When she sat, my thoughts went there. I hadn’t felt the inside of my woman in days. The warmth, the wetness, and the tightness of her walls were greatly missed.
She got comfortable before she started speaking. “Alexis had sent me a text that night askin’ for one last conversation in exchange of the signed divorce papers. I thought if I went and gave her what she wanted, she would do the same for me. When I got there, Galleria had some freaky shit waitin’ for her. I blew up the spot, and we got to fightin’. She hit me in my stomach, so I stopped taggin’ the bitch to check on the baby. That gave her the upper hand, and she went all Michael Myers on my ass. That situation was because of me. I never should’ve left.”
What happened to her was indeed her fault, but I wasn’t about to let her know that. The guilt from her actions was already taking over. I wasn’t about to add to it.
“You’re still alive and neither one of them are. A mistake was made, but I refuse to let you wallow in it. And my son not about to be no punk with all this cryin’ you been doin’.”
“Well, when you find your son, let me know because this munchkin in here is our daughter,” she said, rubbing her protruding belly.
I prayed for a son, but a daughter was goin’ to keep me away from the streets permanently. My joy for being a father only got higher. A mini Journei was all a man could ask for.
“When did you find out the sex of the baby?” I inquired.
She put her head down before she answered. “The same day I made you leave the hospital.”
Placing a finger under her chin, I lifted her head. There was no need for her to be ashamed. It happened, but her official appointment for the ultrasounds were coming up. I didn’t trip too hard on it.
“I’m not trippin’ ’bout it, mama. Don’t blame yourself for anything that’s happened so far. Bull junk gets thrown in yo’ path to see you fail. We got this. And I say we because I won’t let you be anything other than great.”
“Why are you so perfect, Christian?”
“I’m not perfect, mama. If I was, I wouldn’t have been in the doghouse. I mess up just like everyone else.”
“I understand that, but when I say perfect, I don’t mean it literally. I just mean… perfect for me. I don’t think I ever challenged life the way I have with you. I like what you bring out of me.”
Her words caused me to smile. I was simpin’ over my woman somethin’ serious. I felt her when she spoke about challenging life ’cause it was the same with me.
She gave me a chase that turned me toward my faith more. I did the most prayin’ and repenting dealing with her. God was on my main line, cell, and nearest pay phone when Journei Noelle Evans was around.
Our feelings for one another sat on a mutual scale most of the time. There were moments where I felt my love outweighed hers, but that was strictly my opinion.
“You’ve always been a teddy bear, but now you’re a Care Bear. Can Dr. Pascal prescribe you some pills for being emotional?” I joked with her.
She playfully slapped me on my arm and said, “Don’t be mean. You can always get another week of punishment.”
“That’s cool, but I can bet money it won’t be me makin’ the phone calls this go-round.”
“Oh, whatever.” Adjusting herself in my lap, she cupped my face and asked, “Do you mind if I kiss you?”
I leaned in and did what I had been dying to do since I smelled her perfume walking through Hunz’s front door. Her mouth was unmatched with the softness of her lips and the sweetness that lingered on her tongue.
A moan escaped her lips, waking me up completely. The love we made was one that couldn’t be replicated by anyone else.
When Journei fixed herself in my lap, she straddled me, so her position screamed ready. The attire she had on allowed easy access, and the warmth from her canal was felt through the shorts she had on.
As bad as I wanted to indulge in one of my new hobbies, I pulled back. I was tryin’ to respect my brotha’s personal space. If I got between mama’s folds, it was goin’ down.
“We not doin’ this here, mama,” I said after breaking the kiss.
“But you could fuck me in the guest bathroom last month? You are a trip.” She stood, shaking her head and laughing. She had a point.
“Times have changed. I’m all about respect now,” I responded and offered a few chuckles of my own.
We headed upstairs to join both Hunz and Belle. Belle’s pregnancy looked good on her. Those babies gave her a glowwhere her bright skin look like it was coated in oil. I was happy for my family.
I was told to bring dinner before I came, so I stopped at this Korean spot called Kimchi & Kpop. I wasn’t a fan of oriental food, but that spot served the best bulgogi and kimchi fried rice.
When Journei saw what I brought, she turned her nose up. I could tell she was used to that urban food and nothin’ more. She tried to turn down the Mexican dishes at first but gave in.
