would spend the weekend with Marco.

  I still allowed my kids to go with their dad because like I said before, he was a great dad to those four and plus, mama needed time to herself. School had begun and balancing work, school, and kids… I was overwhelmed. Being with Marco on the weekends was a breath of fresh air.

  Right now, we were walking into a restaurant to have dinner and then back to his house. This wasn’t the first time we’d been out together and he assured me he wasn’t married, he didn’t have a girlfriend, and he didn’t have a woman that thought she was his so I had nothing to worry about. There wasn’t gonna be any bitches popping up and trying to fight was what he told me.

  Marco told me his dad use to cheat on his mother and she died of a broken heart when he was fourteen. His dad ended up getting two other women pregnant. He vowed he would never put a woman through that. He was always a one woman’s man. I admired him for the way he thought because there was so many hoe ass men out there, including my soon to be ex-husband, who didn’t give a fuck about female’s feelings.

  “There isn’t anything your kid’s father can do to win your heart back?” Marco asked, taking a sip of his wine. I scru
nched up my face and took a sip of my wine myself before responding.

  “Hell no. He needs to go ahead and sign these divorce papers. I had to have the lawyer send him another copy because Roman told me he tore the first set up. I don’t know why he is making this hard on me when he could be free to fuck these females single,” I fussed, tossing my hair back. Marco’s deep brown eyes bore into mine as he nodded.

  I licked my lips on how sexy this man sitting before me was with his fresh haircut. The lineup was so crisp. Marco had on a black v-neck that exposed his buff arms. Around his neck was a single cuban link chain. On his right hand was a diamond pinky ring. This man was a boss - legally. That turned me on. I had learned to accept Roman’s choice on how he got his money but being here with Roman where he didn’t have to watch his damn back was different and refreshing.

  “That’s good to know. I don’t want no beef.”

  I lightly chuckled as Marco did the same. His ass wasn’t scared of Roman. If they ever did come to blows, I wasn’t sure who would come out on top but Marco was far from a punk. I could tell he didn’t take shit from anybody.

  “Where are the kids this weekend?” he asked me as I took the last bite of my salmon.

  “With him,” I quickly answered, then finished off my wine. I had a nice little buzz going from that being my second glass. I was ready to leave this cold restaurant and go be nasty and grown.

  “You ready to go?”

  I nodded, wiped my mouth with my napkin and then stood up. Roman paid the bill, slapping three twenties on the table. Slipping my arm in the crook of his arm, we ambled out of the restaurant. There was a nice breeze that blew my weave in my face, and he was nice enough to move it and hold my hair in a ponytail as we made it to his Benz. I swear he was the sweetest. To be honest, after I had let Marco fuck the first night I met him, I thought he was gon be a fuck and duck type nigga, but he wasn’t. He didn’t ask to drive my car because he had one. He didn’t need a crib to crash at because the man had his own. No baby mama. He was perfect, but that was the thing too… what if he wanted to have kids in the future? I didn’t get my tubes tied after I miscarried, but I wasn’t trying to have another kid. We would probably bump heads with that subject, whenever it comes up.

  Back at his house, I showered first while he sat on his balcony smoking weed. I didn’t smoke but the shit smelt so good, I decided to hit it. With just panties and one of his t-shirts on, I straddled him and took the bunt from his hands to pull on. My immature lungs filled with smoke and I immediately began to choke.

  “Damn,” Marco snickered, and started patting on my back. “You aight babe?”

  With cloudy eyes, I nodded and handed it back to him. Well tried to. He pushed it back to me and taught me how to inhale and exhale the smoke. After a while I was pro and high as fuck, laughing at everything that came out his mouth.

  “I’m hungry,” I frowned, standing up and pulling the shirt down that had lifted. With heavy, low eyes, I saw Marco eying my exposed thighs while licking his juicy bottom lip. I had the fuckin’ munchies and left him sitting there to go raid his kitchen.

  While I was bent over, head in the refrigerator, I heard his heavy steps approaching. Marco pressed up behind me and I moaned at the feel of his hardened dick poking into my ass crack.

  “Whatever you’re about to fix, make enough for me. My shit just growling too,” he said, slapping me gently on the ass and then gripping my cheek. Moving around out, I took out the ingredients I had pulled out of the refrigerator to make us some sandwiches. I had my lunch meat, pepper jack cheese and mayo. After making sure his bread wasn’t expire because you know niggas don’t check, I began to fix our food. Marco even had some Lays chips.

  “No lie,” I said, licking my lips. “I’m so use to having a cook fix food for me and the kids because I get so busy, I get so tired and drained at the end of the day.”

  “Spoiled but shit, if needed, I can afford one. I gotchu’,” he called out, jumping up on the counter to watch me. I smiled up at him.

  Being with someone new was still different for me because all I knew was Roman. Marco was weighing my heart down every time I saw him and it was a good feeling. A real good feeling.

  __________

  Lyric was leaving tomorrow to help out in a hospital in New Orleans for a few weeks, so tonight we were catching up at my house. The kids were back and were in their own rooms. The baby was in her walker in front of the TV watching Cocomelon’s big head ass. I needed her to stay occupied so I can get to the bottom of this Lyric and Undez business.

  We were comfortable with our throws around us and our Stella in our glasses. Lyric just had a new glow about her and it had to be because of Undez’s ass. The glow looked good on my girl though.

  “So…” I started, smirking.

  “So what bitch?” Lyric smiled with a closed mouth like she was a little girl.

  “Bitch, give me the deets! You and Undez have a good night that night?”

  “And did,” she squealed, causing Celeste to jump.

  “Hoe, don’t be scaring my damn baby. Did he blow your back out?” I whispered.

  Lyric gulped her wine down and then fell back on the couch after placing it down. She licked her lips all seductively and I had to giggle at her theatrics.

  “Girllllla, he was just as nasty as the last time we fucked. He licked and sucked on me… listen, I can’t let that man go again. I was scared at first because I was like how the hell can this man do my body like this. When I orgasmed, it was like an out of body experience. I have met my match… literally.” Lyric poured herself another glass. “But fuck allat, let’s talk about you and this man.”

  “Marco,” I told her and she tilted her head at me.

  “Okaaaaay bitch, get me straight then. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him on the weekends because eeeeverytime I hit you up, you’re always with him. Just put my ass on the back burned then,” she playfully pouted.

  I waved her off. “Eeeeeverytime you called,” I said, mocking her, “you would be with Undez anyway.”

  “True, I guess we both met our match. How does Roman feel about this?”

  I rolled my eyes. I hadn’t told Lyric about him popping up here and choking me. Knowing her, she’ll want to square up with Roman behind it. I didn’t want to tell her, but I went ahead and told Lyric about that day. Like I knew she would, she got angry and was ready to pull up on him right now at 11 P.M.

  “That is unacceptable. He wanna put his hands on you but he the same person that was fucking different bitches. Niggas are crazy!” she squealed. “Marco a real man… I can feel it.”

  “It’s too early to tell. Roman was a real man too in the beginning,” I reminded her, pouring me another glass also. I said that but I agreed with Lyric. I felt that Marco was a real man too. I just hoped he didn’t let me down.

  ROMAN

  Slap!

  When I opened the door for my mama, that was what I was met with. It shocked the hell out of me but she was angry about something. Her face was screwed up as she stood at my door.

  “What was that for, woman?”

  Instead of answering me she pushed her little short ass past me and rubbing my cheek with one hand, I closed the door with the other. I had no idea what the fuck was bothering my mama but I was going to find out.

  “Why the hell you put your hands on your wife...or soon to be ex-wife might I say,” she glared at me.

  Oh, this is what that slap was about. Diah is a damn snitch too.

  “Maaaaan, she pissed me off!” I shouted, not meaning to but it came out like that. I was sleeping on the couch when she came pushing up on the doorbell to get onto me about that bullshit.

  “What you mad for? You cheated on her! You didn’t think Diah was gonna move on from your ass. You and her had been together for so long, I bet it’s weird to be with someone new but it’s good for her. Yo’ ass didn’t appreciate or deserve her. She is a good woman, wife, and mother!”

  “
Why are you on her side?” I growled, growing irritated.

  “Nigga! I’m a woman and I call the shit how I see it. Just because I gave birth to you doesn't mean I’m gonna look over your wrongs! I try not to get in yours and Zeus’ business, but when I heard you choked Diah, I had to check your ass about it because you know I don’t play that bullshit, Roman!” she fussed, sticking her finger in my face.

  “Aight ma,” I huffed. I ran my hands down my face.

  Last night after dropping the kids back off with their mother, I had ran into that older woman again with the finger waves and ended up fucking her again. That woman had some good ass juicy pussy. So good, I left her a few stacks and that seemed to put a big ass smile on her face. Right now, I just wanted to sleep and my ma was ruining it.

  “Nothing good comes to a man who puts his hands on women,” she continued and I was fed up with the shit.

  “I ain’t fucking close fist her or drag her ass by her damn hair,” I growled and she reached back and slapped me again. I ate that shit up. “Keep your hands off me ma. Matter of fact, leave my house. I heard everything you said,” I muttered, walking away from her.

  “Do better,” I heard her say before slamming my front door behind her. I tried my best to breathe through the anger because that was my mama, but for her to put her hands on me had me wanting to punch a damn wall.

  __________

  When I woke up from my nap, I showered and brushed my teeth before heading to the warehouse where I was meeting up with Zeus. I was relieved when he shook back from that car accident. Nobody wants to see their sibling laying in a hospital bed, even if they weren’t seeing eye to eye. Some niggas would be happy their brother got knocked off so they could take over the streets but shit, Zeus was my rock. That’s why I took the shit hard about him fucking my bitch behind me, and now he got her ass pregnant and put a damn ring on her finger. Zeus was out of line. I regret bringing Perri around him. Deep down, I wished Diah would have whooped her ass. She was more angry at my ass, but I guess I was the one who stood at the altar and said the vows, not Perri.