"Well I can drive you home," I offered.
I dropped Deija off and then picked up KJ from my mother. When I got home, I gave Kendrick the best head ever, just for not being the type of nigga that she had at home.
Chapter One: Deija Summers
After Nic dropped me off, I went downstairs to get my daughter Kameko from the older lady I paid to watch her during my classes. Kameko was three years old, and I loved her so much, but her daddy was another story.
I met him four and half years ago, at some little block party back in Memphis. He was so gorgeous; caramel complexion, perfect teeth, almond-shaped eyes, 6’ tall, and dimples. He chased me for weeks before I finally gave in, and from there it was history. I initially didn’t want to be with him, because I knew he sold drugs and had that fast paced lifestyle, which was the opposite from my L7 living.
For the first year of our relationship, he was perfect and I couldn't have been happier. I told him I was pregnant, and we moved in together because he said he wanted us all under one roof. That roof included his mother, Ayumi. Ayumi was Asian and Black, and the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Ayumi got sick with breast cancer and once that happened, her son became a different person. First, it was coming home at all hours of the night, and then came the many different women I found he was sleeping with. No matter how many times I found him being unfaithful, he was always able to charm his way back into my heart, and I hated him for that. His mother would always say he was just like his father. When Ayumi died, he decided that we should pick up and head to Baltimore, so he could be near his father. He said he probably didn't want him there, but that he didn't care.
I bathed Kameko, made her dinner, and put her to bed. I filled the tub with hot water and my Paris Amour bubble bath. After I put my long curly hair in a bun, I dipped my body into the hot water and just relaxed my muscles. I thought about how good it would feel to be married to the man I loved, like Nic. I felt myself getting sad, and quickly shook the thoughts from my mind. I finished bathing and watched Netflix until I fell asleep.
"Wake up Deija." I felt hands roaming my body. I looked at the clock, and it was 4 a.m.
"Are you crazy? Get off me, Kendrew," I pushed his obviously drunk ass off me.
"Fuck you then!” he yelled, falling off the bed onto the floor.
"Don’t yell. Kameko will wake up!" I said in a loud whisper.
"Well if her mama, gave up the pussy, we wouldn't have no damn problems," he spat. "And you wonder why I don't come home!" I ignored his statement and laid back down. He hopped up and stormed out the house. This nigga had no idea it was my birthday, and didn't even care. I quietly cried myself back to sleep.
Chapter Two: Morgan Garrett
Kendreeis and I were doing great, and he kept his promise about balancing street life with his home life. When he got shot at that night, I made sure to stay up under him all the time. If he went to the store, our baby Kaleeini and I came as well. I was terrified when Dreeis came home and told me someone shot at him. It was an even worse feeling when I saw his car. It looked like a billion bullets had hit it. Kendreeis was my world, and I would not be able to go on without him.
It was so hard handling my online class assignments, even with Dreeis helping me with the baby. I swear, I always had a paper due or something. As soon as I would get started, Kaleeini would start crying. Dreeis would try to help, but he just didn't know what to do, so I would end up consoling Kaleeini anyway.
"Hey beautiful," Kendreeis walked into the den.
"Hey babe," I said, looking over my shoulder.
"What you working on?"
"This fifteen-page paper that's due in a week," I exhaled heavily. How the fuck could I possibly talk about one subject for fifteen fucking pages? "I don't think I can do this, Kendreeis."
"Do what?" he asked, massaging my back.
"School, the baby, wife. It's too much."
"So what you want to do?"
"I think I need to take some time off school, maybe a semester," I replied.
"You sure you want to do that, Morgan?" I could hear the doubt in his voice. I was quiet, letting him massage my back.
"Yeah, I am," I finally said, starting to cry.
"Hey, hey Morgan, babe," he said, turning me towards him and holding me tight. "It's gon’ be alright ma. Relax," he said, rubbing my back. I finally stopped sniffling, and he pulled back to kiss my lips.
"I love you Kendreeis," I said, looking up into his eyes.
"I love you too, and remember–whatever you do, I got you, okay?" he said, raising his brow and flashing that beautiful smile. He always knew how to make everything better.
***
"Ms. Garrett, tell me why you are here to see me today?" Dr. Terry asked, crossing her legs.
"Well, I'm really stressed out. I just had a baby about eight months ago, and I 'm in school. And it's just hard to manage."
"Is the father of your child in your life?" she asked.
"Yes, yes he is. We are engaged actually," I smiled, swinging my legs, which were hanging off the examination table.
"Ah, I see," she smiled at my ring and scribbled on her clipboard. "So you're planning a wedding, going to school, caring for a small baby, and I'm sure, housework?" she asked.
"Yes exactly. And my fiancé has a lot of stamina in the bedroom," I said, and she chuckled. Nothing was funny; Kendreeis could go for hours. "My hair seems to be thinning too, and I’m just stressed out."
"Let me listen to your heartbeat and breathing, Morgan," she said, standing up and putting her stethoscope in her ears. She listened to my heart and breathing.
"Yeah, I am going to prescribe you some anxiety medicine. This particular medicine will calm your nerves, so you will worry less. What I gathered from what you told me is that you are overwhelmed, and you're caught up with performing these tasks perfectly, causing you to worry–which stresses you out." She scribbled on a piece of paper, and ripped it off.
"What is this?" I frowned.
"Take it to a pharmacy and get that prescription filled. Start taking it as soon as tonight. I want to see you in a month, and you tell me if you’re better," she smiled.
"Will do," I smiled uncomfortably.
Chapter Two: Christy King
After that nigga French kidnapped Jessica and I, Kayden made me go everywhere with him. I enjoyed it sometimes, because I got to make sure he wasn't acting up; but then sometimes I wanted to take a nap, and if he had to go somewhere, my ass had to get up and go too. Like today; I wanted to lay down and rest. I'm a couple months pregnant, and I stay nauseous and tired. However, Kayden and I are going to the studio because he is recording a new song with some up and coming singer. Bullshit man.
"Come on, Christy," Kayden walked into the room.
I exhaled heavily before I got off the bed and put on my sandals. I had on skinny jeans with the maternity waistline, sandals, and a layered spaghetti-strapped top.
"Fine. Hold on," I spat. "I'm tired Kayden, I want to lay down," I tried to plead as I slid on and buckled my sandal.
"Well, there is a couch you can lay your ass on in the studio," he laughed, pulling me in close. He kissed my lips and squeezed my ass, "Let's go, Christy." Fuck!
***
We arrived at the studio, and since Kayden had gotten a deal and stuff, it was much nicer and decked the fuck out. As soon as we walked in, Kayden sat at the mixing board with his producer Leadah, and I went straight to the plush couch against the back wall.
"They should have a bed in here for your pregnant wife," I frowned, trying to get comfortable. Leadah laughed at me.
"Well, we just might do that." Kayden smirked, shaking his head at me. "What time is old girl supposed to be here?" Kayden asked, turning back to Leadah.
"In about ten minutes," he replied. Right when he said that, she walked in.
"Hey guys,” the girl waved.
I immediately sat up, ‘cause I was no longer tired. She was about 5’6 with a golden com
plexion that was flawless, long wavy hair, and her body was outrageous. I looked down at my stomach that was only gon’ get bigger, and sighed quietly. She reminded me of Christina Milian; this bitch was beautiful, and I'm glad I came this time.
Kayden stood up. "Kayden King," he said, extending his hand.
"I know who you are, boo," she smiled. "I'm April." I cleared my throat loudly. "Oh, this is my wife Christy, and my producer Leadah," Kayden finally said. I couldn't wait to curse his ass out when we got home. He should be introducing me before his damn self!
"Hello," I said, attempting to fake a nice tone. I don’t like nobody calling my man boo, especially when they look like that.
"Nice to meet you Christy, and Leadah," she said, walking to the couch I was on and dropping her Birkin bag. "You kind of look like Lauren London," she smiled, looking down at me sitting on the couch.
"Yeah I hear that a lot. Thank you," I fake chuckled, and she laughed.
She walked over to the mixing board, and the three of them began to brainstorm. She was too friendly in my opinion, and she was about to get slapped. I swear, I loved that I was having my man's baby, but I was mad that I wouldn't be able to fuck a bitch up if needed.
"Oh my God Kayden, you are a genius!" she laughed, making me mock her quietly to myself. She touched his back, and I immediately got hot all over. I envisioned me snapping back her fingers one by one.
"Kayden, I'm hungry!" I said loud as fuck. We had been there two and a half hours; they needed to wrap this shit up, before they be wrapping this singing hoe up in a body bag.
"Aight babe," he said, standing up. "Well April, we got the words and melody down, so just practice, and I guess tomorrow we can meet back up and record it?"
"Yeah sounds like a plan. Thank you so much Kayden, for doing this record with me," she said, winking at him.
"Hungry!" I yelled, snapping them out of their little musical tango. Kayden was about to get fucked up, along with her.
"Have a nice night you guys. Nice meeting you Christy" she smiled, and I didn't respond.
She left, and Kayden walked over to grab his bag. He leaned down to kiss me, and I moved out the way.
"Christy. What I do now?" he frowned.
"Take me to get some food, please," I said, grabbing my purse and storming out.
This April bitch had the game fucked up. I don't know if she was new in town or what, but everybody in this town, and shit the world, knew Kayden Christopher King was taken. Fuck taken, he was MAR-RIED! If she didn't fucking know, as Kevin Hart says, she was gon’ learn to-fucking-day. I was gon’ be at every session possible, and if need be, I would put my foot so far up her ass that when she opened her mouth to sing those pretty notes, you would see my freshly manicured toes in that bitch! No threats, only promises! And if Kayden wanted to keep making googly eyes at her and shit, he would have to stop working with her. Shit, he would just have to let me sing on the track, ain’t nothing a little auto tune can’t fix!
Chapter Two: Jessica Leon
"Ah papi!" I moaned as Kendon beat my shit up in the shower.
"Damn Jess," he moaned as we both exploded together.
Kendon had the best dick ever–and bitches wondered why I was blacking eyes over it. After that whole kidnapping situation, when Kendon told my ass not to go somewhere or not to do something, I fucking listened. Old Jessica did what she wanted, when she wanted, but the new me had way more sense. I had to realize that Kendon was only doing what was best for me, and not trying to control me like I used to think.
"When you gon’ have my babies?" Kendon asked, slipping on his boxers.
"When you give me a ring," I said, fastening my bra.
"You know I'm gon’ marry you one day, Jess."
"Yeah, and that is when you will get a baby. I'm not messing up my body, and going through all that pain for you to bounce on a bitch!" I spat. This nigga was out his mind. I wasn't popping out no one's baby unless I had a ring on my finger. I loved Kendon, but I needed something more solid before I started pushing humans out my vagina.
"I wouldn't do that," he said, walking over and kissing my cheek.
I ignored him, ‘cause I said what I had to say already. I finished getting dressed, and decided to cook us some breakfast. I cooked up some Spanish omelets and breakfast potatoes. We sat down at the dining room table and started to eat.
"I'm serious, Jessica."
"Serious about what?" I frowned. He couldn't still be talking about this damn baby. This was starting to become a problem. We fought over this shit at least twice a damn week.
"The baby," he said, breaking a piece of the omelet off with his fork.
"And I'm serious about needing a ring first," I replied, not bothering to look up from my plate.
"But that's dumb, you know I'm gon’ marry you." He dropped his fork. Here we go again.
"Well then do it," I said, dropping my fork as well.
"I will, soon," he replied.
"Okay, and when you ready to actually marry me, I will stop using my birth control," I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"Why can't you just do what the fuck you told?!" he yelled.
"Who the fuck you yelling at, nigga?" I yelled back at his stupid ass.
"What? Kendon, I'm not doing this with you," I said, about to get up.
He sat me back down, "Yes the fuck you are about to do this. Answer my damn question!" he yelled loud as hell.
"No! I'm not fucking nobody else! I just want a ring before I have a baby! That's all Kendon," I said, irritated.
"Fuck you Jessica," he said, getting up from the table.
"Where you going?" I yelled after him.
"My dads."
"When you coming back?!"
"Whenever I fucking feel like it!!" he yelled, slamming the door.
I plopped down in my chair and started back eating. I couldn't do this shit. Every damn week he was going off on me about having a baby. I was serious about not having a kid unless I got a ring. Nothing against my girls, but we just saw things different; plus, their babies weren't planned, so that’s another thing. Except Christy, but shit she is married. I don’t get why Kendon couldn't understand that I needed more from him before having kids. I just hoped this shit didn't ruin our relationship.
Chapter Three: Kairio King
Today was going to be a hard day for my family. Kendrew called me, and said he was in town. He told me he was going to be living here in Baltimore from now on. Who is Kendrew? Kendrew is my first son that I had with another woman. I married my wife Camia when I was 20 years old, and although I loved her, I still messed around here and there. Ayumi Collins was a beautiful Asian and black chick that worked for my operation. She had beautiful hazel eyes, and the sweetest personality. I had been messing with her for years, even before I knew Camia. When I met Camia, it was like love at first sight, and I knew I wanted her to be my wife. Ayumi was hurt, but she decided to put it behind her and continue to work for me. Soon enough, we were back to having sex on a regular basis, and she ended up pregnant. I had been married to Camia for about four years by that time, and I was not about to lose her; but also, I was not gonna have Ayumi abort my son.
I flew Ayumi to Memphis, where I felt she would be safe. I funded her whole lifestyle, as long as she did not come around me in Baltimore, which she agreed to. She finally gave birth to my first-born, Kendrew Drix King, and I lied to Camia in order to be there for the birth. Over the years, I visited with Kendrew and Ayumi constantly, but by the time he was two, Camia had given birth to Kendreeis, and I had less time to come around. My bi-weekly visits turned into monthly visits, then yearly, due to the births of Kendrick and Kendon. Last time I visited was the week that Ayumi passed due to breast cancer and I won’t lie, I cried like a newborn baby when she died.
I called my wife into my office, because I needed to tell her that I had a 24-year-old son, although we have been married for 28 years. I had no idea what her reaction would be, but I had to hope for the best.
Kendrew was here, and he was coming to visit me in a little bit, so I needed her to already be in the know.
"Hey honey," she said, walking in.
She was just as beautiful as the day I met her; long dark hair, fair honey complexion, and a sexy body. I loved her more than anything. They say for better or for worse, and I just hoped my vows came in handy here.
"Sit down baby," I told her, and gestured my hand towards the plush couch in my office. I went and sat next to her. "Camia, I want to talk to you about something, and I just need for you to hear me out before you react or respond," I said, standing back up and pouring myself a drink to calm my nerves.
"Okay," she replied, concerned.
"You know I love you so much, and I've done some things that we had to work through, but all in all we made it through. Camia baby, a young man named Kendrew is coming over here, and he is my son," I finally blurted.
"Your son? With whom?" she asked with tears welling up in her eyes.
"That doesn’t mat–"
"Who is his mother, Rio?!" she yelled, cutting me off. I paused, and dropped my head.
"Ayumi." Camia knew Ayumi, and I assured her during the early years of our relationship that my dealings with Ayumi were platonic. She paused and shook her head.
"How old is he?" she asked, standing up and folding her arms. Lord, how I wished he were older than our marriage.
"He's um, 24 baby," I said, hoping for the best and scratching my head.
"24, and I've been your wife for 28, you disrespectful muthafucka!" she yelled with tears streaming down her face.
"Camia, baby. I haven't messed around since she got pregnant. I've been faithful ever since," I said, attempting to pull her close to me.
She pulled away, "But you hid it from me! This whole time! You're a coward Kairio, and the only reason you're telling me now is because he is coming here! Good luck telling the boys, ‘cause I'm not helping you with that!" she yelled and stormed out my office.
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