Sen and Neicey- Life After Love

by Briann Danae

  Sliding his phone on the nightstand, Meechi placed his feet on the ground. “All this for me?”

  Shyly, Erica blushed and nodded her head. “You bought it for me.”

  “I did. Turn around. Nah, don’t do it all quick. Do it slow. Let me take you in.”

  Slowly, Erica pivoted in her stance. When her back was completely away from him, she bent over some and made her ass clap. In the mirror attached to their dresser, Meechi’s reflection displayed him biting down on his bottom lip and dragging a hand over his waves. When his gaze met hers, her heart turned over in response.

  “Sexy ass,” he hissed, standing to his feet.

  Meechi was all man, and even the way he walked over to her had Erica creaming. She could feel the sexual magnetism that made him so self-confident, and it was a struggle for her not to turn around. His hard piece reached her before his body did. But, when it did, Erica’s body shuddered and engulfed in flames. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Meechi rubbed her belly. His touch always soothed her.

  Trailing his hands up her stomach, Meechi massaged her round breasts and thanked the Lord they had stayed after Daiya was born. She never had much to begin with, but his baby was at least a cup size bigger than when he met her.

  “You feel how hard you got my dick?” He asked, but he didn’t have to.

  Reaching behind her, Erica stroked him through his basketball shorts. “Why didn’t you let me finish my tease?”

  Kissing her neck, Meechi slid his hands in between her thighs and massaged her mound. “You were taking too long.”

  “You told me to go slow,” she moaned out, leaning her head against his chest.

  Looking in the mirror, Meechi felt himself getting emotional. Erica meant everything to him, and everyday his love for her deepened and intensified on a level he never wanted to come down from.

  “Look at us,” he commanded, and Erica’s opened her eyes. He was still massaging her breasts and kissing on every inch of her skin that was unclothed.

  “I love you.” The three words were strong and pulled on Meechi’s heartstrings every time they left her lips.

  “How much?”

  She smirked. “As much as you love my boobs.”

  “Shit, that’s a whole lot then. My babies hooked you up.”

  Tired of talking, Meechi slid the straps down her arms one by one, freeing his new toys. Wanting to feel her body against his, Erica turned around, giving him access to see all of her. The negligee pooled at the top of her belly, but it didn’t stop Meechi from attacking her nipples. With fervor, he sucked each one, flicked them both with his long tongue, and softly bit them.

  “Meechi,” Erica whined, as he lifted her in the air as if she weighed nothing. And, to him, she didn’t. He had been picking her ass up for years; wasn’t anything about to change.

  “What, baby? Can daddy take his time and eat this pussy? Why you whining?”

  “I’m horny. Just lick it a few times. I can’t wait.”

  Looking up at her from between her thighs, Meechi chuckled. She was so damn bossy and spoiled; it didn’t make any sense. It was his fault though. Doing as he was told, Meechi slid the thong from her body, spread her legs, and dived head first. He knew she told him to just lick it a few times, but that wasn’t his forte. Meechi made love to the pussy. His pussy. There was no way he was just about to give her a few licks. He was about to snatch her soul.

  By the fourth slurp to her clit, Erica’s legs were shaking. “Sweet ass pussy. Talkin’ about just lick it,” he chuckled, sliding up her body.

  Grabbing him by the back of his neck, Erica tongued him down. Though he wanted to slide in her in the position they were in, he didn’t want to hurt the baby. Plus, Erica loved sex from the side while she was pregnant. Climbing into the bed, Meechi slid behind her, lifted her leg, and aligned himself with her soaking wet center.

  “This don’t make no damn sense, girl. Fuck!”

  Releasing a groan, he buried himself inside of her and wrapped a hand around the front of her throat. Catching the rhythm, Erica twirled her hips and positioned her head so she could kiss him. Had they not already been engaged, Meechi would have proposed. Her pussy was so good; Meechi closed his eyes and thanked God for blessing her for him. Hitting her with a deep stroke, Erica cried out and Meechi went stiff.

  “You good?” he breathed heavily.

  Erica nodded her head. “Mhm. Don’t stop.”

  Doing as told, again, Meechi sped up his pace. Removing his hand from her neck, he lifted her leg some in the air and dug deeper. With Erica just hitting the end of thirty-eight weeks, Meechi was afraid that he would be poking the baby when they had sex. The doctor let them know that it was fine and it helped induce labor. Erica enjoyed being pregnant now that Daiya was older, so she didn’t mind if her baby boy didn’t arrive until forty weeks. Now, anything longer, she was going to blame his stubborn daddy.

  Delivering nothing but long, deep, earth shattering, soul snatching, baby making strokes, Meechi was floating. Surely, he had died and gone to heaven right then. If he had a choice to be anywhere for the rest of his life, it would be buried deep inside of his fiancée. There wasn’t a place better he had ever been, seen, nor felt; not even their thousand-dollar king size bed he slept in every night.

  Switching his stroke up, he poked at her spot, causing her flood gates to open. Pulling out, Meechi rubbed the head against her clit in a quick motion. Known to squirt, Meechi felt the first trickle of warm liquid coat his shaft, and Erica gasped.

  “Shit. You dripping,” he groaned, sliding back in her. “Gone and cum on your dick,” he coached, like he always did. He loved when she talked back to a nigga. It only made him go harder.

  Erica’s eyes popped open and she tried lowering her leg. “Babe.”

  “Hmm? What you running for? Am I hurting you?”

  “No. I think my water just broke.”

  “Oh shit!” Erica had never saw Meechi move so quickly in her life. Though the matter at hand was far from funny, she couldn’t help but release a laugh.

  “Calm down, Meechi,” she said as he helped her from the bed. A puddle had formed in the middle and Meechi couldn’t believe his eyes. He was used to her squirting, but her water breaking while having sex was on some other type of freaky shit.

  “Calm down? Nah,” he said, rushing to get her a dry towel from their bathroom. “Yo mufucking water just broke!”

  Shaking her head, Erica was calm as ever walking over to their dresser. Had she been in any pain, she would have been freaking out too, but she was good. She had only felt a small contraction so far. Walking out the bathroom, Meechi cleaned her up before helping her slide into a fresh pair of underwear.

  “Why you didn’t tell me to stop?” he asked, needing an answer.

  Erica shrugged. “I was fine. Plus, you were feeling too good.” She was laughing as she slipped a pair of sweats on, but Meechi was still shocked. Lowkey, this entire scene had traumatized him, but he wouldn’t tell Erica that. He’d never want to make her feel bad for something she had no control over. Her water breaking was out of her control, though Meechi may or may not have influenced the act.

  “Do you have my bag?” she questioned, as he helped her down the steps.

  “It’s already in the truck. Want me to call your-”

  The tight squeeze of his hand made him stop talking. A contraction had struck Erica so hard, she had to stop walking and catch her breath.

  “Got damn!” she hissed, once it bypassed.

  “Erica. Look at me. You good?”

  She nodded her head, but Meechi wasn’t feeling that. Picking her up bridal style, he carried her the remainder of the way to the truck that was parked in the garage. While he was snapping her seatbelt, Erica grabbed his face.

  “Thank you, baby.”

  Meechi quickly kissed her lips. Palming her belly, he gave their son a reassuring rub, letting him know to stay his behind put until they got to the hospital.

  “Nah,
thank you. Let’s roll. It’s time to bring my little man into the world.”

  ***

  A pout was evident on Erica’s face, and Meechi couldn’t do anything but chuckle. Her lips were poked out as she held their six-pound baby, who had decided to arrive a week and a half early. Damitri Rashaun Sutton Jr. looked like every bit of his father. Though his skin tone wasn’t as chocolate as Meechi’s yet, Erica could tell by the tip of his ear that he was going to be his color.

  “What you pouting for, beautiful? Our son is healthy. Everybody out there waiting to meet him, and I’m proud as fuck of you, girl.” Leaning in, he kissed her forehead and the Lil Meechi’s cheek. The nurses had cleaned Erica and him up, and they were getting in some alone time before their family bombarded her room.

  “He looks just like you,” she continued to pout.

  Meechi shrugged his shoulders. “He better. All that work I was putting in to create him, he should have come out trying to shake my hand.”

  Erica cracked up and pulled him closer to her. “You are so silly. Wait until your spoiled little princess meets him. She’s going to have a fit.”

  Grinning, Meechi couldn’t wait to see Daiya trying to hold Lil Meechi. She was either going to hate for the attention to not be on her, or she was going to treat him like one of her baby dolls. Meechi would bet his last on the latter of the two.

  “She’ll be straight. You ready for all these folks to be in here?” he questioned. If she needed a little more time, he’d tell them all to come back in the morning.

  Erica nodded her head. “I’m fine. I’m sure they’ll still be over to the house once I’m released, so we might as well get it over with.”

  Affectionately, Meechi gave her a quick kiss before leaving out the room. He didn’t know any other way to show his gratitude rather than physically, and Erica was just going to have to accept it, which she didn’t mind at all. Before Meechi could round the corner and announce Lil Meechi’s arrival, he heard Sen before he saw him. With a shake of his head, he could only imagine what his cousin was going off about now.

  “Naaah,” Sen dragged out, pacing the tile floor. “You serious right now BM?”

  Big Meechi, known as BM, had an unbothered look on his face. He had never in life needed anyone’s approval besides his wife’s and, just recently, his children’s. There was no way in hell Sen was about to make him feel bad for a decision that had nothing to do with him.

  “Sen. Please do not start in this hospital. That is not why we came up here,” Neicey said while trying to grab his hand, but he snatched away from her.

  “Nah. Fuck that. He got some lady I don’t even know up here with the family, like she belong here,” he spat, eyes trained on the woman at BM’s side.

  “She does belong here, nigga. And, I suggest you pipe down, for we be taking this conversation outside.” BM’s tone was cold, making Neda, a woman he had been dating for a few months, squeeze his hand softly.

  Leaning over, she whispered in his ear, “It’s fine. I can leave.”

  “You good Neda,” Meechi voiced, walking up on them from behind. “What’s up ya’ll?”

  Slapping palms with BM, he pulled his son in for a manly hug before releasing him. Grinning at Neda, he hugged her as well, and Sen damn near lost it.

  “Yo! Ya’ll serious right now!?”

  Meechi’s jaw clenched, and the entire atmosphere shifted. “Aye, you my cousin and all that good shit. But, chill the fuck out with the disrespect. My pops is a grown ass man and, had I had a problem with Neda being here, she wouldn’t be here.”

  “I’m saying though. You niggas couldn’t at least warn me?”

  “Warn you about what nigga?” BM hissed. He was ready to punch Sen in his mouth, nephew or not.

  “About yo new woman. I mean, shit. I guess everybody was in on ya’ll’s relationship except me.”

  Though he wasn’t voicing his opinion with the words he wanted to use, it was evident as day that Sen was in his feelings about BM dating someone other than his auntie. Most of the family felt the same way at first but, after the initial shock of BM wanting to date again, they were good. As a widowed man, he battled the most with the decision. Kamille was his life and his kids were his lifeline. In no way did he ever want to disrespect either of them so, before he ever brought up the notion, he prayed that things would go smoothly once the decision was brought to the table.

  Meechi struggled the most with coming to grips of his pops’ dating life, but for good reason. His parents had been together well over twenty years, and he witnessed majority of their marriage. Locked down or not, Kamille held her man down, and BM still provided like the man he was when away. The thought of another woman trying to take his mother’s place was what set Meechi off, but that wasn’t the case at all. Neda would never be Kamille. BM had gotten that through his brain and was okay with that fact. Meechi, Donell, and Kamryn were as well.

  He didn’t want Neda to be anyone but herself while with him. An average woman couldn’t walk a minute in the shoes Kamille filled, and BM would never ask one to. After six years of coping, grieving, stressing, and trying to find his footing in life without his soulmate, BM was finally ready to date again. He had no plans to remarry anytime soon, but he enjoyed Neda’s company. She was a good woman and good women deserved love as well, even if it that love came from a place of brokenness that needed repairing.

  BM tried to release Neda’s hand and walk over to Sen, but she held it tightly. After dating for almost six months, this was the first time she had been around more than just his kids, and she could tell this was a challenge for him, even though he was putting up a good front. Her reassuring squeeze of encouragement let him know that he had made the right choice by bringing her to the hospital. Besides, what better way to meet the family than by helping welcome a new addition?

  “Everyone wasn’t in on anything. When I felt it was time for ya’ll to meet her, ya’ll would know. Since you in your feelings, you get to meet her first,” BM told Sen, who sucked his teeth.

  “Let her hand go, then. You being all territorial like she gone go somewhere,” Sen joked, walking up on the pair.

  Neda smiled and BM released her hand, only to place his on the small of her back. “Nice to meet you. You must be Sen?”

  “I am he, and he is me,” he said seriously, making everyone laugh.

  “This nigga,” Neicey laughed, with a roll of her eyes. He was forever on some childish mess.

  “Nah, I’m playing. How you doing Neda? I see why Unc been hiding you.” With her hand in his, Sen stepped back some and let his eyes roam over her body.

  BM shook his head. “A’ight. You good,” he said, pulling Neda back to his side and whispering in her ear. “I’ma head back to see my grandson. You coming with me?”

  Neda smiled lovingly and shrugged her left shoulder. “Do you want me to? I mean, if it’s okay with Meechi. I don’t want to intrude or anything.”

  The amount of respect she had for BM would never allow her to be anything but respectful. Though he had invited her, Neda wanted to make sure she wasn’t crossing any lines. Looking at the two interact, Meechi noticed the gleaming look of love and peace on his pops’ face and was happy for him. He didn’t know what it felt like to lose a spouse, but he had experienced a feeling close enough when Erica left him. Anything, especially a good woman who could care for his pops, pray over his life, and keep him youthful, was good in Meechi’s book.

  “You can come back. I ain’t tripping.” Meechi gave her a reassuring smile, and Sen smacked his lips. “What now, nigga?”

  “Shit, we don’t get to come back? I’m trying to see cuz’ too.”

  “Does he look like you or Erica?” Kamryn, Meechi’s younger sister, asked.

  Shaking his head, Meechi just waved for them all to come on. He didn’t have time to answer all their questions. He was ready to get back to his little man more than they were. Walking back into the room, Lil Meechi was snuggled up against Erica’s chest, and s
he smiled when they all walked inside.

  “Where’s my baby?” she asked, looking for Daiya.

  “Mommy!” Daiya squealed, bursting through the room. She had gone to the restroom with Olivia, and was anxious to see her mother. Struggling to climb on the bed, Meechi picked her up and kissed her cheek.

  “Be careful. Mommy is sore,” he told her, and Daiya scrunched her face up.

  Peeking, she leaned forward and poked Lil Meechi’s nose. “He’s a baby.”

  Erica nodded her head. “He is. This is your brother, Damitri.”

  Daiya was mesmerized by her little brother. Handing Meechi the doll she had in her hand, she leaned back on the bed and held her arms out. She was used to holding baby Ra, so she knew what to do. Chuckling, Meechi looked at Erica and the room was chuckling at how much of a diva she was, making her daddy hold her doll and purse.

  “Can I hold him?” she asked, displaying her mannerisms. Erica smiled and lifted him up and placed him securely in her arms.

  Adjusting her arm, Erica helped her hold him properly, as everyone snapped pictures. Daiya assessed his features and looked up at Meechi. “Daddy, he looks just like you.”

  “I know Dai. You excited to be a big sister?”

  Her face frowned immediately and her arm slipped from under his head, trying to hand him back to Erica. Jumping, Meechi hurriedly caught his head, while Sen and the girls laughed.

  “No. I don’t want to share,” she pouted, arms crossed over her chest and lips poked out.

  “Don’t get a spanking in front of all these people little girl,” Olivia said, and Daiya dropped her arms in a quickness.

  Erica looked at Meechi and shook her head. It was his fault she was spoiled rotten. Sen’s too. They would let her get away with murder if possible. Before Lil Meechi was removed from Daiya’s lap, she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead and whispered in his ear but loud enough for those close enough to hear.

  “I guess I can share with you because you’re cute like my baby dolls.”

  Erica snickered and picked Lil Meechi up. “Ya’ll better wash your hands before touching my baby. Hey, Neda and BM.” She gave them a wave, and BM stepped forward after washing his hands.