Mesmerized By A Street King- A Valentine's Day Novella

by Belleza

  With the newborn princess Zayla, it left Zay’d, and I surrounded by women. My baby boy was pretty chill like Za’naa. He was the calm in the chaos of the household. Baby boy never cried and wanted to be with me all the time. Za’naa was my heart, but there was nothing like having a son that was stuck to you like glue. I was amazed at the fact that he accepted there were things and people that had to unfortunately come before him. When Zayla would get into her crying fits he was front in center with her pacifier. If I had to change her, he was helping me get the diapers and wipes ready. My boy was amazing and smart as hell. I didn’t think a toddler would be able to adjust to a new baby as fast as he did. God was looking out because he knew I needed all the support even if it came from a one-year-old.

  I felt bad because the majority of the time was spent looking after Zayla where it seems as if I was robbing him of his childhood because he took his big brother stage seriously. I was against daycares, but I wanted him to be around kids and have fun instead of trying to soothe his cranky baby sister, so I made the tough decision of putting him in one a few days out of the week. With Keira pretty much in her own world, it had to be done.

  After tying the knot, we learned we were expecting again. It was a lot to take in in one year, and it showed from the decline in Keira’s mental state.

  Zayla was a handful, and I should’ve spotted this from the womb. She was born a few weeks before her due date but was pretty much healthy, so she was home three days after her birth date. Little mama was determined to give us a run for our money because she didn’t like much of anything besides being held chest to chest. Especially now that she was suffering from colic, she was the crankiest baby in the world.

  With Keira pumping and breastfeeding Zay’d while she was pregnant with Zayla she overproduced, so there was an abundant supply in our deep freezer. It worked out for me because nowadays Keira didn’t want much to do with any of us. Majority of her time was spent in the bedroom where the TV would be watching her. Days she actually had her phone in her hand gave me hope she was breaking out of her little funk.

  When she was active, she was just full of anger which had me with the kids because they picked up on the energy and didn’t want anything to do with her. After feeling isolated, she got extremely sad and felt like she was pushing me into another woman's arms. It was a crazy ass cycle. She was going through a mixture of postpartum and her insecurity from me cheating. Most of my days were spent home because I was tending to the three kids. I wasn’t complaining because at the end of the day I was the man of the house. I just wanted my girl back, and I’d been through so much and had the willpower to take on anything. This was the toughest battle of all.

  “And what about Keke?”

  I expelled an exasperated breath shaking my head as I look into the screen of my iPhone. “Up and down.”

  “Baby, I know it’s tough, but it will be ok. So much had changed along with everything that happened that her body and mind needs time adjusting to it. This is all something that has to pass, and all you can do is love her through it. Let me get the kids so you and Keira can enjoy this week.”

  “I’m good, Ma,” I tried to convince her.

  “You’re not, and it’s ok not to be ok, Zayne. You’re dealing with a lot as well, and I commend you for holding it all together for my babies. I see it written all over your face and in your voice. Your behind is tired. Getting a break doesn’t make you a bad father.”

  “My main concern is making sure the kids are straight and getting Keira better.”

  “The kids are gonna be just as good as the parents are. Give me my babies and plan something nice for Valentine's day for Keira. A little loving will do y’all some good.”

  I cracked up laughing hearing that. “Too much loving got us some babies back to back.”

  “You damn right about that.”

  “Shit, Valentine's day is coming up. I ain’t even know, Asahd said something about it a few days ago, but I was barely paying him any mind.”

  “No wonder Keira is in a funk,” she jokingly said.

  “Come on now, ma. I’m romantic every day, at least I try to be when she lets me.”

  “I know, son. It’s a good idea to give it a try. The girls are planning a get-together tomorrow so while she’s out with them, you can probably think of something to set the mood.”

  “I don’t think she’ll be up for that. She hasn’t been around Camille and Natavia in so long.”

  “From what I understand, Keira agreed. Some time out the house is probably what she needs. If she wants to do it, I say let her go

  “I can’t believe she agreed to participate. She doesn’t even want to go food shopping with us.”

  “Yes, she did. Keira may be closer to getting better than what you think.”

  “Oh,” was all I had to say because while living with her I noticed when we took one step closer, we took two back, so that was hard to believe.

  Zayla began to squirm and whimper in my arms which was a subtle alarm compared to her loud cries. I had a few seconds to figure out what she wanted before she woke the entire house up.

  “Let me go handle this little girl, ma.”

  “I can get them today.”

  “Ma, no.”

  “Boy, you have an hour to get my babies together. I have everything they need here so if they’re not packed and ready to go I’m taking them from you.”

  “That’s kidnapping,” I joked, and she hung right up on me. I knew she wasn’t going to accept my decline, so I got my ass up and got Zayla together before she erupted in a fit of tears. By the time she arrived I had all three kids packed and ready to go. When Za’naa heard she was going to mom mom and pop pop’s house, she perked up right away.

  By the time I returned to the bedroom I was shocked to see Keira sitting up in the bed. Before the kids left, I came to the room with them so they could say bye, but she was fast asleep.

  “You’re up. The kids just left with Shirley. She wanted to check in on you and let them say bye.”

  “She must know you need a break.”

  I walked further into the room and laid across the bed with my head in her lap. I closed my eyes as Keira’s fingertips massaged my head. I can’t remember the last time I felt my wife’s affectionate touch. It may sound soft, but as of late we’ve been roommates. I did everything when it came to our household because she sort of checked out. I was lucky if she was up for nursing Zayla. Her doctor recommended anti-depressant medicine, but I declined that right away. For one, it did more harm than good and for two whatever she put in her body transferred to my breastfed children. I wasn’t with that shit. I was going to do whatever it took to make sure my woman was straight without medicine.

  “I don’t need a break. I’m good. I need you. I need to make sure you’re good.”

  Keira looked down at me, and I was excited just to see a smile on her face. “I’m better.”

  She wasn’t 100%, but the major step of change was speaking what you wanted into existence.

  “That’s all that matters, love.”

  “I’m trying Zayne. I really am. I just can’t control these emotions where I feel like I’m not good enough. So I gave up.” Her breathing skipped as her tears pooled in her eyes. I got up right away, and she quickly brought her hands up to her face and wiped them away.

  When I was up and facing her, I took her head in my hands and pressed my lips to hers.

  “You’re enough. You’ve always been, Ke. Just like you said I needed a break, you needed one. Don’t feel bad because yours was longer than expected. We’re going to get through this.”

  “But what if…”

  “It’s not going happen,” I cut her off knowing her what if was about cheating. The situation that occurred was just a weak ass moment in one of the toughest times of our lives. I suffered, and I learned from my mistake.

  I was leaving no room for error with us. Keira was who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I made that clear wh
en I gave her my last name, so I wasn’t going to fuck that up. Majority of the weight when it came to the streets was put on Asahd due to the fact I had to be home. I don’t know how he did it because he had his issues at home as well, but he didn’t complain because he knew my situation was deep as hell.

  “I love you so much, Ke. You know this. I’m going to do whatever it takes to build our family and us back up. I put my life on it,” I assured her pressing my lips on hers again. Words didn’t speak as loud as actions, but in my case, both were solid as fuck. I turned into a house husband in a way, and I was completely fine with that.

  Holding Keira in my arms, I could feel the tension in her body disappear as she got more comfortable in my arms.

  “I heard about the get-together tomorrow. I guess it was perfect timing for Shirley to come get the kids.”

  “Yeah, Natavia felt like it’s been a while since we’ve been around each other. It’s all my fault for being in such a terrible mood. It’s time for me to get out and have some fun.”

  “It ain’t all on you. Natavia got her catering business, and Mill is back working at the school. Everyone is busy with their family lives. That’s first.”

  “Uhum,” she mumbled. I knew she was thinking about how detached she was from our family life, so again, I held her close and kissed the side of her face. “Why y’all want to go out so close to Valentine’s Day anyway?”

  “So you remembered?” Keira looked up at me with a smirk on her pretty face.

  “You want the truth or a lie?” I asked back, and she erupted in laughter making me laugh too.

  “You’re a whole mess!” she laughed.

  “Man, I got this. I’ll make sure your Valentine’s Day is special.”

  Keira puckered her lips for a kiss. Our lips met, and she got back comfortable in my arms.

  “I have your heart; I don’t think there’s anything else in this world you can give me.”

  Johan

  “I thought this was a one day get-together? Besides y’all don’t need to be doing all that drinking with the way Keira have been feeling.”

  Natavia looked over her shoulder at me with a smirk on her face.

  “She said she was fine, and I believe her, babe. She’s been texting us in the group chat about us coming together for days now.”

  “It’s not that simple. I’m all for y’all having fun, but what she’s going through is very real so don’t push her too much.”

  “Well, what is Zayne saying? Is she getting better?”

  “Nothing major. She has her good days and bad days. I don’t think he can gauge it since there’s no consistency in the way she feels.”

  “I’m sure a night with the girls will make her feel better. All she will need is love and a little fun.”

  “And wine,” I sarcastically responded making her roll her eyes.

  I took my eyes off the cart full of wine and vodka she had that was supposed to be for their party of three and focused on her thick body. I loved every inch of Natavia in and out. The past year she’s been going hard to get fit along with me, and it’s been paying off.

  It didn’t make me any difference because I loved her just the way she was. In a world full of plastic surgery, pills and waist trainers I admired every dip and curve of my beautiful wife.

  While Zane and Keira had a wedding just as big as Asahd and Camille’s, Natavia and I went to the justice of the peace with our family followed by a huge reception to celebrate our union. I was all for having a big wedding as well, but Natavia assured me it wasn’t necessary. I saw why because she went all out for the reception which was a few months ago.

  She got a dress designed a few sizes smaller than what she was which was her push to get fit for when we signed the dotted line. I pushed her hard in our home gym. Some days she woke up earlier than me showing her determination which led her to getting smaller than what she planned.

  Me personally, I didn’t want my woman skinny. I was too big of a man to deal with anything less than what she currently was now.

  Stepping in closer to her, I circled my arms around her waist and placed my hand on her stomach kissing her cheek. I knew she wanted washboard abs, so there was still a little insecurity when it came to her stomach area.

  “The way I’m feeling right now, I’m about to say fuck this get together.”

  I continued to place kisses from her cheek down to her neck. She moved her head to the side inviting me to her spot before she wiggled out of my embrace.

  “Oh, no sir. We gotta pay for this. You’re not about to have me half-assing my girls night.”

  I laughed and glanced at the time on my Cartier watch. “We should be getting the boys anyway.”

  “Nope, Ern is getting them from school. I spoke with Shirley, and they want to keep the kids so we can enjoy the rest of our week. Shirley got Zayne’s kids and Asia while Ern picked up the boys.”

  “That’s eight goddamn kids to take care of.”

  She laughed. “Same thing I said, but at this rate with four boys I learned not to ask questions when the grandparents agree to take them all in. I love them, but it’s nice to have a little break.”

  “I think I can still put you to work though.”

  A grin spread on my face, and Natavia tried her hardest not to smirk as well because she knew what was on my mind. Raising four boys, successful clubs spread throughout in the country, and a wife whose grind was just as hard as mine time spent solely on us was far and few.

  Don’t get me wrong we were doing well. Open communication kept us at 100%. We both understood we had businesses and a family to look after so our time spent was mainly at home once the kids were in bed we would cuddle up watching movies and talking until we fell asleep.

  I was a simple ass man. There wasn’t much I needed. I came home to my beautiful wife, a cooked meal and my boys. That was all I needed.

  “That means I have you for Valentine’s Day?” I more so asked. I had a few things in mind but been meaning to see what her schedule looked like.

  “Oh yeah! The restaurant will be full to capacity from reservations, and the catering department have deliveries all night, so there’s a chance I will be home a little later. Did you have anything planned?” Natavia stopped her wine browsing to look me in my face probably expecting disappointment.

  “Of course I do, but with the kids gone, we have every day this week to celebrate,” I reminded her tapping her on her ass. By now I was horny as fuck and ready to take advantage of all the free time we had. “Now hurry up so I can we can start enjoying this little break.”

  ***

  “Damn… Johan… slow down baby,” she panted.

  Fuck!

  The sound of her sweet ass voice was a trigger for me to spray her tunnel with my seeds. Trying my best to block her out, I kept going thinking about everything that stopped me from cumming.

  I felt her hand pushing back on my stomach, breaking me out of my trance. I slapped her hand away.

  “We not about to do that. You gonna take this dick.”

  Just as I told her, She went flat on her stomach. I gripped her waist to lifting her back, so her juicy ass bounced off my pelvis. Bearing down on my teeth, I watched lustfully as her ass bounced back and forth off me; I had to momentarily shut my eyes and pep talk myself not to cum.

  People downplayed a full figured woman, but if you ain’t never had one, you will never know what the hype was about.

  The sight was beautiful. The way Natavia called out my name was like music to my ears. Between the shit she said and the feel of her body it had me going crazy.

  I was a loving man. The sight can be intimidating since my body was built and defined but the way I loved on Natavia one would think I was just a big teddy bear. Addicted was an understatement. I’m always hugging and kissing on her and reminding her how much she meant to me. Valentine’s Day wasn’t a big deal to us because I showed her how special she was to me every day. Cards, flowers, a glass of wine while I took over
dinner, running her bath, getting up in the morning to make her breakfast were the little things that meant the most to her that I fulfilled.

  She was the epitome of lady in the streets and freak in the sheets. Behind closed doors, we got it in. I thought her different techniques when it came to stretching that it put any dancer I had in my clubs to shame. Natavia wasn’t lazy by any means and enjoyed taking control which made our sex life ten times more interesting. Right now it was all about her, and I was making sure she came until she tapped out. It was tough as fuck because I felt like I was going to explode any minute.

  Natavia released another moan, gripping a handful of our soft cotton sheets in her hand. I continued to deliver deep, firm strokes knowing she was about to orgasm again from the way she was yelling out now and clawing at the bed.

  Glancing down, she coated my dick again, and I decided to finally let mine go as well. Releasing her, Natavia fell into the mattress breathing heavily showing how exhausted she was. You ain’t need a work out when you had sex like us.

  Rolling over on my back, I attempted to catch my breath as well ready to go again. I looked at my semi-erect dick and back at Natavia’s ass and felt myself growing again.

  “You’re not tired?!” she questioned me moving my hand away.

  “Yeah but the feeling you give me trumps that. You know it takes a while for me to pass out.”

  Natavia groaned probably thinking about the one of many days and nights we had sex and she was left sore for a few days. “Fucking around with you, I won’t be walking.”

  I pulled her to me so that she was laying on my chest. I kissed her forehead and gazed at the platinum princess cut diamond tennis bracelet on her wrist. It was her first present for her Valentines Day week and the smile on her face confirmed it was an excellent way to kick off the romantic holiday.

  “I love this, baby.”

  “I do too. I almost want to go get me one,” I joked making her cut her eye at me before we both erupted in laughter. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her delicate skin.