I Choose You 3 : The Matrimony

by Diamond Johnson

She walked away from the door, and that’s when I knocked one more time. This time the friend came to the door and asked who it was. I removed my hand because I knew that the friend didn’t know who we were, so she wouldn’t have a problem with opening the door for us. She opened the door and had a big ass smile on her face.

  “Marshae, it’s two fine ass niggas standing on the porch. Girl, why you didn’t let them in?” the friend asked, smiling from ear to ear. I looked at the bitch’s hands and feet, and she wasn’t even my damn type. I liked my women to have they shit down all the fuckin time, so she couldn’t have me even if I wasn’t already taken.

  “Yeah Marshae, why you didn’t let us in?” I asked in a singsong voice with a smirk on my face, walking towards her.

  The look on her face was fuckin priceless. All of a sudden, I looked down at her and I saw pee dripping down her leg. She started shaking, and I had that bitch right where the fuck I wanted her. I wanted her to get that feeling in her stomach when you knew that something bad was about to happened to you. I wanted her to be scared like she had just seen a ghost or some shit. I wanted that bitch to know that tonight would be her last night here on this damn Earth. She took off down the hall, and I was right on her ass.

  “Naw bitch, don’t cry now. Were you crying when you were leaving threatening ass messages on my girl phone? Were you crying when you told my wife that you took our baby? Talk that thug shit you liked to talk when you call my girl from private!” I said, snatching her up by her throat and looking into the eyes of a frightened woman, the eyes of a woman that fucked around, and now I was about to fuck around and kill her ass.

  “Ty watch that bitch out there! Don’t let her out of your sight!” I yelled from the back, because I didn’t want to risk that bitch getting away and going back to the police and snitching on us. I walked with Marshae to a bedroom located in the back of the room, and threw her stupid ass down on the bed. I locked the door behind me too.

  “You know what Otis, fuck you and that bitch. I hate that hoe!” she screamed, finding her balls. I guess she figured she might as well talk her shit, because either way her ass was going to die. Marshae knew me, and she knew that when I came here it wouldn’t have been to make threats, but to send some head shots her way.

  “Bitch, you don’t even fuckin know her, so what the fuck you mean you hate her?” I asked, laughing at her silly ass. She didn’t hate Tisha as a person; there’s a big difference. Instead, she hated Tisha for what she had, which was me. When it all came down to it, Marshae was doing all of this just to get with me. Don’t she know that if she would have killed Tisha that night that she had her tied down in her basement that I would have come back and killed her ass? Did she really think that I would live happily ever after with her or some shit? I swear, these new hoes got the game all fucked up.

  “Fuck you Otis. That bitch came along in the picture and you just forgot about me. Like we never shared anything before,” she said.

  “And what the fuck did we share? Marshae, let’s not act stupid here. You was never my girl! You were just a nut. Matter of fact, we never even shared that because I never even stuck my dick in your ass. You gave me head and that was it. You going crazy out here in these streets, trying to kill my girl, threatening my baby and the only thing I did was shot some semen on your face! Bitch, I swear your ass is crazy as fuck!” I snapped, because this bitch had really pissed me the fuck off.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck you and that bastard ass baby. You lucky you caught me when you did because I planned on taking that baby tomorrow and killing her and your bitch. Tell your girl she stupid as fuck too for believing me when I called her and said that I had her baby that night, even though I could have taken her little pretty ass. Nigga I was right behind your ass that day while you were in Toys R Us. I could have easily taken that baby,” she laughed.

  “Bitch, so why the fuck you didn’t do it? You know damn well if you had even tried to touch my baby, I would have killed your ass in the middle of that damn store in front of everybody, so don’t play stupid. You got anything else you want to say before I kill your ass?” I asked, getting annoyed with all of this back and forth shit.

  “Yeah, tell your bitch I’m sorry about her loss,” she smirked, referring to when Tisha miscarried our baby.

  I pulled out my gun and let off about 20 clips in this bitch’s body. That comment she left was enough to make my ass go insane. Watching my wife for weeks at a time struggle to get her sanity back after losing her baby did something to nigga, and for her to say that shit like it was a fuckin joke made my trigger finger go crazy. Thank God for silencers, because I’m pretty sure it would have sounded liked the fourth of July in this bitch had I not had it. Each shot meant something. This bitch jumped my girl, kidnapped her, threatened to kill my baby, and her dumb ass was the reason Tisha and I didn’t get married the first time.

  “Rot in hell bitch,” I said before leaving the room. The sight in there was fuckin gruesome. Her damn head wasn’t even attached to her shoulders anymore. Wasn’t no waking up and coming back from this; this bitch was dead this time. She wasn’t any good! I walked to the front room, and that’s when I saw the friend sitting there crying her eyes out.

  “Please don’t kill me, I promise I won’t say a thing, I promise,” she cried. Too bad I didn’t believe her. I knew women, and I knew that they asses stuck together like glue, so best believe if I were to let this bitch walk away from this scene alive, she would have a fuckin field day running to the police about how I murdered her friend. I walked over to her and looked into her tear strained face.

  “Promises are meant to be broken baby girl,” I said.

  POW! POW! POW! I let off three shots, killing her instantly.

  I walked in the kitchen, found the oven, and put it on 450 degrees. They should start stankin in there in about 30 minutes. Tyrone and I left out, and boy was I happy that part of my life was fuckin over. I didn’t have to worry about this bitch trying to fuck with my girl or my damn kids any more. I was going to keep this shit a secret, but I wasn’t going to lie to Tisha about the shit either. If she ever got curious and wanted to know what happened, I was going to tell her, but I damn sure wasn’t going to just voluntarily give up the information either.

  Chapter 20: Pat

  “Come on Meek, just push one last time,” I coached her as we were in the delivery room trying to get Princess to come out. The sight before me was crazy, and I was trying to be a man about the situation, but boy did I want to cry my damn self. Meek ass was in there crying like somebody was killing her ass. I know they say that labor isn’t no joke, but damn.

  “Meek come on, you got this,” Tisha said, coaching her as well and wiping the beads of sweat that were appearing on her forehead.

  “Oh my God, this shit hurts so fuckin baaaaddd,” Tamika cried out. I was there the entire time, doing the breathing exercises along with her as well.

  “You got it Tamika, just give me one last big push,” the doctor instructed, and sure enough my girl did one last push, and that’s when I was able to see the head. She gave a final push, and the doctor was able to gently tug the baby out of her, and loud cries filled the room.

  “Oh my God, she is so beautiful, look at all that hair,” Lani cooed, walking over and snapping a picture of Princess Ariel Jordan.

  “Would you like to do the honors daddy, and cut the umbilical cord?” the doctor asked me. Shit, I was trying to get my damn nerves under control after seeing Tamika’s pussy stretch out like that. I ain’t never in my life seen no shit like that before. After getting myself together, I walked over and did the honors, and cut the cord. My girl laid there weak as fuck, but I had to admit that she was strong because her ass took that pain and gave birth naturally. I walked over and kissed her on the cheek.

  “You did good baby, I’m so proud of you,” I said to Tamika, wiping the tears from her eyes.

  A few moments later, the nurse came back holding Princess. She passed her to Tamika, and that mo
ment alone almost caused a nigga to shed a few tears. These two girls were my life, and I would go to hell and back for them if I had to. I quickly pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of Tamika holding our baby. That would be something that I would remember for the rest of my life.

  Chapter 21: Tamika

  Being a mother was one of the best things in the world. I loved my daughter with everything inside of me. She just turned two months today, and she was the spitting image of Pat. She had my deep dimples and my big eyes, and everything else was all Pat. Since I had Princess, I haven’t been back to the salon because I wanted to spend as much time with my daughter as possible. I was pretty much on top of things when it came to my baby, because I had gotten so used to watching Harmony and Aaliyah that everything just came naturally. Only thing I didn’t like was the fact that Princess would wake up in the middle of the night around three in the morning, and she wouldn’t take her little butt back to sleep until like five. Pat and I rotated when it came to who would stay up with the baby. If I had to do it tonight, then it was his turn to do it tomorrow.

  I was on my way to my mother’s house to spend a little time with her. Growing up, my mother and I didn’t have the best relationship but over the years, we were able to get along better than usual. I wasn’t a bad child growing up but I always had a slick ass mouth, which caused my mom and me to bump heads a lot. I have to admit, it took a lot for my mom to raise me as a single mother, especially when I got into high school. I wanted to do what the fuck I wanted and I swore up and down that my ass was grown. At that time, I was dating my ex-boyfriend Chase, and I always wanted to be stuck up under his ass. My mom didn’t like me with him, because she could tell that he was a dog, but my dumb ass stayed up until I had enough of the constant lies, cheating, and disrespect. My ass was only in high school, but I was having grown ass woman problems.

  “Hey ma,” I said, walking inside of her three-bedroom, two- bath condo. I know that she was surprised to see me come, because I didn’t tell her that I was on my way.

  “Hey Meek- Meek,” she said, walking over to me and giving me a big ass hug.

  “There goes grandma’s baby. Hey gorgeous,” my mom said looking down at Princess, who was in her car seat. I left the car seat by the front door, unbuckled it, and passed my daughter to my mom. We walked inside the den and she had a movie playing on Lifetime, like always. Ever since I can remember, my mom had always been a huge fan of Lifetime movies.

  “How’s everything been going with you?” I asked my mother, tucking my feet up under me as I sat down on the couch.

  Staring at my mom, I was actually the spitting image of her. I was only 25 and my mom looked like she could be my sister; that’s because she had me when she was 17, which is why she was always so hard on me growing up, because she didn’t want me to follow in her footsteps and become pregnant while I was in high school. At the time, I thought she was just being over protective as always but now that I’m older and much mature and wise, I saw that my mom was only looking out for my well-being. As a teenager, you don’t look at situations like that. It took some time for me to grow up, and now I appreciate that I actually had a mother in my life staying on my ass, because it showed how much she loved me and how she didn’t want me to mess up my future by having a baby by a nigga that didn’t give two fucks about me.

  “Nothing still, working at the hospital, everything is good,” she told me. My mom was an RN at Memorial Hospital, and she had been working there since I was in middle school. That’s why when I was in high school my ass was never home, because my mom would work the overnight shift and I was out with Chase being grown. As my mom was holding Princess, she was staring at me a little funny, like she was searching for something but she couldn’t find it.

  “Why you staring at me like that ma?” I asked, looking at her and then pulling out my phone from my purse to check the time.

  “A mother knows,” she said, shaking her head and smiling. I didn’t know what the hell this lady was up to.

  “A mother knows what? What are you talking about?” I asked, confused.

  “Tamika, your ass is pregnant again. That shit is written all over your damn face,” she smiled.

  “What? Ma, you tripping!” I told her defensively, then when I thought about it, the doctor told us to wait six weeks after I gave birth to Princess until we had sex again. Shit, I think we only waited two damn weeks. I remember that night when it happened.

  I had just laid Princess down for the night and I was tired as hell. Pat had been at the studio all day, so I was there with the baby by myself all day. All I wanted to do was jump in the shower, get into the bed, and get me a few hours of sleep before Princess woke up at 3 in the morning, like she did every night. When I got out the shower, I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked back inside the bedroom, and that’s when I heard the microwave beep from downstairs. I knew it was Pat down there, so I threw the towel off and put on my black silk robe that stopped at the middle of my thigh. I went downstairs, and my man was sitting at the table eating some of the spaghetti that I cooked the other night.

  “Hey baby,” I said, walking over to him and sitting on his lap.

  “Hmm, you smell soo good,” he said, sniffing my neck, and I smiled at him.

  “I missed your fine ass all day,” he said, trying to untie my robe from the front. I quickly slapped his hand away from me.

  “Baby no, the doctor said we have to wait six weeks. We still have a few weeks left to go, plus I don’t think I’m all the way healed yet,” I said, trying to get up because he was still trying to undo my robe, not paying my ass any attention.

  “Baby, ain’t nothing gon’ happen. Ima just pull out. We gon’ be good. Plus, I’ll be gentle,” he said, standing up with me still on his lap. He carried me over to the counter and sat me on top, and undid my robe.

  “Pat, baby we can’t, it’s going to hurt too,” I said, shivering at his touch.

  “I promise, I’ll go slow,” he said, taking my robe completely off.

  “I should have just stayed my ass upstairs, I don’t even know why I came down here,” I said as he was sucking on my neck.

  “You knew what the fuck you was doing, coming down here in this short ass robe,” he said, kissing me on the lips.

  Pat spread my legs open, and I sat there and let him. He pulled my panties to the side and dipped his fingers inside my wetness, kissing me deeply.

  “Ohh Patt,” I moaned, breathing heavy into his neck.

  “Yeah, and your ass said no,” he said pulling, his fingers out. I looked at him with sex-filled eyes, waiting to get dicked down. He pulled his dick out through the slit of his boxers and only stuck the head in. I jerked just by that.

  “Hold your ass still,” he said, putting my ankles on the counter and holding me by them. He went back inside me, putting a little more in, and I sat there biting my lip. He continued to do that about 5 times, and I had had enough.

  “Pat quit playing, just put it in there,” I said to him, not liking the teasing that he was giving me.

  “Wait girl, I’m trying not to hurt your lil ass,” he said. Next thing he knew, I had grabbed the back of his ass, forcing him to put all 10 inches of himself inside of me. I was tired of him teasing me; I wanted to feel all of him, and that’s how it went down. I sat there and let my man fuck the shit out of me on that counter, and I didn’t even make his ass pull out, knowing I was still fertile and could easily get pregnant again.

  I snapped out of my thoughts and came back to reality. “Shit ma! I might be pregnant,” I said, looking at her.

  “Keep them coming baby. I want about three more,” she said, laughing while playing in Princess’s hair.

  “Not happening, this is going to be the last one,” I told her, standing up. “Ma, can you watch her for me for a little bit. I got to make a few stops.”

  “Sure, I’ll watch her, go ahead,” my mom said.

  I left my mother’s house and drove to the nearest Walgre
ens. I brought a pregnancy test from the counter and went inside the restroom to take it. Ten minutes later, I was walking out of the store, indeed a pregnant woman. I knew my girls were going to clown my ass on this one, because I used to swear up and down that I was never going to have kids. Now look at my dumb ass, I got pregnant back to back. Ain’t this some shit!

  Chapter 22: Pat

  I was in the studio getting it in. I had been there since 8 o’clock this morning, and it was now 7 at night. A nigga was tired as fuck, but I knew I would be leaving there soon. I looked up at the window and I saw Meek about to walk in the door. I knew some shit was about to go down, because she never came to the studio unless it was important.

  She came inside the room and ushered with her hand for me to come over.

  “Run that last track back. I’m going to holla at my old lady right quick,” I said to Cevon.

  We went into the lobby area, where it was just the two of us.

  “What’s up baby?” I asked, pulling her down on my lap.

  “You remember saying, “Oh baby, I’m going to pull out and ain’t nothing going to happen?” she said. “Well look, this happened!” she said, throwing a stick in my hand.

  “What’s this?” I asked her.

  “A pregnancy test, I’m pregnant again!” she yelled.

  “Why you sound so mad about it?” I asked her.

  “I’m not mad, just a little bit disappointed,” she said.

  She was really pissing me off, sitting here acting like it was a problem that she was about to have another one of my babies.

  “Were you fuckin disappointed when you was riding my dick that night? No I don’t think so, so I don’t want to hear that shit!” I barked.

  She sat there and rolled her eyes at me, with nothing to say at all because she knew damn well that I was right.

  “I’m going home. You get on my nerves with your selfish ass!” she said, standing up.