“I know, baby. I’m about to nut all in this pretty ass pussy. Fuck.” I held onto the sheets as he fucked me. We both came together, and I collapsed with him still inside of me.
My eyes grew heavy as Dreaux moved around the room. I snickered at the sight of his dick swinging as he walked. Big dicked-bastard. He forced me to get out of bed while he changed the sheets. When I saw the soaked sheets, I covered my face. I probably needed some water because, based on the giant wet spots, I couldn’t possibly have any more liquid inside of me.After cleaning up for the second time, I crawled back into the bed. Dreaux pulled me into his chest, and I fell asleep instantly.
peace graham
. . .
My body achedas I turned over, but I had never felt better. Last night with Dreaux wasn’t planned, but there were no regrets on my end. I checked my phone and noticed a bunch of notifications. I hadn’t posted anything recently, which made me wonder what was going on. I got my answer the moment I clicked the first link Janae posed in the group chat. I almost had to laugh because I seemed to have bad luck with the men I chose to allow in my life.
The link leads me to a post from a girl named LavishBarbie. The post was a photo of Kavello asleep with a newborn baby lying on his chest. He was sleeping, so I was sure he wasn’t aware his photo had been taken. The caption read, “Kavello and KJ. We’re so obsessed with our little boy.”
I would be lying if I said my feelings weren’t hurt. After my birthday, he became distant, but he assured me that his schedule was the reason for his absence. Kavello never gave me a reason not to believe him, but I guess I should have pressed a little harder. Instead of going off on him, I simply sent him the photo and congratulated him on his new addition and then blocked him. At the end of the day, I was in my baby daddy’s bed, dressedin one of his t-shirts after he fucked me through the mattress. There was no use in crying over spilled milk.
The smell of breakfast wafted through the air, so I decided to see what Dreaux was up to. Plus, I was certain my little diva was somewhere watching her favorite shows. I threw on a pair of Dreaux’s shorts and made my way down the stairs.
As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I couldn’t contain the smile on my face as I watched Promise stirring a bowl of pancake mix as Dreaux guided her. Her little tongue hung out as she tried her best to move the whisk as fast as she could.
“Good morning,” I greeted, taking a seat at one of the stools at the island.
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
“Good moaning, momma!” Promise squealed.
“She definitely did a lot of that,” Dreaux mumbled under his breath. His eyes lingered on me for a moment before they focused on Promise. My pussy throbbed in response as my body shuddered from the flashbacks of last night.
“Alright, are you ready to pour?”
“Yes, daddy! I ready!”
I watched him turn on the griddle as the two of them made pancakes together. Dreaux showed her how to flip them, and she giggled every time she tried to turn them over. Her laughter made me smile because she was so full of innocence and joy.
“Do you need me to do anything? I kind of feel bad sitting here and watching.” I voiced.
“Naw, we’ve got it. All you need to do is sit there and look pretty. Let the real cooks handle it. Ain’t that right, pretty?” He asked Promise, kissing the top of her head. Dominique braided her hair, and she looked so cute with her beads on the end.
“Yes!”
I responded to a few messages on my phone, then put it down. Old-school R&B was playing on the Bluetooth speaker onthe counter, and it took me back to my childhood. We may not have had everything, but there was love. My momma used to turn on her favorite playlists and sing around the house as she cleaned up. She may have made some mistakes in her life, but she loved me the best way she could. My only hope was that I was making her proud.
“Is there enough for us, or do we have to make our own?” Danae asked as all three sisters walked into the kitchen dressed in their pajamas.
I got up and hugged them all before returning to my seat.
“That’s up to Promise. Do we have enough food to cook for your aunties too?”
I snickered at Dreaux’s pettiness. Even though his feelings were hurt, he loved his sisters more than anything.
“Yes. I can cook for Tee-tee Nae, Tee-tee Niq, and Tee-tee Nana.” My girl loved her aunts, so I wasn’t surprised by her answer at all. They took turns kissing her, but she shooed them away so she could finish cooking. The girls took a seat around the island as we watched the two chefs cook.
It took them twenty minutes to finish the whole breakfast, but it was worth the wait. Everything tasted delicious, and my baby girl was proud of her work. She requested to eat at her table in the living room so she could watch TV, so Dreaux set her table up before returning to the kitchen.
“Are you gonna hate us forever? We really want our big brother back,” Danae expressed. I watched Dreaux’s expression as he sat at the other end of the island.
“We know we messed up, and we said some things we didn’t mean. I can speak for Nique and Nae when I say, we’re sorry. We were so afraid of the possibility of Momma dying that we disregarded your feelings and everything you do for us,” Dana admitted.
“You’re the only real parent we have, and it really hurts not having you to talk to or to lean on. It’s not about the money either. I really miss my brother.” Dominique’s voice cracked as she cried. All three of them were crying, and my heart broke for them.
They were still young and trying to navigate life. When I was their age, I said and did a lot of stupid shit that I wish I could have taken back. On one hand, I completely understood where Dreaux was coming from, but I also sympathized with his sisters. I understood the pain of longing for your parent and being disappointed by their absence. The pain never truly went away, and neither did the longing.
