by Heiress
“Yes! Oh, my God! Yes! Yes!” she screamed, jumping and down. I slipped the rock on her finger and stood to my feet. As we embraced and kissed each with passion, the crowd cheered for us. “I love you so much, Compton. I can’t wait to be your wife,” she whispered in my mouth.
“I can’t wait either, Mo’. I love you girl,” I confessed. There. It was finally done. I finally did it. A new chapter in my life was about to begin, and a nigga was both anxious and nervous. All I knew is that we were gone be together forever. No matter what.
That day was the happiest day of my life. I thought I was gone get that feeling back when we got together, but it had yet to happen. When I pulled up to my crib, I noticed that Mo’s ass was already home. I couldn’t wait to see what her lie was gone be. When I opened the door, it was dead silent.
“Mo’!” I called out to her.
I could hear her footsteps walking down the hall. “Compton before you go off, I have a perfectly good explanation on why I kept dancing,” she started, walking up to me.
“Oh, this some shit I got to hear,” I said, taking a seat on the couch. “Gone head and lie.”
“I’m not going to lie, Compton. I’ll be honest and say that I admit that I like stripping. This dancing shit made me feel wanted by men when you rejected me. I was wrong for doing it behind your back, and I’m sorry. I understand you don’t want me to dance, but it’s what I want to do, and I’m gone do it,” she expressed.
I glared this woman in her eye sockets and tried my hardest to find the women I once loved. But I was disappointed. She was no longer there, and I needed to accept that shit. “Look, Mo’, I appreciate the honesty but you gone have to do something else,” I told her.
“Like what?”
“What you mean like what? Go back to school for nursing or some shit. You can even go to school for business and then own ya’ own club. Do something other than dance.”
“First of all, since when did you want a bitch to work? If I remember correctly, all I had to do was fuck you and cook,” she sassed.
“Ya’ ass don’t even do that. You fucking me, but I haven’t had a hot meal since you been living here,” I pointed out. I missed when Cali used to wake up and make a nigga breakfast and when I got home, she had dinner ready. That shit turned me on, and I used to fuck her ass right there in the kitchen.
Damn I miss that girl
Don’t think it was jealousy when I saw her with her new nigga. His ass looks like some gay ass RnB singer with them tight ass jeans on. He ain’t got shit on me. But a nigga did underestimate Cali’s willpower to move on. I ain’t gone lie; I thought she was gone be stuck on a nigga for a minute. At least until the baby came, but I was wrong. She was moving on, and I was staying still stuck as fuck with Mo’s ass.
Shaking my head at my own thoughts, I let out a light chuckle. “Damn I fucked up big time,” I mumbled.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Monique quizzed, stepping towards me with one hand planted on her hips.
Standing to my feet, I stared her in her eyes once again hoping to find what I thought I lost. Still nothing. “I fucked up when I chose you over, Cali,” I finally spoke up. Her lips began to tremble, and her eyes became watery. I knew she was about to be hurt by this, but I couldn’t do this shit no more. I had to man up and be honest about my feelings for once.
“You don’t mean that,” she uttered in a soft tone, shaking her head.
“Mo’ I do mean it. I got back with you because I thought I owed it to you to try and make us work. I thought I could somehow fix the shit I fucked up, but I can’t do that. You changed Mo’. You not the same bitch from back in the day. I don’t want what you are offering honestly, and I don’t know how to say this shit any nicer,” I expressed.
The look on her face displayed both confusion and hurt. This was not easy, but it had to be done. Monique was no longer the love of my life, and we both had to accept that. “I know damn well you’re not breaking up with me? I know you’re not pushing me back to square one? Compton, you haven’t even given us a chance,” she barked, with tears falling down her eyes.
“Mo’, I don’t want to be with no stripper. You know I ain’t got nothing against y’all, but I don’t want my bitch doing it. We done grew apart Mo’, and I know you see that shit,” I shot back.
“No! No, Compton, I don’t see it! I see that were still meant to be together. It’s always been us, and you know that. Why are you doing this to me again!” she cried, hitting me in my chest repeatedly. I allowed her to put her hands on me because I knew how bad I was hurting her. I knew it, but staying with her when I knew I didn’t love her would have hurt her even more. I know it would have.
“I know I’m hurting you Mo’, but you know I’m always one hunnid. I can’t stay in this shit knowing I don’t love ya’ ass no more. You meant the world to me at one point and you gone always have a piece of my heart,” I told her.
“I don’t want a piece of it, Compton. I want it all! That bitch doesn’t deserve you!” she cried.
“Nah, you don’t deserve me. You deserve a nigga better than me, Mo’. To be honest, I don’t even blame ya’ ass no more for cheating on me. I deserved that shit. I deserved for you to go out and fuck another nigga. That shit hurt me. But because of that, I felt how you had been feeling the whole time we were together. A nigga got a dose of his own medicine and that bitch Karma still not done with me,” I spoke from the heart.
“I got back with you because I knew that with you, I could still have my cake and eat it too. We only been back together for some months and I already had other bitches in the bed. It’s gone be a repeated cycle with me until I fix some shit I got going on within myself. It ain’t even about you. You a good woman, Mo’ but I ain’t a good nigga. I’m gone hurt you again and I ain’t tryin’ to do that shit twice.”
I couldn’t have spoken more from the heart if I wanted to. I realized some real shit about myself, and it was tough. So many niggas out here doing the same shit I’m doing, but they don’t give a shit. They could give two fucks about the bitch they hurting. Here I was actually giving a fuck. If I could, I would go back to being that type of nigga because this feeling convicted shit wasn’t cool. Felt like a fucking female with all these damn emotions.
Monique finally lifted her head up and looked me in my eyes. “I’m not even mad at you. I’m mad at my damn self for believing that I could have you back and everything go back to normal. I was dumb, but never again,” she said, pushing me away from her. “Never again will I play the fool for you. You think, Karma’s a bitch, just wait to you meet her sister. That bitch is going to fuck your entire life up,” she threatened, walking away from me.
“Mo’ listen, I told you-,” I was saying, but the door slamming in my face cut me off. Drawing back my hand, I punched my front door repeatedly in anger.
“SHIT MAN! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” I cursed over and over. Maybe I needed to stop being so fucking honest. Like I said, I didn’t want to hurt Mo’ again, but maybe I should have figured out what the fuck I wanted before I agreed to be back with her. I was still fucking other bitches. I was still doing my shit in the street, and Cali stayed on my mind 25/8. I don’t know if I wanted to be with her, but I did know that I had some shit to think about. Especially before my daughter got here. The last thing I needed was her being born into some confusion.
CHAPTER 17
CALI: BABY SHOWER DRAMA
Today was my baby shower, and I couldn’t wait for this day to be over. I had been in pain all day with these damn Braxton Hicks’ contractions. Everybody was in my face asking me questions and being all nice, and it was getting on my nerves. Compton was pissing me off because he hadn’t shown up yet and I had a bone to pick with him. I still haven’t heard from Sean, and I was worried as hell. On top of all this, Tre’ and I have been arguing and not seeing eye to eye for the past month.
“Tre’ how many times do I have to explain it? Compton and I are not having sex. I haven’t laid wit
h his ass since I found out I was pregnant,” I lied. Now was not the time to be honest because he was livid. He kept accusing me of fucking Compton because his dumb ass told him we were. I swear I couldn’t wait to chew him out.
“Then why is he running around saying it? Cali, I understand the circumstance between you two and that makes me believe that he’s not lying. I want this to work but, Cali you’re going to have to give me something to secure-,”
“I’m going to ask, Compton for a divorce,” I blurted out. I had been thinking about this hard and long, and I made it up in my mind that I need to cut my ties with Compton. Despite how I felt about him, this path was chosen for us to be together. We never wanted it so why bother staying together?
“Seriously? When did you decide this?” he quizzed, lowering his voice. I was glad because he had been yelling at me for the past fifteen minutes.
“A while ago. I just hadn’t made up my mind, but it’s made up. I want to be with you and only you. You make me feel so beautiful and wanted, and that’s all I ever wanted,” I confessed, grabbing his hands in mine. I enjoyed every moment with Tre’. He was the sweetest and so caring, and that was the type of man I wanted to be with. Not Compton.
“Wow. Cali, that’s deep. I wasn’t expecting you to do that since I know the history between you two. This is a big step, and though it feels good you’re doing it, are you ready?”
“I’m ready to move on, and if that means divorcing him, then I will do it. I’ll do it for us,” I responded. Without another word, Tre’ stepped towards me and placed a sweet kiss on my lips. That kiss sealed the deal. He was the one.
“I guess I’m gone be like a step daddy right?” He smiled, rubbing my stomach.
“I guess so. But that’s only if you want to be. She already has a father, but I would love for you to be there for her. Two daddies are better than one.”
“So if I’m her daddy, who gone be yours?” he flirted, grabbing a chunk of my ass in his hands. I giggled at his touch as we embraced in another kiss. We were about to go further until my bedroom door opened.
“Cali if you don’t get your ass out here and open these damn presents. Compton is finally here, and it’s hot as hell. Got me sweating out my edges and shit” Momma Banks spat as she barged into the room.
“Sorry, Mrs. Banks. We were having a discussion and it I got a little carried away,” Tre’ apologized.
“Mmmhm,” she hummed, turning up her nose at Tre’. Just get downstairs before my son come up here and catch y’all, and you don’t want that. That boy gone shut this whole damn shower down,” she added, turning around to walk away. She never expressed vocally to me that she didn’t like Tre, ’ but I could tell. I think it was bittersweet though. She wanted me to be happy, but deep inside she wished it was with Compton.
“Come on, Tre’. Let’s just get this over with so everybody can get out my house. I’m hot, irritated and in pain,” I snapped, grabbing Tre’s hands and walking out of my bedroom. He rubbed my back as I walked down the stairs. When I got outside, my mood changed when I saw, Compton. It was like I get even more upset.
“you're late,” I sassed, placing my hand on one hip. He did look good as hell, but I tried to overlook that.
“Hi to ya’ cranky ass too,” he snapped, glaring down at me. “I would have been on time if, Mo’s crazy ass wouldn’t have flattened all my damn tires. It took a minute to get them fixed when you fucked them up, now I got to deal with this shit. The fuck is with you women going after a nigga’s car?” he quizzed, I’m sure rhetorically.
“We go after y’all most prized possession,” I answered.
“In that case, she should have come after you,” he responded. I fell silent because I didn’t know what to say. Compton had a way of silencing me when he said unexpected things like just now. “I broke it off with, Mo’. She’s a non-fucking factor now. This means that we can-,” his words were cut off when Tre’s started laughing.
“Something funny nigga?” Compton quizzed, stepping closer to Tre’.
“Actually there is. You. You're fucking pathetic,” Tre’ spat. My eyes bucked and my hand flew over my mouth. Tre’ wasn’t usually this rude but I guess he had enough of Compton.
“Let’s not do this today,” Momma Banks intervened.
“Nah, today is a good ass day for this shit. I want this fruity ass nigga to let me know why he fines me so fucking funny,” Compton barked. His lips were tight, and I could feel his anger.
“You funny because you clueless. You don’t know when you’ve lost. Cali is my woman now and like it or not; you will respect that.”
Compton’s tongue grazed the bottom of his lip as he grinned. “Nah, my nigga you lost. You been lost. You may think she’s yours, but you got shit all wrong. No matter what, Lil’ momma gone forever be mine. She got my ring and my baby and ain’t shit changing.”
“Oh is that right?” Tre’ hummed and then looked at me. I prayed he didn’t say anything about the divorce. The Bank’s family were all here being nosey as hell, and I didn’t need the drama. I was already irritated.
“Tre’, please don’t do this here-,”
“After Cali, has this baby, she’s filing for divorce,” he blurted. All of our guests gasped at what he just revealed. At that moment I felt like slapping him right across his face. Now was not the time or place to tell Compton. On top of that, it needed to come from me not him.
“Is this true, Cali?” Momma’s Banks quizzed with hurt in her eyes. “I finally get a daughter and a grandbaby, and you’re going to divorce him?” she added.
“Cali, I know y’all had issues but what you and my son have is priceless. Every couple goes through hardships, but this can be worked out. No offense to ya’ new nigga but he ain’t my son,” Mr. Banks contributed.
A sharp pain ran up my back and to my stomach, but I tried to ignore it. It felt like another contraction, but I was too focused on Tre’ and Compton. If looks could kill, they would both be dead from each other’s stares.
“I think that’s the point. For me to not be like him. I understand the ties you all have with, Cali but I promise I will treat her right. I will never disrespect her or cheat on her. Ever,” Tre’ tried to assure them.
“Do it look like I give a fuck,-”
“Mr. Banks be cool,” Snoop interrupted him, placing his hand on his chest. “We all just need to calm down and breathe or some shit. It’s getting heated too fast and we around fam. Ain’t no need for all this.”
“So, you trying to divorce me, Cali?” Compton finally spoke up. I dreaded looking at him because I didn’t want to see how he felt on his face. I was too young to be dealing with two men, marriage and now a baby. “Compton I was going to tell you but-ahhhh,” I softly screeched, feeling that pain again.
“But what, Cali? You ain’t want to hurt a nigga feelings? You were scared, or you just was gone spring this shit on me after my daughter was born?” he quizzed, but I couldn’t answer him. I was too busy trying not to concentrate on the pain that was going through my body. “Speak the fuck up!” he barked.
“Don’t talk to her like that,” I heard Tre’ say.
“Nigga fuck you!” Compton barked, throwing his fist into Tre’s face. Tre’ stumbled back but then he regained his balance. He charged towards Compton, knocking him to the floor. “Compton,” I whispered, holding my stomach. The pain increased, and no one was paying attention to me. They were all too busy yelling at Tre’ and Compton trying to get them to stop fighting.
“Compton,” I tried to say louder, but it was still a whisper. They were fighting like pit bulls in the streets. I felt so bad because Tre’ was no match for Compton.
Warm liquid trickled down my legs and I became weak at the knees. “Compton!” I barked, finally getting his attention.
“Cali?” he quizzed, pushing Tre’ off of him and running to my side. “Cali, baby what’s wrong? Talk to me,” he said, holding my face in his hands. He seems so sincere that I almost believed that he
had changed.
“My…my…my water,” I struggled to get out. I was feeling so light headed that I could barely stand. “It broke,” I finally got out.
“Oh, shit! Her water broke!” Compton blurted. He swooped me up in his arms and cradled me like a baby. “Ma! Pops! Let’s go!” he yelled and I could hear them yelling and running behind me. “Stay with me, lil’ momma. I got you. I will always have you,” he assured me as he placed me in the back of his car. Once I was laid down, my eyes, got heavy. I could no longer keep them open. I burning up hot and I felt so sleepy. After trying to fight to stay away, I just rested my eyes and went to sleep.
Hours later…
My eyes fluttered opened as I was finally waking up from my sleep. It was bright in the room I was in and I could barely see. My vision was blurred. The only senses that were working was my ears. I could hear a baby crying and I knew right then and there, that was my daughter. Blinking my eyes over and over again, I was determined to clean up my vision. I wanted to see her. I needed to see her.
“Compton?” I quizzed, trying to sit up in the bed. My vision got better and I was finally able to see my surroundings. I was in the hospital and I could now see The Banks, Missy and Snoop surrounding me. “Compton?” I called out again. His back was to me as he talked with the nurse. When he turned around, my entire body went numb as I laid eyes on my beautiful baby girl.
“Oh my, God,” I gasped, allowing tears to trickle down my face. “Is that her?” I asked him.
“Yea, lil’ momma. This our baby girl,” he confirmed, walking towards me. The nurse followed behind and pulled down my blanket that was covering my chest. “Okay daddy just place her on down on mommy’s chest. We want her to bond with her mommy,” the nice nurse instructed.
As soon as we were skin to ski, I cried. Never have I ever felt such strong love before in my life. It was as if I was experiencing heaven for the first time. “Awww, look at her fingers. Their so tiny,” I spoke through my tears.