We Both Cant Be Bae 3 (We Both Can't Be Bae)

by Twyla T

  Getting their attention again, “Are you done with her? She’s had enough of this shit!” Keith asked the officer, referring to Cameron.

  “I think we have all we need from her for now,” the officer replied. Keith wanted to get his bae away from all of the mess and the horrific scene she just witnessed. Picking her up and carrying her to his car, Keith buckled Cameron in the passenger’s seat and kissed her on the forehead before getting in the driver’s seat and pulling away. The rest of the Miller family stood in the backyard absolutely stunned at the events that occurred and recognized that their nightmare had finally ended. Malcolm had met his demise without them having to put their plan in action.

  “Well, JUSTICE has been served, and it couldn’t have happened to a better person,” Mr. Miller said quietly.

  EPILOGUE

  One Year Later

  Balancing a new baby and returning back to school, along with being in a new place, had been difficult, but Cameron was managing it quite well. It was a blessing not to have to work a nine to five at the moment, but once she finished up with school, she would be ready to hit the work force. Her dream of becoming a lawyer had changed; she was now taking up criminal justice and she was absolutely loved the classes. Sitting in the backyard under the gazebo, Cameron was watching Kingston play with his baby sister, Kendra, in their little play area.

  “You need anything baby?” Keith asked when he walked out.

  “Just need you to come give me a hug and a kiss,” she replied sweetly.

  “You ain’t said nothing but a word,” he replied, as he came and granted her wishes.

  After all of the madness had died down and Keith’s divorce was finalized, he asked Cameron to marry him and move to Texas with him. She was hesitant at first, not wanting to rush anything, but when he found out that she was pregnant, he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Another DNA test was administered to prove Kingston’s paternity after all of the confusion that had taken place. Much to the Miller’s and Edward’s delight, the new results undoubtedly concluded that Kingston was Keith’s son, and he was beyond elated. They quickly changed the birth certificate to remove Malcolm as the father and added Keith’s name instead. Kingston now referred to Keith as “dad”, but sometimes Unk, when he was being silly. Neither of their parents wanted them to move away, but both families understood moving was for the best, promising to visit every chance they got.

  Tyler, Texas had been a nice area for them to reside in, and it was looking like they might be there for a while. Cameron had been going to therapy once a week, but now she was only going once a month because of the progress she made. Cameron cashed in her half a million-dollar life insurance policy, and Keith had almost two million dollars saved, so they were able to live comfortably. Bertha was never Cameron’s favorite person, but she sent her a check for fifty thousand dollars, just because. To sever all ties with Malcolm’s family, Cameron included a copy of the paternity test proving Keith was the father to prevent them from having contact with Kingston.

  Keith turned in his street card and looked for better ways to provide for his family. He invested in several businesses and even invested in the stock market. He felt like his life was now complete. Living his life looking over his shoulder and being worried about who might be out to get him had gotten old. Marco was now the man in charge and word had it that he was a force to be reckoned with. Keith couldn’t help but to think about Luke, knowing that position was supposed to be his. Phebe signed the divorce papers with no problem and moved to Miami with Luke. Word got around that they had a baby boy and Luke was trying to take over the street there, not realizing he was in unfamiliar territory.

  Charlotte decided to move back to Mississippi to be closer to everyone. While taking her mother to one of her appointments, she met a guy who was there caring for his mom. He approached her and they began talking. Charlotte was brutally honest with him, hoping that it would run him off, but it only made him like her more. He told her that everyone has a past and he was in awe that she was so honest right away, giving him the opportunity to make the decision on his own without being deceived. When she went into labor and gave birth to a bouncing baby girl, he was right there with her like the child was his. She let him name the baby, and he chose the name Miracle. He told her that a childhood accident prevented him from having children and that’s what ended his marriage of five years. Charlotte and Cameron set aside time to call each other at least once a week, and they promised to meet up as often as possible, so their children would know each other. They both admitted to their faults, forgave each other, and did everything possible to try and move forward.

  Crystal’s report about her cancer spreading had been mixed up with someone else’s. Although her cancer had returned, treatments were needed and successful. She was now done with treatments and enjoying spending time with her grandbaby. She had an apartment about ten minutes away from Charlotte. She and Carla set aside one day a month to have lunch and things were going quite well with them. She felt like being surrounded by love helped her health tremendously.

  Mrs. Miller stayed true to her word and had not contacted Stanley anymore. She agreed to attend counseling again with her husband, and they were now back on track. They renewed their vows one month ago and made a promise to communicate better with each other. Mr. Miller held up to his earlier statement he made to himself when acknowledging if Carla ever cheated on him, he would have to deal with it. However, he made it very clear that she had cashed in her cheat receipt, and it was a one-time deal. His past transgressions would not be used against him anymore and neither will hers going forward. He had grown fond of both of his daughters’ significant others, but he made it a task to check on them often to make sure they were okay.

  Stanley finally agreed to attend counseling sessions as well with his wife, and things actually turned around for him. When his wife finally verbally admitted to her manipulative ways and apologized, he was able to forgive her. It would be a lie to say he didn’t miss Carla, but he was holding strong to his word and trying his best to do right. He admitted to his affair because he knew lying would only make things worse. Just as he suspected, his wife already knew the truth and was able to handle everything much better than he expected. As difficult as it was, the Millers and Edwards found a way to be cordial and friendly towards each other, if only for the sake of their grandchildren.

  ****************************************************

  At the Miller’s and Edward’s Thanksgiving feast…

  “Dear Lord,

  As we gather together around this table laden with your plentiful gifts to us, we thank you for always providing what we really need and for sometimes granting wishes for things we don’t really need. Today, let us especially be thankful for each other, for family and friends who enrich our lives in wonderful ways, even when they present us with challenges. Let us join together now in peaceful, loving fellowship to celebrate your love for us and our love for each other. Amen,” Mr. Miller said and looked around at everyone present for thanksgiving dinner.

  “Amen!” everyone said in unison.

  Enjoy My Sneak Peek To My Next Series:

  I’ll Never Love A Dope Boy Again

  Prelude

  Marquez stormed into the house pissed the fuck off. “These muthafuckas think shit just supposed to fall into their laps without working for it. Taking shit that don’t belong to them like I’m some soft nigga. If shit was that got damn easy, everybody would be on top,” he said while throwing his glock on the dresser.

  He’s so fine and looks even better when he’s mad, Kamora thought. Marquez stood about six feet, three inches tall and weighed in at a solid 230 pounds. All muscle. His skin was as smooth as silk and it was accented by his champagne complexion that was full of tattoos. Clearly, this man took pride in taking care of himself with his perfectly lined beard and goatee. And those eyes! Those eyes could get him anything he wanted from any woman on earth. Staring into his eyes would be equivalent to
staring at two emerald gemstones. Damn, he was sexy as fuck! When you really think about it, sexy was an understatement!

  “What happened baby?” his wife, Kamora, asked sweetly while walking up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Kamora stood five feet, six inches tall and when she walked into a room, all eyes were immediately drawn to her. Her dazzling smile revealed the glow of her perfectly bronzed cheeks. Her medium brown complexion was absolutely flawless. Her plump luscious lips were always glossed to perfection and those chestnut eyes drove men crazy and made women envious of her. She was the type of beautiful that was hard to look away from. Not to mention, her long, jet black hair that flowed freely down her back with a few curls resting carefully over her right shoulder. Pulling him to the bed so that she could give him a massage, she told him to tell her exactly what happened. He tried not to put her in all of the street business, but she always had a way of getting the information out of him. Stressed to the max, he opened up to her without much prompting at all this time.

  “This lil punk ass nigga from New Orleans decided to try and run game today. I had to bust that nigga in broad daylight. I ain’t no fuck nigga and ain’t no way I’m gon let some lil nigga get away with that kinda shit, and you know it. Word started spreading like wildfire after I popped his ass; now, his niggas wanna grow some balls and try to plot to take me out,” Marquez fumed. “The thing is, it was Julio’s lil muthafuckin brother and we squashed our beef last fuckin’ year. Now, the bullshit has resurfaced, but I ain’t no punk so it is what it is, ya know,” he continued while shaking his head.

  Kamora stood there admiring and thinking about their life while giving him a massage and listening to him vent about his street life. This was normal, and it was worse when they lived in the dead center of The Bluff. It took a lot of convincing to leave the hood, but they finally bought a four bedroom, three and a half bath, two story Victorian Style home in the Brookhaven Historic District in Atlanta. The first floor included formal living and dining areas, dramatic two story soaring ceilings, a spacious kitchen with an island and high end granite countertops throughout, the master bedroom, D’Mani’s room, and a game room. Once you walk up the grand spiral staircase, you’d find two guest bedrooms, two bathrooms, a panic room, and an office. The spacious garage housed their Mercedes AMG G65 SUV’s, popularly known as the G-Wagon, his black and hers white. Their other three vehicles were outside in sight. It always seemed like someone was home, even if they weren’t. Kamora wondered if all of it was worth Marquez being in the street every day.

  “Babe, let’s go out… we can get out of the city and just relax. You need some down time and I can use some too,” Kamora said after breaking herself from her thoughts.

  “I would love too, but I better lay low for a few days boo,” Marquez said while turning around and biting on her neck. “Where’s D’Mani?” he continued.

  “He’s in his room sleeping,” Kamora replied through her moans. “Let’s go tomorrow night then; we can go to Alpharetta, Norcross, Roswell or somewhere. They’re all about forty-five minutes to an hour away from the city.” Kamora kept trying to get him to say yes. Wiggling from under him, she reached down and started massaging his thick dick. “Say yes,” she prompted, while pulling it out and licking her lip. She bent down and licked the tip, teasing him. “Say yes,” she said.

  “Hell yeah! Oh shit!” he said as soon as she deep throated him. Kamora licked and sucked and swirled her tongue all over Marquez’s dick until he raised up and threw her on the bed. “My turn,” he said while opening up her robe to see that she was completely naked underneath. He didn’t think his dick could get any harder, but it did. Tracing kisses down her firm and tight body, he momentarily stopped and asked, “Is it time to start back working on our lil princess yet?”

  Kamora instantly got a little sad because she had a miscarriage a couple of months back and her doctor advised her to have two full cycles before trying again and prescribed her some Orthro Tri-Cyclen. “Next month,” she finally whispered.

  Noticing the immediate change in his wife’s mood, Marquez turned his foreplay up a couple of notches. He inserted two fingers into her tight, wet pussy before sucking on her clit while pinching her left nipple with his free hand. “Mmmmm… oh shit!” Kamora moaned. Marquez simultaneously sucked and licked her pussy while finger fucking her until she came all in his mouth. When he was satisfied, he raised up and dove deep into the pussy. Slow, then fast, and slow again… he beat her pussy up.

  “Whose pussy is this?” he asked.

  “This your pussy daddy…umm,” she moaned while throwing it back at him. “Let me… get on… top,” Kamora moaned between his strokes. He pulled her up and let her ride without ever pulling out.

  “That’s it baby, get all this dick,” Marquez said. She bounced up and down on his hard dick, taking in every inch of him.

  “Ahhhh!” she screamed when another orgasm took over her body. He knew he was getting the best of her, so he flipped her over so he could pound her from the back.

  Smacking her on the ass before entering her wetness, he said, “You better take this dick!”

  “Give it to me then,” she countered. And that’s exactly what he did. Stroke after stroke after stroke. “I’m bout to come baby, come with me!” Kamora screamed.

  “Shit… here I come ma,” he said before nutting all inside of her and collapsing on her back. “Got damn! That was just what I needed,” Marquez said when he finally rolled over and removed his weight off of her.

  “You know we’re pretty content right. You’ve been going hard for almost ten years,” Kamora said while rubbing all over his tattoos. He knew exactly where this conversation was going and it somewhat scared him because it seemed like something bad happened every time she got the urge to talk about him getting out of the game.

  “It won’t be much longer baby, I promise,” Marquez said while leaning over and kissing her and squeezing her tight.

  The next morning, Kamora woke up to the smell of breakfast. Rolling out of bed, she went in the bathroom and washed her face, brushed her teeth, and then found her robe at the foot of the bed on the floor and smiled at memories from the night and morning before. She rolled over through the night and allowed her mouth to wake up that dick of Marquez’s that she loved so much and went for round two.

  “Hey mommy!” squealed D’Mani as soon as Kamora walked into the living room.

  “Hey, my handsome baby.” She smiled warmly at her stepson and picked him up and hugged him when he was in arms reach. That little guy melted her heart. Although she didn’t give birth to him, you couldn’t tell her that he didn’t belong to her. He was all that she knew because his mother disappeared six months after having him and dropped him off on Marquez’s doorstep with a note. Kamora had only been dating Marquez for about three months, but she took on the motherly role right away after seeing that Marquez was going to accept responsibility for the child. He claimed to have only slept with D’Mani’s mom one time in exchange for a few rocks. That was four years ago; they got married two years later, and they now had the perfect family. Marquez wanted a little girl to complete the picture, and Kamora wanted to fulfill his wishes.

  Walking into the kitchen, she gave her husband a kiss and took a look at what he was preparing. It was her favorite meal; French toast, eggs, and sausage. “You taking the day off?” Kamora asked after they were sitting at the dining room table eating.

  “It’s Saturday babe, come on now,” Marquez replied.

  “What time are you coming home? You promised to go out tonight, remember?” Kamora said.

  “Of course I remember. I’ll be home by eight. You asking Brooklyn to watch D’Mani?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I’m gonna call her in a few,” she responded.

  Later that evening after she dropped D’Mani off with Brooklyn, Kamora was browsing through her spacious walk-in closet for the perfect outfit for the night. Her hair had been laid yesterday evening when she got off of work, and her m
ani and pedi were taken care of on lunch the day before. After pulling out over fifty dresses, she finally decided on a black Herve Leger sleeveless origami dress and a new pair of black Christian Louboutin pumps. Pulling out one of her jewelry boxes, she decided on the set that Marquez had bought her as an anniversary gift last month. Knowing her husband’s style all too well, she laid out one of his black Brook’s Brother’s suits and loafers. My baby looks even better when he puts on a suit, Kamora smiled and thought to herself before proceeding to the bathroom.

  She turned on the shower, then wrapped her hair before stepping in. The jet stream she had it set on felt like heaven against her skin. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the feeling of the hot water. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear Marquez walk in the bathroom or get in the shower with her until he wrapped his arms around her. “Shit!” she said, startled.

  “What you in here thinking about that you didn’t notice me come in?” he asked.

  “I was thinking about you,” Kamora replied while turning around and kissing him sweetly, then grabbing his dick. It sprang to attention with just a simple touch from her. After cupping her breasts and squeezing tightly, Marquez pulled them together and put both of them in his mouth, sucking and biting gently at first, then a little rough. She loved that shit. “Yaahhhsss!” she screamed, not holding back because D’Mani was with Brooklyn and they were home alone. When he finished devouring her breasts, he picked her up and slid her onto his dick. She wrapped her legs around him tightly and dug her fingernails into his back while squeezing her pelvic muscles tight.

  “Shit,” he said, stumbling a little. Kamora laughed a little and pointed to the bench that was in the shower.