This had to be a joke.
“Oh my gosh.” I covered my face. “Did you do that?” I looked to my son, and he calmly shook his head ‘no’ with his little lying ass.
“I think it’s best you find another place to take them, because as of right now, the parents of the other children do not feel safe dropping their kids off knowing the Montana twins are here.”
“Well fine! Fuck you and this uppity ass school! And if you ever mention my kids’ name with that look of disgust again, I will break your fucking nose, bitch!” I shouted, not giving a fuck anymore. Shit, my kids couldn’t come back anyway.
I walked away from Miss Ford and went to help Frederick and Camellia down from the chairs. I saw Frederick’s sneaker was untied, so I squatted down to fix it, just as another child approached me. I turned to face the little boy with the funny shaped head, and gave a subtle but warm smile despite my mood at the moment.
“Hug?” he questioned. It was odd, but how was I gonna tell a toddler ‘no’? Plus, kids were weird like that; they didn’t know that hugging a stranger wasn’t normal.
“Sure, sweetie.” I hugged him lightly once I finished tying Frederick’s shoe, and before I even let him all the way out of my arms, he went flying onto his butt. “Frederick!” I snapped at my son, seeing him seething at the little boy who was crying loudly. “You don’t do that!” I added, hitting him on his behind which sent him into a fit of sobbing. I reached to pick him up, but he snatched his little body from me. “Fine, you can walk,” I replied as I scooped Camellia up into my arms.
The three of us made our way out, as Frederick sobbed softly on the way to the car. I buckled Camellia into her seat, and by that time, Frederick allowed me to pick him up. He was so adorable that I couldn’t help but to kiss his plump cheek as he sniffled.
Buckling him in, I said, “Baby, you can’t push people, okay?”
“He—he’s enemy and you hug him.” He pouted cutely, making me kiss him again. This little boy really had me feeling bad for hugging his so-called enemy. But why did he have an enemy at two and a half damn years old anyway? And when did he learn the word enemy?
“I’m sorry, okay?”
“He gots his own mommy.”
“I know. And you’re my only son. Mommy loves you.” I kissed his little cheeks multiple times, finally making a smile appear on his already handsome face.
“Love you,” he responded before I closed the back door and hopped into the front seat so that I could go pick up Lily from practice.
Once I got my baby from ballet class, we headed straight home so that she and I could cook. As soon as we got inside, I put the alarm on and then we all went to the kitchen after Lily helped me get the twins out of their coats and beanies.
“Daddy!” Lily shouted, prompting the twins to do the same. He hugged them all before taking a seat at the counter across from where Lily and I were cooking.
“Your daughter was fighting like usual, and your son was stealing candy to give to the older girls. He hit another baby when he tried to do the same.”
“My boy!” Ricky grinned and scooped Frederick up, kissing his face. “You gotta get them older hoes by any means necessary. And when another nigga comes trying to jock yo’ shit, you crack his shit.”
“Ricky! What the hell! Don’t tell him that!” Usually I’d assume my son couldn’t understand, but now I wasn’t so sure, especially since he nodded at his father’s words.
Laughing, Ricky replied, “Valuable lessons.” He placed Frederick to his feet and he started out of the kitchen.
“Excuse me, little boy, where are you going?” I questioned.
“Alone time.”
Ricky and I both burst into laughter as Lily went to get him and place him in the high chair for me.
“Thank you, baby.” I kissed her forehead when she came back by me to wash her hands.
“Up, Daddy!” Camellia tugged on Ricky’s jeans.
“Nope.”
“Daddyyyy!” Camellia whined, stomping her feet, and Ricky sucked his teeth before scooping her up.
“What you want, huh?” He frowned in her face as she giggled.
“I had to say, I good and, and, and, and the teacher… she lie.”
“I know, baby girl.” He kissed her forehead as we snickered. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with them.
Qamar Hampton
I’d been recording all fucking day, and now I was finally getting home. All I planned to do tonight was smoke, watch some fucking TV, and fuck my wife. I was sure her ass was cooking too, so this Saturday night was about to be chill as fuck.
After pulling my Porsche into the garage, I sat there for a minute just out of habit. Whenever a nigga had long workdays, sometimes it took me a minute to get out of the car and proceed.
But sitting in the car is when I noticed Genesis’s Mercedes truck wasn’t parked in here. It was 9 p.m. at fucking night, so I didn’t know where the fuck she thought it was okay to be. I didn’t give a fuck if she was at a night church service; she had me fucked up.
Pulling my iPhone from my cup holder, I unlocked it and went to my call log to tap her damn number. On the third ring, she finally answered.
“Hey, baby—”
“Why the fuck you not at home?” I hissed, hopping out of my whip and slamming the door so hard I thought the window would shatter.
“Oh, I just thought me and Junior needed some fresh air, so I went to have frozen yogurt with Sharla.”
“Bring yo’ stupid ass home right damn now,” I said, grinding my damn teeth so hard I thought they’d chip.
I tried my hardest not to put my hands on Genesis, but she was always doing dumb shit. How hard was it for her to stay in the damn house? This big ass house at that! Only fucking time she needed to go out was when I took her ass somewhere.
“Okay, I’ll be home in a few,” she replied somberly before hanging up.
I went to change into something more comfortable, and by the time I’d finished that and replying to a few emails, Genesis was home. I hopped up from the couch in my den, almost dropping my laptop, and met her ass in the foyer. The sight before me pissed me the fuck off even more. She had the nerve to be in some tights, high ass boots, and one of them tops that showed your whole fucking stomach damn near. She adjusted our son on her hip as she waited for me to speak.
“What I tell you about hanging with Sharla?” I towered over Genesis who was close to shivering under me.
“I know, but she’s my best friend, Qamar!”
“I don’t care!” I hollered down in her face, causing her to jump. “I’m yo’ fucking man! She don’t like me, so why the fuck you like her, huh?”
“We’ve been close since—”
“Oh, so you’d rather have her ass than me, right?”
“No, Qama—”
“You don’t need no damn friends!” I yelled. “Only muthafucka you need in yo’ life is me! The only thing a friend is gon’ do is get in yo’ fucking head and try to tell you shit you don’t need to hear!”
“Okay, okay, don’t yell over him like that,” she whimpered, cupping our son’s head lovingly.
“You don’t tell me what the fuck to do, baby, it’s the other way around, aight?” I gripped her jaw roughly and squeezed it, prompting a tear to come rolling down her cheek.
“Not in front of the baby,” she pleaded lowly. She was lucky I wasn’t in the mood for this shit. All I wanted to do was have a chill ass night, but she had to fuck that shit up.
“Go put him to sleep, change ya fucking clothes, and make me some food.” I kissed her soft lips and she nodded.
I went back to the den to roll up and just chill for a little bit until finally Genesis brought me some fried chicken and rice. The shit smelled good as hell and since I was high, I was starving.
“Eat with me,” I told her.
“Okay.” She left out to make her own plate, and then returned to sit next to me on the couch. She had on some little ass shorts, but I
didn’t mind because she was just with me.
We ate together while watching TV, and once we finished, she took our plates to the kitchen before returning. Cutting the lights off, we turned a movie on, and I noticed it didn’t look like she was really watching the shit.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“I know.” She didn’t take her eyes off of the TV, and that bothered me. It was like she didn’t believe me, and that pissed me the fuck off.
“I said I was fucking sorry, aight!”
“I said I know, Qamar! Alright, I hear that you’re sorry, thank you.”
When she looked to me, I kissed her once then again before trailing my lips to her cheek and then to her neck. Feeling my dick brick up, I reached for the waistband of her pajama shorts to pull on them.
“I love you, G.”
“Baby, no, not tonight,” she whined subtly, pushing on my hands with her small ones. She was no match for my strength though, so I continued to pull them down, along with her lace panties.
“Yes, tonight.”
I laid her on her back as I tossed her bottoms, then I stood up to remove my wife beater, my boxers, and my sweats. Genesis tried to get up as I undressed, but I shoved her ass back down and gave her a look as I took her thin top off.
Lying down on top of her and in between her legs, I put one of them in the nook of my arm as I positioned my dick at her opening.
“Uhhh,” she cried out as I entered her, forcing all of me inside of her body. Genesis’s pussy stayed tight and wet usually. Tonight was no different, and even though she wasn’t as wet as I preferred, I knew she’d get there.
I rocked in and out of her pussy, getting it nice and drenched as I kissed her collarbone and her titties, sucking her nipples here and there.
“I love you, Qamar,” she whimpered, gripping my biceps as I fucked her mercilessly.
Pushing her hair back some, I went faster, making her cum, and I continued at that pace until I was releasing inside of her. I tongued her down as I sat inside her, and then pulled away to look down into her eyes. I loved this girl way too fucking much.
“Cut Sharla off, aight?”
“Yes.” She nodded, staring back up into my eyes.
“Good girl.” I smirked before slipping my tongue back into her mouth, and pulling the blanket we had over us.
See, when Genesis just did what the fuck I said, shit was cool. A nigga was just trying to have a good ass relaxing Christmas season and nothing else. I hope she understood that.
***
The next day…
I was about to head out to the studio, but I needed to take my damn iPad with me. For some reason, I could never remember where I put the shit, and it frustrated me like fuck, especially when I was in a damn rush. Today I was doing a collaboration track with Ricky and MG, and I was not trying to waste any damn time. It was already gon’ be a long ass session because of how many of us were recording, so spending extra money for being late was not the move for me.
“Genesis!” I shouted my wife’s name as I rushed out the bedroom and down the stairs.
“I’m in Junior’s room!” she replied, making me grunt with irritation for some reason as I booked it back up.
Busting in there to see her rocking him, I said, “Where the fuck is my iPad, have you seen it?”
“No, I haven’t. Give me a second and I will help you look for it, okay?”
“No, I need you to look right now.”
“Qamar, I’m feeding him, and I will be done in a little bit. He’s almost asleep, I promise.”
“Here you go picking somebody else over me like you always fucking do.” I slammed the door behind me and heard a loud cry come from my son’s mouth, as Genesis kissed his ass like always to try and get him back to sleep.
I continued searching for my shit and saw an iPad on the kitchen on the counter. Picking it up, I hit the home button and it opened right up just as Genesis came into the kitchen.
“Qamar, that’s mine,” she said, reaching for it, but I put my arm out to block her little ass. The webpages that she had up caught my attention.
Turning the iPad towards her, I said, “Fuck you looking up schools and shit for?”
Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she looked up at me with a face full of fear.
“I—I was thinking of maybe going to school to get a degree.”
“Fuck do you need a damn degree for? And how the fuck you gon’ go to school and take care of him!” I pointed upwards, referring to our son sleeping upstairs.
“Well, I would try to get classes that work around your schedule so that you could help me out with him. You need to spend more time with him anyway, Qamar.”
“I don’t need to do shit! And you don’t need no fucking degree! Only reason people get degrees is so they can get a good ass job to make some good ass money. I buy you every damn thing you want, so what the fuck you need the shit for?”
“Because I want my own money, Qamar! I don’t want to just live off of you and depend on you! When you met me, I was dancing, making my own cash!”
“Who the fuck you yelling at?” I got in her face, making her bump into the wall in the kitchen. “The only fucking job you need is the one you got; being my wife and being his mother, nothing else! Nada! You got it?” I grabbed her up by her neck, squeezing tightly as fuck until I saw her eyes water, then I loosened it since I was satisfied.
The fuck did she think this was? Trying to be like that stupid bitch Bia and shit. If Genesis thought she was about to go to school and get a job and try to have her own shit, she had another thing coming. I fucked up with Bia by letting her do that bullshit, and look where that got me. I can’t even be around that hoe without getting arrested. Only good that came from Bia curving me constantly, was Genesis, and I wasn’t about to let her go. That’s why I married her ass ASAP!
Not to mention, she was already getting a little out of hand more than usual since she’d had the baby. Before he got here, I was like a muthafuckin’ king to her ass. Whenever I got upset, she would do whatever the fuck she needed to, to appease me. But now, all she gave a fuck about was that little nigga that came flying out of her pussy. She even had the nerve to post herself in a bikini on Instagram, causing a bunch of niggas to compliment her body after having a baby. She was doing too damn much, and I already didn’t like the fame she’d gotten from being a good ass stripper some years back and from being my wife. So nah, there would be no school, no job, no ‘own’ money, and no damn friends.
“I got it,” Genesis replied, ripping me from my thoughts.
I leaned down to kiss her lips and the first few pecks she was frozen solid, but after a few more, she draped her arms around my neck and reciprocated.
“I love you. You love me?” I quizzed, and she nodded with a half-smile. “Say it.”
“I love you, Qamar.”
Grinning hard, I handed her back her iPad after closing down the website tabs, and then left the crib. I’d have to do without my shit for the day.
I made it to the studio forty-five damn minutes later because of all the traffic on that bitch ass freeway. I loved my city, but got damn did I hate the traffic that plagued L.A.
Pulling into the back gate of the studio, I parked my shit next to MG’s and then grabbed my backpack up to head inside. As I neared the room of the studio we’d be working in, I could hear MG talking.
“Aye, Winona said Frederick is a bad influence on Lace.” He laughed as I walked in.
“She better get off my son’s head,” Ricky replied, clicking away on the desktop that was connected to the mixer.
“Fuck you say about my mama?” I quizzed MG. I’d heard exactly what he said, but I wanted to be sure before I blew up.
“It don’t matter,” MG responded, handing something to the producer who was seated next to Ricky.
“Nah, it do matter! Fuck you in here discussing my damn mama for!” I hollered.
“Nigga, I’m sure you heard exactly what the f
uck I said!” MG shouted.
“Why the fuck you taking yo’ damn kid to hang with that little nigga, Ricky! You my damn friend! What kind of shit is that!” I hissed. I was beyond infuriated at the fact that Ricky was letting his kid play with… Laci’s son.
Rolling his blunt and making sure it was perfect, Ricky replied while looking me dead in the eyes, “Because in case you ain’t heard, muthafucka, I do what the fuck I wanna do.”
“Don’t trip. Ain’t nobody over there telling Lace who his daddy is or nothing like that,” MG added, and that pushed me to the edge, so I dropped my bag and darted towards his ass, punching him in the mouth. “Muthafuck—” when he got up to hit me, my producers hemmed him up. “You a bitch, Qamar!” MG seethed, trying his best to get loose.
“Qamar, why you give a fuck? The nigga ain’t ya responsibility no fucking more. Now did you come here to lay down this track or cry like a bitch over some toddler play dates?” Ricky frowned.
I kept my peripheral on MG, watching closely as he calmed down.
“Sorry about that, Micah—”
“Fuck you,” he spat, and I shrugged before going into the booth with my iPhone. Before I could even put the headphones on, I saw MG rush me in the booth before decking me in the mouth.
Ricky and the two producers laughed heartily as MG left the booth to go back and sit down.
“That weak ass punch!” I yelled, before putting the headphones back on my head.
People just wanted to test a real one this Christmas.
Kattlyn Gaines
Now that my own restaurant would be opening in the Spring of next year, it seemed as if promotion for it never ended. Restaurants failed more than any business, and I refused to be a part of that epidemic. I’d worked hard to build up my name, and I wasn’t going to let that go to waste by opening up a faulty restaurant. By saying that, it was pivotal I leave town to go on this talk show. As badly as I wanted to say fuck it and stay home with my family to continue doing Christmas things, I couldn’t. Plus, I would be back in enough time to have a good holiday.
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