A Woman's Worth 2

by Jahquel J

  “That ain’t right Tee. Aight can you hold the baby while I help her?” Tiffany handed Mezzie, Madison.

  Mezzie’s heart melted. She thought back to her daughter, who now resided in an unmarked grave. Mezzie didn’t have the heart to name her daughter or see her lowered into the ground.

  “Aight, come on, be careful. I don’t know where he is in the house so look out,” Mezzie warned.

  Tiffany pulled out her cellphone and called Moses. She informed them where she was, that they were on the way to the hospital, and to meet them there. Moses declined and told Tiffany he was on his way to the house. He asked about Reshawn, but Tiffany didn’t have an answer. Mezzie looked down the spiral stair case to see Tone creeping behind Reshawn, who had his back turned.

  “Rah behind you!” Tiffany yelled warning Reshawn.

  Tone looked up at the stair case with the grimmest mug Tiffany had ever seen. He aimed his gun, firing five shots in the direction of Mezzie, Tyrisha, and Tiffany. Tiffany fell down. Everything went blurry with the in and out sounds of Madison’s cry.

  Chapter Three

  ONE YEAR LATER…

  In the middle of the night, the loud cries of a baby straining their lungs could be heard.

  “I'm coming. Daddy’s boy is always screaming,” a deep profound voice came through the baby monitor followed by the scuffling of house slippers.

  The man picked up the red skinned baby boy, who simmered down once he felt his father’s touch. Another sound of house slippers could be heard entering the room.

  “Reshawn put the baby down. I never get to hold him,” Mezzie pouted with her lips poked out.

  “Baby, I’m sorry, I don’t like to see him cry.” Reshawn handed the baby to Mezzie.

  She changed his diaper and swaddled back up again. Reshawn went to the family room and poured himself a midnight drink. He sat on the couch and pondered on how he ended up where he was now:

  Reshawn paced the floor in pure hell. Tiffany, Tyrisha, and Madison were all still in surgery. Moses sat in the corner with the look of revenge on his face. Mezzie walked up on Reshawn and softly put her hand on his back to comfort him. She felt his tense shoulders slightly relax. Moses grilled the receptionist, upset he wasn’t there to save his woman, niece and sister, he considered Tiffany a sister. Quinton sat in deep prayer. He didn’t pray for Tyrisha or Tiffany, He prayed for the life of the children. They were innocent pawns in a game their parents decided to play. The doctor, who worked on Tyrisha, came out first. Moses charged at the doctor, which frightened the poor white man.

  “What’s going on? Is she going to make it? How’s my son?” Moses shot off his questions one after another.

  “You have a beautiful baby boy. He’s in ICU and his heartbeat is low. It is completely normal for baby born under the circumstances. Your wife wasn’t as fortunate. She suffered from a collapsed lung. Fortunately, the cure was relatively easy. We inserted a hollow tube into her chest between the lung and the inner chest wall and the air was pumped out, re-inflating the lung. The tube will remain in place until the lung heals and then we will remove it. She is not conscious, but she is stable. The situation I’m sorry to say is touch and go. She lost a lot of blood from the bullet but we managed to remove it. God was watching over your wife and son. Come with me and I’ll bring you to your son. He is nine pounds and seven ounces., a big man.” The doctor lightly chuckled. Moses cracked a smile.

  Reshawn and Quinton, both blew a sigh of relief. The unsettling feeling in Reshawn’s stomach still remained. He hadn’t heard anything about Tiffany or Madison. He got up and started pacing again.

  “I’ve been in the place you are now. It’s never easy to worry about losing a child,” Mezzie tried to offer some compassion.

  “How the fuck do you know how I feel? My baby girl is in that room fighting for her life. Tell me how you could possibly know how that feels?” Reshawn flipped the chair over.

  Security ran over to the waiting room. Quinton waved them off letting them know he had it handled. He didn’t have children. Madison was the closest thing he had to having a child, so he sympathized with Reshawn.

  “I was in this same hospital, pushing out a dead baby. Tone beat me so bad, he killed my daughter, our daughter. So to say I don’t understand is foolish. I completely understand. Your daughter has a fighting chance. My daughter didn’t have that option when her father stomped my stomach so bad it was damn near flat when I arrived at the hospital!” Mezzie yelled back.

  How dare someone tell her she didn’t understand the feeling? She was so screwed up over the situation she couldn’t properly care for her son. Reshawn dropped his shoulders, looking into Mezzie’s sorrow filled eyes. He could see the hurt she carried.

  “My bad, I didn’t know that was what happened. My fault about losing the baby. Nobody wants to go through that and I mean no one.” Reshawn held his arms out for a hug.

  Mezzie walked into his arms and let all she been holding in go. Quinton watched the two get their feelings out with tears in his eyes. He did a quick prayer for Mezzie’s lost daughter. The doctor for Madison finally came out and sat down with Reshawn.

  “I'm Dr. Kim. Your daughter Madison is doing fine. Her arm and leg are broke from the fall and she doesn’t have a concussion, but we would like to keep an eye on it to see if one develops. She is a very strong baby. When you brought her in, she was unconscious, but she is well now. Sometimes, when pain is too unbearable for kids and adults, we pass out to subside the pain we are feeling. She is on some pain meds so she is pretty out of it, but you can come back in a couple hours. We are working on the other woman right now.” Dr. .Kim patted Reshawn on the shoulder and left the waiting area.

  Reshawn still sat worried he wasn’t out the woods yet. Tiffany was still in surgery and until he knew she was okay, he wouldn’t be okay. Mezzie looked at the same white lady with blonde hair that came out of Tone’s house, the day she followed him. Mezzie made a mental note to find out who she was. Right now wasn’t the place.

  Three hours later, Reshawn sat in the waiting room dozing off. He had sent Quinton and Mezzie home. Moses was still in the ICU and refused to leave. The doctor gave special orders to permit him back there under the circumstances. Dr. Kim came back into the waiting area with a bunch of papers and a snicker bar. She sat across from him and shuffled through her papers as if Reshawn wasn’t there.

  “Thank you again for helping my baby girl,” Reshawn spoke up.

  “That is my job. What I would like to know is why and how a baby fell down some stairs to break two of her limbs?” Dr. Kim asked as she continued to look through her papers.

  “Long story and I’d rather not get into it.”

  “You would be surprised the things I find out working the ER shift. I’m going to let you in on a secret. Get that mother fucker Tone,” Dr. Kim advised never looking up from her papers.

  “How the hell do you know Tone?” Reshawn thought his mind was playing tricks on him.

  “Tiffany kept repeating it before we sedated her. She was mumbling get that motherfucker Tone over and over again until she was out.”

  Reshawn relaxed again as another doctor came out. He waved Reshawn over to him and both men continued down the hall.

  “Miss Mitchell was hit in her back. The bullet still remains inside of her. We think if we remove it will cause more damage. She will be in a wheel chair for a couple months, but with physical therapy she should be okay. She is awake if you want to go in and speak to her,” The doctor patted Reshawn on the shoulder.

  “Thank you, Doc. I truly appreciate it.” Reshawn rushed from the doctor. His cellphone was vibrating. He slid the answer button and placed the phone to his ear.

  “I’m glad to hear the baby is okay,” Tone laughed and hung up.

  Reshawn was still upset he let Tone go. Madison had fell and all his vision zeroed in on was his daughter falling down the stairs. Tone slipped out while Reshawn and Mezzie ran to tend to Madison.

  Reshawn threw
his iPhone down smashing it into the floor. He calmed down just enough so he would be permitted to see Tiffany.

  “Baby, you got that zoned look on again. What’s the matter?” Mezzie stood in the archway.

  Reshawn had been having a lot of zoned out flash backs since the night his life, as he knew it, changed. Tone was still out there and Reshawn wouldn’t rest until he knew he was six feet down in his back yard. He would piss on his grave every day. Mezzie also still had revenge in her heart after what went down. The cops investigated for months. Everyone involved were questioned multiple times. Everyone told the same story. A mask intruder came and robbed the house. Since the house was in Tyrisha’s name, no one questioned it.

  Reshawn and Mezzie bonded over the love they shared for their children and the hate they had for Tone. One night of revengeful planning led to where they were now-- engaged and welcoming their new son into the mix. Reshawn was very blessed and wasn’t giving it up for no one, especially not Melissa.

  Melissa caught the hint and moved back to New York. Reshawn didn’t bother sitting her down to explain. Melissa saw what he was going through and didn’t want to be apart. She saw what happened to the women in his life. They were either shot or soon fell victim to it.

  Reshawn signaled for Mezzie to sit on his lap, he rubbed her nice firm ass and took in the sweet smell of apple and pear scrub she used earlier. Mezzie had a lot of issues to deal with and so did Reshawn. They both agreed when Tone was dead and gone, they would get the help they needed.

  Chapter Four

  Tiffany rolled into the kitchen with Madison on her lap. Since the accident Tiffany had been in intense physical therapy and counseling sessions. Tiffany could walk but the people around her felt satisfied if she used her wheel chair, and didn’t use the stairs.

  “Hey, babies, how you feeling, babe?” Marquise asked, fixing breakfast. Tiffany smiled at the sight of Marquise. Marquise had proven himself to her while she recovered, unlike Quinton, who moved to California and got engaged.

  “Hey, Love, Maryann can’t drop Maddie off at school, I was hoping you could.” Tiffany batted her eyes. Marquise was mush in Tiffany’s fine manicured hands, and nothing she did was ever wrong to Marquise.

  “You lucky I love ya’ sexy ass.” Marquise sat down a plate of poached eggs, grapefruit, and granola. Tiffany was put on a strict diet. Her physical therapist warned that if she gained more weight it would make her recovery harder. Tiffany stuck to her diet and now she was a size 4 with a six pack and ripped arms.

  “Thanks, baby.” She dug into her food while Madison played with her’s. Madison had made a remarkable recovery; she was now walking and talking. It was as if nothing happened to her.

  After Marquise and Madison pulled out the driveway, Tiffany got up out her wheelchair and walked upstairs to her bedroom. The pain in her back was intense, nonetheless she pushed forward. Marquise didn’t allow Tiffany to go upstairs since she came home from rehab six months ago. Every day after Marquise left, Tiffany would try to go up the stairs a little more each day. Today she finally made it.

  Tiffany let out a single tear for her small personal victory. She hadn’t been able to tuck her baby in for a year. Mary Ann had become, to some extent, a mother to Maddie. Marquise didn’t allow Tiffany to do anything he thought would hurt her. Tiffany loved Marquise for all that he sacrificed except she felt like he was crippling her.

  Tiffany peaked into Madison’s room and smiled at the bed that now stood where her crib once was. Madison was growing up and she was missing it. She continued to her bedroom and almost cried, her beautiful bedroom was still as she left it. The soft rug felt pleasant compared to the hardwood she was forced to stand on sleeping in the guest suite. Tiffany ran a bath and settled down in the tub, she opened the cabinet next to the tub and pulled out a wine bottle and glass from her secret stash. Tiffany sipped the wine like it was her last cup. The bathroom door creaked; Tiffany looked up to see Marquise standing in the door way with an angry expression on his face.

  “What did I tell you about not pushing yourself? I came back because I left my salon keys and you’re in the tub. Maryann is on vacation so I know she didn’t help you,” Marquise spoke slowly.

  “Mark, I am tired of you treating me like I am broken. It’s been a year and my therapist has recommended for me to start getting back to my usual routine. I was going to wait to dinner to tell you but I am returning to work. Madison is in day care, you’re at work and I need to be also.” Tiffany sipped her drink, the wine felt so relaxing going down her throat.

  “Tiff, you know I care about you, right?” Marquise took a seat on the toilet.

  “Of course, that’s why I’m telling you to calm down. You want to build with me so learn to be with a strong-minded woman. Remember when we met? You said I turned you on because I was about my business.” Tiffany scrubbed her skin and lathered her hair. She stood up and entered the glass encased shower. Marquise licked his lips.

  While Tiffany was busy washing her hair, Marquise slipped out his jeans and boxers. He pulled his shirt over his carved body and threw it to the ground. If Tiffany wanted him to treat her regular, he was going to show her.

  Marquise pushed Tiffany against the wall and spread her legs apart. Tiffany gripped the granite wall, anxious for what was about to come. Marquise stuck two fingers in her pussy, moving them in circular motion like he was stirring her juices. Tiffany moaned so loud and hard she thought she came already. Marquise took his fingers out and sucked them dry.

  “I love to stir my drink before I taste it.” He smirked. Marquise lowered his self on the ground so he could sip his Tiff colada. He latched his lips on her clit like a baby latching on its mother’s nipple. He sucked, chewed and licked Tiffany pussy dry. Tiffany was screaming his name and calling every god she knew. Then Marquise got off the floor and picked Tiffany up. She kissed his lips, tasting her sweet essences dripping from his mouth. Marquise centered Tiffany in the middle of the bed then he climbed on the bed and continued for a second drink. He was thirsty and only Tiffany quenched his thirst.

  Marquise spread Tiffany’s legs as far as they could go and dived in head first. While he lick, slurped and gobbled her pussy he stuck one finger in so he could scoop the juices out like his favorite ice from the corner store.

  “I swear she got the best pussy” Marquise said at the same time as he ate Tiffany’s box. The vibrating from his voice sent Tiffany over the edge. When Marquise felt her legs begin to shake he knew he did his job. He wanted to do over time. Marquise opened, a now limp, Tiffany’s legs up and entered her nice and gently taking his time. Nice and steady wins the race.

  Tiffany gasped as Marquise entered her; she gyrated her hips to make him fit in her nice and snug. Marquise did nice and long strokes that caused Tiffany to lose her mind. What turned her on was the way he looked into her eyes as he stroked her. She could tell he loved her by the way he intensely looked in her eyes to make sure he was satisfying her the way she needed to be.

  Tiffany tightened her muscles, making it unbearable for Marquise to continue without ejaculating. Which he did. He filled Tiffany up like she was his Mercedes at a gas station; Premium.

  “Does this mean I can sleep back in my room now?” Tiffany asked as Marquise positioned his self between her legs.

  “Yes, babe, don’t try to overdo yourself,” He said, as he kissed her inner thighs.

  “I can promise you that after I handle some much needed work I need to put in, first,” Tiffany promised, with Tone in mind. Tiffany couldn’t wait for her upcoming trip.

  Chapter Five

  “Where are MJ’s diapers?” Tyrisha yelled to Moses. She hated when Moses or the nanny moved stuff.

  “It should be in his nursery. Open your damn eyes,” Moses yelled back.

  The relationship Moses and Tyrisha once had was gone. Too many things were said and too many people were hurt in the process. Moses’ whole outlook on the relationship changed once the first person Tyrisha asked for wh
en she awoke was Tone. Moses couldn’t believe the one person who tried to take her life, she’d asked for. Moses made up his mind he wasn’t going to ponder on the negative so he gave Tyrisha a break. It all changed when he heard Tyrisha calling Tone in her sleep; not a revengeful call, a sexual one.

  “I found it, don’t fucking worry. Dumb ass nigga!” She screamed back, making MJ start crying.

  “I know he about tired of your loud ass mouth,” Moses chuckled.

  His heart was sore and he was tired of suffering through this relationship with Tyrisha. It had been a year and she still screamed his name. He could tell she was still in love despite what he tried to do. Moses Jr. looked more and more like Tone each day. Tyrisha never commented on it or brought the situation up. Moses waited for her to recognize MJ wasn’t his. Moses never changed the love he had for MJ, he was his son regardless.

  Tyrisha came down holding MJ, his diaper bag and her Chanel bag. Moses’ heart still skipped a beat when Tyrisha entered a room. Tyrisha was still the beautiful woman he fell in love with. With the same loud mouth, but Moses thought it got bigger since the shooting.

  “I see you found it.” Moses reached for MJ.

  “Without your help.” Tyrisha rolled her eyes. She was ready to get going. Moses, MJ and Tyrisha were flying to New York. Moses had gotten a head ups that Tone was back in New York., Reshawn was driving up alone, while Tiffany and Mezzie were flying in together with the children.

  They all had become quite the blended family since everything happened. Mezzie had been planning Tone’s death a million ways and couldn’t wait to get the green light to do so. Tyrisha didn’t really like Mezzie for the fact she slept with Tone and now she was with Reshawn. She didn’t get the fact as to why she couldn’t just snag her own man. Tiffany, on the other hand, was cool. Reshawn was cool to play with but she knew she didn’t want to walk back down that path again. Reshawn took care of Madison and she was okay with being his baby mother.