by Cachet
“That’s the thing I’m trying to figure out. She actually used my father and step-father’s names this time. She said that my step-father is supposed to be my biological father.”
“Damn, what are you going to do?”
“Nothing, maybe ask her next week when I go see her.” She shrugs. “She asked about Kendrick, so I’m taking him with me.” At the mention of his name, Kendrick finally takes a break from the game to come over and speak to his mom. “Don’t be hugging on me now, you were too busy for me a minute ago,” Shanair jokes.
“No, I wasn’t mommy,” Kendrick smiles, “I was just trying to beat Terrance.” He says looking back at my son who’s now sitting on the loveseat out of breath.
“Well, did you?” Shanair asks.
“Nope, he beat me again.” Kendrick pouts.
“I told you I was a beast at Kinect.” Terrance brags with a cocky smile on his face.
After joking around for a few minutes, we all retreat to the dining room to eat dinner. On our way home the boys and I stopped at Papa Johns to grab a few pizzas so that Shanair wouldn’t have to cook. I know the visits with her mother drain her, and fixing us dinner would be the last thing on her mind. Once we ate, we spent the remainder of the evening watching movies until I looked up and saw that not only were the boys knocked out, but Shanair was as well. I carried each of the boys upstairs and placed them in Kendrick’s bed, before coming back down to grab Shanair. Laying her on top of the bed, I removed her dress and underwear and slid her under the covers. She doesn’t even stir, just rolls over and continued to catch her Z’s.
As I get undressed myself, I watch her, and I can’t help but think of how lucky I am to still have her in my life. Just thinking about how close I came to losing her makes me realize just how things could not have worked out in my favor. The day Brittany showed up, I thought that I would be able to handle the situation without Shanair finding out, but I was dead wrong. With all the noise she was making, I was surprised that Shanair hadn’t come outside sooner than she did. I remember how my heart dropped when Brittany told her that she was pregnant. The look on Shanair’s face let me know that without a doubt she was heartbroken, and I felt like shit for being the reason. My plan was to leave Brittany’s ass out there acting a fool by her damn self, and come in the house to comfort Shanair, but then Brittany swung on me and hit me square in the face.
My next movements happened so fast that I didn’t know what I was doing until I saw her flying backward to the ground. It was then that I knew I had fucked up. With her father being a judge, I already knew I was going to jail, and that’s why I tried to smooth things over. Only Brittany wasn’t having that, and within an hour, I was on my way to lock up. I was only there for a few days before the charges were dropped, and as soon as I got out I headed home. Well, at least I thought it was still my home. I quickly found out that Shanair had packed up all my shit and put me out. Of course, I tried to give her my usual sweet talk, but it didn’t matter what I said, she wasn’t going for it. Eventually, I just took my shit and left.
I checked into a hotel once again thinking that I would be back home soon, but after a month, I couldn’t take that shit anymore and decided to do yet another pop-up. It just so happened that as I was about to turn onto her street, I saw Shanair and Kendrick driving away in her truck. With nothing else to lose, I decided to follow them. We ended up at the grocery store, and after waiting a few minutes, I walked behind them and ‘accidentally’ ran into Shanair. It all seemed to work out in my favor after that, and later that day I was blowing her back out. Slowly I begin to move back into the house until it was once again my home. Since then everything has been going great. Shanair and I are expecting our first child, and we plan to be a family.
Yeah, I know that I have two babies on the way at the same time. It’s fucked up, but there’s nothing that I can do about it now because what’s done is done. Brittany is keeping hers, and Shanair is damn sure keeping ours. I guess I’m just going to have to step up and be prepared to buy double the diapers and double the formula. It ain’t no way around that. As you can see, I’m trying to be a better man. I’m not only doing it for myself but for my kids as well. I’m about to have five, and I don’t want them to grow up thinking that it’s okay to do the things that I’ve done, just like I did with my father. I don’t want any of them to follow in my footsteps. I want them to be better than I am.
I also know that Shanair deserves so much, and I want to be the one to give it to her. I’ve cut Katrina completely off after the shit she pulled. The only time I see her is when I pick up Shad, and even then I don’t go inside her apartment because I already know how slick her ass can be. Of course, she doesn’t like it one bit, but like I’ve told her numerous times, it’s her fault. If she had kept her fucking mouth shut, things wouldn’t have to be this way. It’s like what I say goes in one ear and out the other because in the same breath she asks to suck my dick. No matter how tempted I am, I don’t let her because I know how much drama comes with dealing with Katrina and I don’t want any of it.
When Shanair turns on her side with her back to me, I climb under the covers and pull her closer in the spooning position. She moans and pushes her butt back against my joint which instantly becomes hard. I hope like hell that Shanair is up for at least one round because I’m not trying to handle it myself. I did that enough when we were separated. Scooting back a bit, I reposition myself so that my dick is brushing against her ass cheeks. With it in my hand, I slide it further down and rub it between the moist slit between her legs until I hear her moan again. Gripping her hips, I ease inside her slowly.
*****
It’s Monday, and after eating the big breakfast that Shanair cooked, I gathered Terrence Jr’s things and drove to the other side of town. I kept him for an extra day because he didn’t have school due to it being a ‘staff day’ or something of that sort. Once in front of his house, my baby mother, Toya, walks outside to meet us. Toya and I used to be an item back in the day. We grew up in the same neighborhood when I was younger. We never really talked much, but that changed once my father died. When he passed, my aunt came to raise me. She figured that it would be less of a transition for me if we stayed in the home that I grew up in. I remember Toya being so nice to me the first day that I returned to school once my dad was buried. At first, I pushed her away because I didn’t want anyone’s pity party, but after a while I realized that it was nice to have someone to talk to. We started to be around each other more and more until eventually we became an item.
Later that year we found out that we were expecting a baby. As soon as Toya told her parents they gave her an option. Get rid of the baby or get the hell out of their house. Since she didn’t believe in abortions, she was stuck in a very tight spot. I remember the night she came over crying her heart out. She looked so vulnerable and helpless that I knew I had to do something because I refused to have my girl and baby living on the street. After speaking to my aunt, she gave us the green light and Toya moved right in. Nine months later, Toya gave birth to our daughter, Terrionna. At the age of sixteen, neither of us knew anything about raising a child, but we tried the best we could with the help of my aunt.
It was hard trying to balance school life with a baby, and as time went on I begun to stay out in the streets more, totally forgetting about my mini family at home. It was around that time when I started to smell myself because all the chicks at school wanted me. I’m not sure if it’s because I was handsome, or because I was already taken. Either way I didn’t ask any questions. Instead, I fucked everything moving, and whenever Toya found out about it, I lied.
Once I turned eighteen and finished school, my aunt prepared to move back to Kentucky. She said that she had done what she’d promised my father she would do, and that was raise me. She was heading back, and she let me know that if I needed her then she would only be a phone call away. That move didn’t come because the evening before she was preparing to leave, Toya found out that s
he was once again pregnant, this time with our son. Once again, I distanced myself and started being gone more. My aunt ended up staying because she knew that I wouldn’t be of any help raising the kids because I was rarely there.
I continued to do my thing because I knew Toya would never leave me. We had two children together. I was safe. Well, that’s was what I thought. I had started to kick it with this chick that used to go to school with us. We’d creep off whenever we could, and she ‘claimed’ to be cool with the fact that I had a girl at home. Everything was going good until one day she called me talking about she was pregnant. I was sick with it. It didn’t take long for word to make it back to Toya, and when she found out she went the hell off before packing up her and the kid’s things and left my ass high and dry. Come to find out she had a close friend who just happened to need a roommate at the time of my fuck up, so she and the kids had somewhere to go.
After she left I begged her to come back thinking that just like the many times before she would believe my lies and we would go back to being a family. Unfortunately for me, she wasn’t trying to hear it. Instead, she promised me that our relationship was over before telling me that I needed to grow up. I felt like shit, not only because my family had left me, but because I was officially alone. Once Toya and the kids left, my aunt didn’t need a reason to stay and soon after she headed back home. If I wasn’t pissed before, I damn sure was when I found out that the chick had lied about the entire pregnancy. So basically I’d lost my family over nothing. Since then Toya has moved on. She’s even gotten married to some square named Greg. He’s a veterinarian who according to my children treats them all very well. I’ve always thought about how things would have turned out if Toya and I had gotten back to together because just like Shanair she’s was a good woman.
“Did you have fun with your daddy?” Toya asked Terrance Jr. as he ran up to give her a hug.
“Yep, he said that I can come over next week too.” He answered looking over at me with a huge smile.
“Is that right?” Toya eyed me. “Well, we’ll have to see about that.” She says. “Go inside while I talk to your dad.”
“Okay, mommy. See ya daddy!” Terrance Jr. yelled as he ran up the driveway and into the house with his book bag threw over one of his arms.
Toya watched him until he was out of sight before turning back to me. “How have you been Terry?”
“Good,” I shrug. “Just taking it day by day.”
“And Shanair?” She asks lifting her eyebrow.
“She’s good.”
“Uh huh, she better be.”
“What’s that supposed to mean,” I ask laughing.
Toya rolls her eyes.
“Nothing, just tell her that I said hi.”
“Will do. Where’s my baby girl?” I question wondering why my daughter hasn’t come out to see me like she normally does when I drop by.
“She went to get ice cream with her friend from down the street. I’ll tell her to call you when she gets back home.” Toya tells me before turning to walk away.
“You do that.” I respond with a smirk on my face.
“Stop looking at my ass Terry!” She yells over her shoulder, and all I can do is laugh because I was straight busted.
Climbing into my car, I turn the key and prepare to pull off when my cell phone rings. When I look down at the caller ID, I sigh because it’s Brittany again. She’s been blowing my phone up for the last few days, and I have yet to answer or call her back. I know she’s pissed, and going to threaten me by claiming that she’s going to reinstate the domestic violence charges, but I’m not trying to hear none of that shit right now. It seems like every time her spoiled ass doesn’t get her way she resorts to threats, and I’m tired of it. This is a totally different side of her then I saw when we first met. She used to be so cool. Now she’s clingy as fuck, and that irks the shit outta me.
No sooner than my cell stops ringing, it starts right back up. Again Brittany’s name flashes across the screen. Knowing that she’s going to continue to call over and over again until I answer, I pick it up.
“What’s good?” I answer in a dry tone.
“What you mean, what’s good? I’ve been calling for phone for days!” She snaps. “What you too busy to talk to me now?”
“Come on with all that Brit, what’s up?”
“There you go again with that,” she pauses. “Are you around your girl or something?” Brittany asks, and I could tell that just the thought of me being with Shanair has her sick.
“Nah, I’m riding by myself.”
“So why are you acting so cold toward me?”
“Look Brit, I ain’t got time for this shit…what’s up?” I ask impatiently.
“Don’t talk to me like that dammit! I will go back downtown and get you put back behind bars! What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Why the fuck you always gotta go there? This is why I don’t answer my phone when you call because I’m tired of hearing the same thing over and over again!” I roar into the phone. She done fucked up my mood just that quick, and now I wish I wouldn’t have answered. “I swear sometimes I wish you would have never dropped the fucking charges. Especially if you gone keep throwing the shit in my face every chance you get!”
“I’m sorr—”
I don’t even let her finish her sentence before I cut her off by continuing my rant. “Why can’t you just call a nigga and talk like you got some sense? You know, like you used to before yo’ ass got pregnant and became so damn annoying. I ain’t yo’ daddy, and that spoiled shit is killing me.”
I hear Brittany sigh deeply before she responds. “I said I’m sorry Terry.” She pauses. “It’s just that my hormones have me feeling so emotional sometimes, and when you don’t answer, I get upset. So again, I’m sorry.”
“Damn, was that so hard?”
”Actually it was,” she giggles. “Anyway, when am I going to see you again? I miss you…she misses you.” She purrs and instantly my dick gets hard.
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve hit that, so I make up my mind that I’m going to pay Brittany a visit. I know I don’t have no business going over there, but I can’t help it.
“Be at home, I’m on my way now,” I tell her before I disconnect the call.
Chapter 5
Brittany
One week later…
“Oh my God,” I cry out in Terry’s ear.
He’s lying between my legs pumping in and out of me at a slow and steady pace. He doesn’t respond verbally. His only reply is a grunt that comes up and out of the back of his throat as he enters and exits my love box with precision. The way he’s gripping my hips and drilling into me makes me think that he’s somehow trying to fuck my soul and make me fall deeper in love with him than I already am. Even though I know that’s impossible because I love this man with everything in me already. As my eyes roll into the back of my head, I bit down on my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming out because it feels just that good. I’m in heaven right now, and glad that he finally decided to come over and see me last week. Since then he’s come over every day, and because of it I am grateful.
Each time Terry penetrates me, I lift my hips off the bed slightly to meet his powerful thrust. With each in and out motion, I can hear the sound of my fluids gushing. I guess it’s true that when you’re pregnant, your vagina gets wetter because right now mine is dripping wet. Apparently, Terry notices as well because only seconds later he begins to moan loudly.
“Damn Brit, yo’ shit wet as fuck!”
Just hearing that gives me a sense of being on top of the world. Feeling like I have to put on a show, I sit up on my elbows and gesture to Terry to get on his back. With his dick still inside me, we roll over until I’m on top. Sitting up straight, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, tossed it off the bed and to the floor allowing my breast to be free. Slowly I began to grind in a circular motion on his pole. As I go up and down, I look Terry directly in the eyes. Not only does he
like it—because he says that it shows that he has all of my attention—but it also makes me feel more connected to him. I continue my movements until I feel my orgasm quickly approaching.
“Ooohhh,” I toss my head back and continue to rock my hips. “Oh my God Terry, I’m about to cum baby.” The words leave my lips just as the orgasm takes over my body. “Ahhhh!” I scream.
With my orgasm still in effect, Terry grips my waist tighter and brings his hips off the bed, slamming into me roughly. The muscles in my pussy pulsate around his dick over and over as he fucks me from the bottom. The feeling is amazing as my eyes once again roll into the back of my head. By the growling sound coming from the back of Terry’s throat, I know that he’s about to cum as well. Leaning over I grab the top of the headboard not only to steady myself, but to stop it from colliding against the wall.
“Fuck!” Terry roars as he shoots his load deep inside me. He pumps a few more times, before dropping his head back against the pillow with his eyes closed.
Feeling satisfied and happy, I lie down and place my head on his chest. His heart is pounding against it rapidly, and it’s covered in sweat, but I don’t mind. All I care about is the fact that my baby is laying here with me. That right there is enough to keep the smile on my face. When Terry’s breathing is finally back to normal, he brings his arms up and wraps them around me. The breeze from the central air slowly cools us down as we continue to lie in the same spot. Neither of us say a word. Without moving too much, I reach out and grab the covers that have been pushed to the side of the bed. As I slide them over us, Terry pulls me up to his face, pushes his lips against mine and snakes his tongue around in my mouth. Hungrily, I accept all of it while giving him mine in return. I smile when we break the kiss feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.
*****
It’s still light outside when I open my eyes, so I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep. A smile covers my face when I look up to see Terry’s sleeping face. He’s out like a light. I must have really put it on him, I laugh to myself. Just watching him sleep makes me wish that I could have this every day. I would love to go to bed beside him every night and wake up to him every morning. Instead, I have to settle for short visits throughout the week, if that. Like I said, he’s been here every day this week, but honestly that’s not enough for me. I want him in my life full-time, and not just when it’s convenient for him. I’ve been trying not to push the issue too much because it only leads to us arguing, and when we argue he disappears. He just started coming back around, so I don’t want that. What I do want is for him to see that he’s missing out on a lot of things while being laid up under that bitch Shanair.