by Lucinda John
“Leave. You owe me time with my son. Put your number in my phone; I’ll call you if you’re needed,” I said.
“I’m only leaving for today, but tomorrow, I’m coming back,” she replied, punching her number in my phone.
“I don’t care.” I snatched my phone from her and walked away.
Stacy
Maleek was heavy on my mind as I soaked my body in the massive heart shaped Jacuzzi tub that was in our hotel suite. Dre was not happy at all about us being here, but I had to do what was best for MJ. Not only was Miami Children’s Hospital a great hospital, but I also needed MJ to be closer to his father.
I wanna be good to you, baby, ooh
(call me crazy but I think I found the love of my life, that's right)
Have you ever felt warm on a cold, cold night?
That's how it get you when you least expect it, and you can't reject it
That crazy little tingling feeling pain in your chest yes
Jazmine Sullivan’s “Let It Burn” crooned through the speakers as I ran the sponge over my breasts. Seeing Maleek again stirred up a bunch of different emotions. I was hurt, in love, and heartbroken all over again.
While Maleek and I were dating, he wouldn’t leave Joie alone, but because I was young and in love, I stayed. Even when I knew he wasn’t really going on the block to hustle like he said he was, I stayed. I lost myself loving him and it took him not coming home three nights in a row to figure that out.
When Joie and Macy came to me with the opportunity, I jumped at it head first. They may have looked at me as a gold digger who only wanted Maleek’s money, but in actuality, all I wanted was a way out. I wanted to find myself and be happy again. I needed to fall in love with me in order to learn my worth. I had to figure out what my purpose was instead of living for a man who couldn’t fully commit to me.
I met Dre and everything changed. At first, I was skeptical about dating him, but the more persistent he became, it caused me to give in. Dre was heaven sent. Even when I told him I was pregnant for someone else, he still stayed by my side. Things between Dre and I were perfect. I never felt like I had to compete with another woman for his heart because I knew I had it.
When Dre lost his trucking job, I used some of the money I was getting every month for MJ and we opened a trucking company together. Not only were Dre and I engaged, but we were also business partners, lovers, and friends. Everything I wanted with Maleek, I found in Dre, so I was confused as to why I was in the tub thinking about him.
After sitting in the tub and reminding myself that Dre was my man now, I got out and wrapped my naked body in a robe. I made my way inside of the master bedroom where I found Dre lying in the bed, smoking a joint. I walked over to him, straddled his lap, reaching for the blunt.
“I have to go back home in a few,” he said, sounding sad.
“I know you have to get back to work,” I replied, inhaling the weed.
“I don’t feel comfortable leaving both of you here,” he stressed.
“I know you don’t, baby, but we have to do what’s best for MJ.”
“Stacy, do you still love him?” Dre asked me.
“You see this?” I asked, holding up my left hand. “This means I’m down to ride with you until the very end.”
Yes, I still loved Maleek, but I wasn’t going to tell Dre that.
“I’ve always been loyal to you, Stacy. You owe me your loyalty in return,” he said, grabbing my ass.
“If this is your way of asking me to keep my kitty in my panties, you don’t have to worry about that, Daddy,” I purred, reaching down to kiss his lips.
“I got that pussy on lock?” he asked, slipping his hand underneath my robe.
“It’s all yours,” I confirmed.
Dre smoked the last of the blunt, then he pushed my body down on the bed. Removing his shirt, I admired his sexy body. He wasn’t as muscular as Maleek, but he still looked good. The beams from the sunset caused his golden skin to glow vividly, displaying all the tattoos that decorated his body. Unlike Maleek, Dre rocked a brush cut. I kind of missed having Maleek’s wild mane to run my fingers through during sex. Every time I looked at Dre, he reminded me of Ghost from Power. He was loving, caring, successful; the perfect guy.
“OOOOOHHHHHH!” I cried out, when Dre entered me.
“Oh shit, you so wet,” Dre groaned, as he pushed my legs further apart for more access.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged, wanting to feel his dick deep in my guts.
“Like this?” he asked, as he quickened the pace.
“Yes, baby! Oh, yess! Yess! Yessssssss!!!” I screamed.
“Damn, you better not give that nigga my pussy,” he said, never missing a stroke.
“I won’t, Daddy… I won’t!!!” I cooed.
The splashing sound my pussy was making as he slid in and out of me had my kitty purring. I all of a sudden had this sexual itch that I needed Dre to scratch with his dick. For some odd reason, my mind wandered off to Maleek and my pussy started to burn with anticipation.
Thoughts of me and Maleek’s last sexual encounter played in my mind. The more I thought of the way my pussy juices used to coat his beard, the wetter I got. My nut was around the corner, so I started fucking the shit out of Dre in an attempt to catch it.
“Damn ma, you throwing that pussy at me,” Dre said before bending down and grabbing one of my nipples in his mouth.
He sucked and tugged on my sensitive nipple as he stroked my pussy perfectly. My legs started to shake as my cum started to run down my pussy, staining the bottom of Dre’s stomach. The intense nut I just experienced had me lying in a light coma.
“Ahhhhh shit!” Dre called out, as he came shortly after.
Thanks to the IUD I had put in, I didn’t have to worry about a pregnancy scare. Dre wanted to have kids, but with MJ being sick, I felt like he needed all of my attention. In the future, I would like more kids, but for now, I was content with just having MJ.
“That pussy get better and better every time I hit. You know I’ll be able to tell if you give my shit away,” Dre said, causing me to roll my eyes.
“Can you trust me, Dre, damn!” I snapped.
“I trust you, baby; it’s that nigga I don’t trust,” he replied.
“He is practically a married man; he is not worried about me.”
“Yeah ok, I see the way he looks at you. I’m a nigga, remember that.”
“Trust me, baby.”
“Yeah, iight. Wake me up at five,” he replied before grabbing his pillow and rolling over.
I hated that Dre was in his feelings, but he was just going to have to get over it. Maleek is my baby daddy and I have no choice but to deal with him.
****
I woke Dre up with some sloppy ass head, gave him some bomb ass pussy, then dropped him off at the airport. I headed back to the room to catch up on some much-needed rest until Maleek woke me up out of my sleep telling me to meet him at the hospital. When he told me he was a match for MJ and that he was going to be his donor, I dropped down to my knees and thanked the Lord.
Since MJ was a baby, we were going through this struggle. For the most part, he was able to live a normal life until his only good kidney started to fail. Since then, it was nothing but prayers and hospital visits. Reaching out to Maleek was the best thing I ever did. Just like he promised, my baby was going to be ok.
Stepping out of the shower, I stood in the mirror and admired my body. I wasn’t as slim as I used to be before MJ, but I wore my curves well. My hips were wide, my ass was fat, and my breasts were full. My stomach wasn’t washboard flat, but I didn’t give a fuck. I still had the body to wear a crop top and look good in it.
After I had MJ, I was left with a bunch of stretch marks that I covered with flowers and butterflies. Feeling myself, I decided to wear an olive colored, off the shoulder crop top that displayed my tatted up stomach and diamond belly ring. Slipping a pair of distressed jean shorts over my ass, I looped my thick brown bel
t around the loops just to add more style to my simple get up. Grabbing my brown wedge sandals, I placed them on my feet, then stood back to admire my outfit.
Since I didn’t have time to go to the salon and get my hair done, I applied an ample amount of mousse to it, just to get it back to its curly state. Once my hair was nice and curly, I pulled it into a neat bun, allowing a few strands of my curly baby hair to hang freely.
All in all, I was a complete bombshell. I stood about 5’6, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds. My smooth, cocoa brown skin glowed effortlessly. I had long lashes that belonged to me and long curly hair that was also mine. As I did a twirl and really studied myself, I couldn’t help but admire how sexy the weight gain was on me. After being so depressed about the excess weight, I was finally at a point in my life where I knew I was beautiful and no one could tell me otherwise.
Picking up the keys to the rental, I made sure I had my wallet and phone before heading out. I was young with an old soul so the sweet sounds of the oldies made love to my ears as I made my way to the hospital. When “Something In My Heart” started to play, I sang my heart out, even though in reality I sounded like a cat getting strangled.
“Dad, you cheated!” MJ’s voice bounced off the walls.
I stood in the doorway and watched Maleek and MJ play a game of 2K. Maleek’s tall behind looked like a fool trying to lay with MJ in his hospital bed.
“I got them moves, don’t hate,” Maleek responded to MJ.
“Next game, I gotchu,” MJ replied.
“We’ll see about that,” Maleek said.
I was in awe watching both of them interact. I started to feel bad for not coming around sooner. I should have grabbed MJ, got on a flight, and tracked Maleek down. I felt shitty for robbing MJ of six years from being with his father. Their overnight relationship was so cute and I was glad they were now in each other’s life.
“Hey, Ma!” MJ smiled, noticing me.
“Hey, baby boy,” I cooed, making my way inside the room.
When I got close to the bed, Maleek got out and sat in one of the chairs. The tension between us was thick as fuck. As parents, we were going to sit down and hash things out for the sake of our son. I wasn’t going to push the issue now, but I definitely had plans on bringing it up.
“Good morning, Mom and Dad,” the nurse beamed, as she walked in the room.
“Good morning,” I replied.
“I’m just going to take MJ down for one more set of labs before we prep him for tomorrow,” she smiled.
“Ok, see you in a bit, MJ,” I said, as the nurse took the brakes off the bed and wheeled him away.
“I don’t want your ass. I don’t know why the fuck you came in here trying to look all cute and shit,” Maleek spat.
The fact that Maleek thought I looked cute made me smile.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“You know what the fuck I’m talking about. You went from looking a mess to coming in here all dolled up and shit like that’s supposed to get my attention.” he sucked his teeth.
“Maleek, I’m engaged!” I shouted.
“What the fuck that’s supposed to mean? Being engaged didn’t stop you from eye fucking me the other day,” he shot at me.
“You seriously need help.” I waved him off.
Instead of responding to me, he pulled out his phone and started going through it.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Thank you for what?” he asked, never taking his eyes away from his phone.
“Thank you for giving MJ a kidney.”
“That’s my son, no need to thank me for that,” he responded.
“I’m sorry for keeping MJ from you, but I didn’t know that Joie was posing as you. Cut me some slack,” I said, trying to make peace.
“Shut the fuck up, man. I ain’t trying to hear shit you gotta say. I called you to be with your son before surgery, not to come in here and talk senseless bullshit,” he snapped.
“For the sake of MJ, we’re going to have to learn how to tolerate each other so we can co-parent.”
“I’ll tolerate you when my son is around. He ain’t here, so go stand in that damn corner and wait for him to come back,” he roared.
For some odd reason, the way Maleek was handling me was turning me on. Maleek always used to avoid arguments with me, but now, he was putting me in my place. I knew he had that Godfrey brother fire burning in him.
****
I sat in the waiting room on pins and needles as I waited for MJ to get out of surgery. Every five minutes, I would silently recite a prayer, begging the Lord to cover my baby boy as the doctors worked on him. I must have walked up and down the lobby a million times because Mrs. Godfrey was ready to trip my ass.
“Are you a crack head or something?” she asked me.
“No,” I responded, looking at her sideways.
“Well sit your ass down somewhere. That baby is a Godfrey; he’s a fighter,” she assured me.
“Mrs. Godfrey, I don’t want there to be any bad blood between us,” I said, trying to clear the air.
“We good. As long as you don’t try to take my grandson away from us again, there won’t be any bad blood,” she replied.
“Good. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, thank my grandson. He’s the reason I ain’t used my PEACE of steel yet,” she smirked.
As long as I could remember, Mrs. Godfrey was a thug, so I wasn’t alarmed by her threats.
“Godfrey family,” the doctor called out, causing us to walk towards him.
“I’m Mrs. Godfrey; mother and grandmother,” Maleek’s mother said.
“Everything went well. MJ’s body didn’t have any reaction to his father’s kidney, which was good. He is kind of out of it and will wake up in his own time. As far as Maleek, he’s fine and is expected to be released within the next three days,” the doctor said, causing me to let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you, doctor,” I replied. “Can we see them?” I asked, causing Mrs. Godfrey to look at me with a smirk on her face.
“Yes, both of them are in recovery room C,” the doctor said before walking away.
Ramsey, Mayhem, Mrs. Godfrey and I made our way to room C with a quickness. I was anxious to see my baby boy. I’ve never been so scared in my life. Now that he was ok, I wasn’t going to take any moment I spent with him for granted.
“That nigga higher than a kite,” Ramsey said, as we walked in on a drowsy Maleek.
“I’m good, nigga,” he slurred.
“Nah, you on that shit. What I told you about getting high off your own supply?” Mayhem said, causing all of us to laugh.
“How my lil nigga?” Maleek asked.
“He’s good, just out of it a little bit,” I replied. “Thank you again for doing this,” I said, fumbling with my nails.
“Stop thanking me, that’s my son. On the real tho’, why you keep wearing tight shit to catch my attention?” Maleek asked.
I was dressed in a baby tee and a pair of tights; I was dressed comfortably.
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes.
“Thank you,” Maleek said.
“For what?” I asked.
“For giving me my son.”
“Soft ass nigga,” Ramsey chimed in.
“On the real tho’, I’m sleepy as fuck,” Maleek said, closing his eyes.
“Get some rest, bro. We’ll swing through later,” Mayhem replied.
“Are you staying with them?” Mrs. Godfrey asked me.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Good. Call me when both of them are alert.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.
Once everyone left, I grabbed a chair and placed it in the middle of both Maleek and MJ’s bed. I walked over to MJ, gave him a kiss, then went to Maleek and did the same. Taking a seat in my chair, I pulled out my Kindle and one-clicked Thug Legacy by Mz. Lady P. I had just finished reading A Jersey Love Saga by Authoress Karma Monae and one thing I knew
for sure was those ladies at Shan Presents weren’t playing no games.
Macy
“I can’t believe this nigga is trying to take my kids away from me!” I snapped as I read through the email my lawyer sent me.
After I got shot in the shoulder by Joie’s crazy ass, I got on a plane and headed to New York to crash at my mom’s out of fear. If it wasn’t for Joie’s aim being off, I could have really died that night. There was so much bad blood between me and so many folks I decided to leave for a while. Now Mayhem was filing for full custody, stating that I abandoned my kids.