My Baby Is A West Coast King 4

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Ish!” I called out, trying to wake him but not the baby. “Ish!” I called out again, this time throwing some little booklet near my bed at him.

  “Fuck is wrong with you?” He picked his head up and straightened his body to look at me. His bushy eyebrows dipped in between his hooded brown eyes, and his sexy smooth brown skin was a little flushed.

  “I’m hungry.”

  Throwing his head back and using his hands to cover his face, he dropped them soon after and rose to his feet, towering over every damn thing in the room except the mounted television. I got a whiff of his sexy cologne as he stretched his long muscular arms, and then made his way closer to me.

  “What you want?”

  “I don’t know. Something with cheese or good ass sauce! Or both!”

  “For real, Kady? You can’t pick some shit?”

  “Nooo, just find something like what I said. Google it!”

  “It’s a Friday’s down Hawthorne Boulevard. You want that cheesy chicken shit? I can ask them to put some cups of sauce in the bag.”

  “Oooh yeah! See baby I knew you could figure it out.”

  Leaning down to kiss me he said, “Always,” before slipping his hands into his sweat suit pockets, checking on our baby, and then leaving.

  As soon as the door closed behind him, I fell back against the pillow, mind still going one thousand miles a second. I didn’t know how to bring up what I wanted to tell him without sounding like some overbearing bitch. Granted it’d been too long, but I spent more time with Nuzi who wasn’t half the man Ishmael was. So, shoot, how could I come to him with ultimatums when I let a scrub like Nuzi lead me on for longer? Not to mention I wanted a man to marry me because he wanted to, not to shut me up or keep me around.

  About ten minutes later Ishaun woke up, so the nurse had me breast-feed him which was the worst experience ever. Who knew such a small thing could cause so much pain? I didn’t know if I could do that shit again, so homeboy may have to get on the bottle ASAP.

  I’d dozed off, but woke up to Ishmael kissing my forehead with his soft lips. He brought the tray table around, and then set my food out for me, before going to look into our son’s clear crib that he was lying in.

  “He looks so fragile. Shit he is fragile. I don’t wanna hold him again yet.” He laughed, scratching his head lightly before tossing his hood back on. “You did good, Kady.”

  “We did good,” I replied.

  “Yeah.”

  He came and sat down in the chair next to my bed, and then began removing whatever he got from the bag. I was going to question him then, but I just decided that today had, had enough going on already. And I wanted to enjoy my son’s birth date.

  ***

  A couple days after…

  “Enjoy him being in the sleep all day stage.” Laine smiled at me as she held my son in her arms.

  We were in the den of Ishmael’s and my condo, watching some television. She wanted to see the baby badly, and I was bored as hell since I couldn’t work, so it was a win-win for us both. I couldn’t wait to be able to take pictures again. And since I was naturally really small, my stomach was back flat already which surprised me. Laine’s seemed to go down quickly too, but I remember it being about three weeks and not a few days like me.

  “Oh, I know and I will. I remember when Lanai came out of that stage and you were about to rip your hair out.”

  “Yes, but now that she’s two it’s a little better. She can understand English so if I threaten to whoop her little ass or get her daddy, she’ll usually relax. Usually.”

  We chuckled together as she placed Ishaun on his little circle bed I’d created.

  “Are you prepared for the new baby though?”

  On our last girl’s day, Erynne got Laine to tell us all that she was pregnant. We were so excited for her, but more for Mischief because we knew he’d been trying to get another kid lately.

  “Yeah. I mean I was so stressed with Lanai because it was new to me and I was worried that if I did one little thing wrong she was gonna die. And then her crazy daddy would kill my ass too.” We both burst into laughter. “But now I know way more so I’m fine.”

  “Hmm, that’s good.”

  “You okay?” She rubbed my thigh.

  “Be honest with me when I ask you your opinion on this okay?” She nodded so I continued. “Is it me or are Ishmael and I moving like tortoises?”

  Chuckling, she replied, “You guys had a baby a couple days ago, so no. Do you mean like as far as your relationship status?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I mean everyone moves at their own pace. If you guys both feel like being boyfriend and girlfriend only is the right thing, then that’s okay. There is no time limit. But if you’re feeling like you’re ready for more, then you should say something.”

  “You don’t think it’s being pushy? I mean like, shouldn’t he be able to tell himself that it’s time to move to the next step.”

  “Hell no! Niggas are dumb as fuck, Kady. They don’t know shit until you tell their asses outright.”

  “But see, I don’t want to have to talk to him about anything. You didn’t have to talk to Mischief, he just asked you to marry him.”

  “True but when I first met him I had to talk to him about even getting into a relationship. If it were up to him, we would probably just now be becoming boyfriend and girlfriend.”

  “Seriously? When I first met him at that party for Zaelyn, he seemed pretty territorial over you like you were his already.”

  “Yeah, I was his but he wasn’t mine. And see if I just sat there and waited for him to figure it out and make a move, we probably wouldn’t have gotten this far. Sometimes they need a little push in the right direction and then they can drive the rest of the way. Niggas really aren’t as smart as us, so where as we can take hints, they can’t. You could sit an engagement ring in the middle of the bed and Ishmael probably still wouldn’t get what you were trying to say.”

  Giggling lowly, I shook my head. I guess she was right. Her stepping to Mischief years ago got him to get it together on his own down the line. So maybe if I just came right out to Ishmael about it, things would go my way without me puppeteering necessarily.

  Laine and I relaxed for a couple more hours, and just as she was slipping her shoes back on, Mischief called her.

  “Where you at?” He cut her off as soon as she said ‘hello’, which made me snicker.

  “I’m with Kady, Shai. Is something wrong?”

  “Yeah, you told me you were gonna be home by 4 p.m., Laine. I walked into the bedroom, dick on swole and ready to stretch you, only to see—”

  She quickly took him off speakerphone as I doubled over in laughter. That nigga really sounded upset too.

  I don’t know why she thought she could put a nigga like him on speakerphone. I wouldn’t put any of them Benjamin niggas on speakerphone; Ishmael either. They were too reckless with their mouths and didn’t see anything wrong with it, especially Kordell and Mischief.

  “Yeah. Okay. I’m on my way now. Yes. No. Oh my gosh, bye boy!” she hung up quickly. I’d faintly heard him ask what kind of panties she had on, and judging by her response and facial expression, I was right. “Something is wrong with him.” She finished tying her shoe.

  “Do you need me to send a wheelchair service for you tomorrow?” I cheesed.

  “Nope. He ain’t getting no pussy tonight.”

  “Bitch, you’re lying like hell. I can see it all in your nasty ass face. That’s why your ass tied that shoe so damn quickly.”

  We both giggled and then embraced before I walked her to the door.

  Just as she left, I saw Ishmael’s truck pulling into the driveway. I wasn’t gonna talk to him tonight though because I needed to have my words together, then practice on my friends to make sure it was perfect. This shit was like life or death to me.

  Chapter Four: Kordell

  It was a little after 4 p.m. in the evening, and I was in the den getting high o
ff my ass. I had an appearance to do tonight with my brothers, and anytime I had an appearance I liked to relax and get high as hell since it was lax work. I even had my chill fit on; boxers, black basketball shorts, black calf socks, and red corduroy slippers. A nigga even had his dreads piled up so they wouldn’t get in the way of me toking.

  I bobbed my head slowly to the O.T Genasis CD I had playing a little loudly, as I tried my hardest to pay attention to the basketball game playing on TV. Just as I let my head fall back, my phone started to ring so I patted the couch looking for it. I saw it was Cassie, so I quickly answered, turning my music off and trying to keep my mood in tact so she wouldn’t suspect anything. I was supposed to be keeping an eye on that teacher bitch and Melody, but shit they looked to be doing aight so I bounced and went to another room.

  “What’s up, beautiful?” I picked up the phone.

  “Are you high?”

  “Hell no! Why would I be getting high when I’m supposed to be watching Melody and Casey Anthony.”

  “Casey Anthony? Kordell, when are you gonna realize that she’s a sweet girl? Maybe if you got to know her, you’d stop being so damn paranoid.”

  “I don’t wanna get to know her.”

  “I’m starting to think that maybe you have a little crush and you just don’t want to face it,” she giggled because she knew it was bullshit.

  I mocked her stupid ass laugh before saying, “I ain’t got a crush on shit, especially not on a bitch that walks all funny like she do.”

  “She does not!”

  Whenever Cassie screeched like that it meant she knew exactly what I was talking about. She’d seen the way that hoe walked, like she was a damn toddler just starting out. Every time I saw her move, I thought of that song Frosty the Snowman used to sing when the little kids that built him were trying to teach his ass how to walk.

  “Yeah she does. She walks like she don’ had one too many dicks up in that puss. Trust me I know that walk. All the hoes in high school had it. I used to only fuck with bitches that walked like that because it was a for sure fuck.”

  “Okay, goodbye, Kordell,” she chuckled.

  “Bye, baby. I love you.”

  “I love you too, crazy, and be nice!”

  I did what I assumed rolling my eyes was, and then hung up the phone. As I lit up my second blunt, I could see someone out the corner of my eye. Looking over slightly, I saw it was Aileen Wuornos watching me.

  “You need something?” I spoke, lungs full of smoke as I blew it out. I watched Orchid’s eyes dance all over my chest, and if I didn’t know for sure that she was a hoe, I would say she was just admiring my tattoos.

  “No. Melody is taking a little test so I wanted to give her some privacy.”

  “Privacy? What the fuck does she need privacy for? That big ass dining room y’all in? Just move the fuck down.”

  She laughed loudly as hell as she walked further into the den and sat next to me. I was funny, but a nigga wasn’t that funny. Aight, maybe I was, but she was tripping, no doubt.

  “I love your songs. I listen to them all the time, honestly.”

  “Thanks.”

  “So how long have you and Mrs. Benjamin been married? I remember when you guys first got together. It was so cute seeing you all over those Instagram blogs.” I kept my eyes on the TV and inhaled on the blunt, hoping she took a hint and kicked rocks. “You don’t have to answer that, I know it’s personal.” She exhaled heavily and I just ignored her some more, reaching for my bag of pretzels that I only ate when I got high. “You’re my favorite from the Hunnit Boyz. I mean Chaz is great too, but you’re like the best.”

  “So who you kill?” I quizzed, staring at the TV for a little bit and then turning to face her as I chomped on the pretzels.

  “What?” She laughed the question out. “I haven’t killed anyone. I haven’t even thought of killing anyone.”

  “See, now I know yo’ ass is lying. Every muthafucking body don’ thought of killing someone before.”

  “I mean my mother has gotten me pretty mad, but I didn’t really want to kill her per se.”

  “I don’t know. You got some shit to hide and I’m gon’ find out what the fuck it is and drop that shit on you when you least expect it.”

  “Kordell, why do you dislike me so much? I’m honestly just trying to help your daughter. I mean your stepdaughter.”

  “What the fuck you say?” I almost got a crook in my neck because of how quickly I turned my head to look at her.

  “I’m so—”

  “Nah, repeat what the fuck you just said.”

  I was fuming and feeding off the fear in her fucking eyes. I wanted to backhand this bitch using every piece of strength I had, but I knew if I did her ass would be dead.

  “I just thought that Melody was—”

  “Let me tell you something, baby girl; Melody is my fucking child. She ain’t my step kid, not my adoptive kid, none of that bullshit traveling through yo’ fucking head. Don’t you ever in yo’ life say what the fuck you just said to me because I swear to God next time I’ll deck yo’ stupid ass and pray that you try to tell. Now get up outta my fucking face before I give yo’ ass the early bird special of that threat you bitch.”

  “I—”

  “Get out!” I threw a pretzel in her face and it hit her right in the eye. She quickly hopped up and high tailed it out the den, not even looking back.

  Bitch knew damn well that what she’d said was inappropriate. I didn’t know what her motive was coming at me like that, but she’d better slow her muthafucking roll before I give her an Ike Turner style ass whooping. Have her chanting ‘nam myoho renge kyo’ in the mirror.

  About fifteen more minutes passed before Cassie came and saw that bitch off. By that time, I decided to get in the shower, and since Melody was watching TV and KJ was knocked the fuck out, I wanted Cassie to get in with me.

  “Look at you,” I said, walking into the foyer. I slipped my hands down the front of my basketball shorts for warmth, as I watched Cassie walk by me with that fucking walk that had me on it from day one.

  “Like what you see?” she smiled, going up a few of the stairs so I could get a glimpse up the back of her sexy legs.

  “I love what I see.”

  Like a little dog my ass was following her, and once I caught up to her on the stairs, I picked her up from behind and carried her into the bedroom. I placed kisses down the side of her pretty ass face, and inhaled the sweet ass scent of her perfume on her neck. Placing her to her feet in the bathroom, I spanked and gripped her ass before going to turn the shower on.

  “I wish you could come with me tonight. I ain’t in the mood to club at all.”

  “What are you in the mood for?” She took her hair down and began untying her dress slowly. I was on edge waiting for it to open. “Kordell.”

  “Huh?”

  “What are you in the mood for? I thought you liked the club, or at least you used to.”

  “I do, but not tonight. I’m trying to slide up in something warm and stay there for a little bit.”

  Smiling and removing her bra and panties she said, “Well come on then.”

  I quickly undressed and hopped my ass in right behind her.

  After fucking Cassie until she could barely stand on her own, I washed her down and then cleaned myself. Once she gained some composure, she was able to dry herself off and wrap her body in a robe. I was so busy watching her that I was now running late and I knew Chaz would be on my head. Mischief wouldn’t care because he wanted a muthafucka to say some shit to him about being late. Nigga took any chance he could to act a damn fool.

  “Stay up for me if you can, aight?” I asked Cassie as I held onto the doorknob.

  She was in the bed already wearing them sexy ass silk pajamas I loved. The bedroom light was off, but the TV lit up the room just enough so that I could see her beautiful ass face, sexy body, and supple skin.

  “I will try. Just dip out as early as you can. And I promise I w
ill come next time okay? It’s just tonight I have to make sure the babies are—”

  “No need to explain, baby. I’ll be back in a little bit.”

  I made my way over to her to kiss her soft lips a couple times before she nodded to say ‘okay’. I had a mind to put her on to what that hoe Orchid said to me, but I didn’t want Cassie having that shit in her mind.

  I know it was weird to do, but I didn’t like anybody speaking of Melody like she belonged to another nigga. My brothers knew that shit and anybody else I fucked with knew the deal. Melody was my baby, and shit in my world Miles didn’t fucking exist.

  I met up with my brothers at this crib in West Hollywood that we used to throw parties at occasionally. It was a nice ass four-bedroom spot with a pool in the back and everything; perfect place to host shit, without letting every muthafucka know where we lived.

  “You smoking tonight?” Ishmael asked as we waited for Brick and his people to pick us up in the all-black Escalade.

  “Nah I don’ got high as fuck already. Got some pussy after too, so I’m good,” I declined.

  “You know I’m getting lifted,” Mischief replied, taking a lighter to the tip of the blunt before inhaling. I wasn’t even sure if I knew what he was like sober. Nigga stayed high as hell.

  Chaz and Ishmael lit theirs too, and after smoking for a few, Brick finally pulled up. We loaded up into the car, and finished off two bottles of champagne during the ride over. By the time we got to this new club call 24 Karats, we were on some other shit.

  Security from the club escorted us inside as the people waiting in line yelled loudly as fuck. I was still a bit high, and a little twisted form the champagne so that shit was giving me a fucking headache. By the time we made it to our VIP area, I plopped down on the smooth velvet couch and let my head fall back.

  “Nigga can’t hang like he used to,” Ishmael joked, making me flick his stupid ass off.

  “Nah, nigga, I can hang, just like my nuts that you steady got in ya mouth,” I replied, making the two hostesses, and my brothers laugh. Ishmael just shook his head at me with a smirk.