“And you stole my fucking baby name! I wanted to slap the fuck outta you when you said your son’s name is Forrest. Like dead ass, nigga?”
“I was still mad. But I mean, if it bothers you we can make another baby and name them Forrest 2.0. We can spell it differently.”
I meant that shit too. When Gee was talking about ol’ girl owing him a baby, I thought the nigga sounded crazy as fuck. Now that shit made hella sense to me, and the more I thought on it, Juniper owed me a got a damn baby. I missed out on her entire pregnancy with Ryver, her entire baby stage, all that shit. Juniper had to make up for it, and I wasn’t finna accept no as a fuckin’ answer. She was gon’ give me my baby one way or another.
“Boy, no. We no- Hold on, Faheem!” Juniper tried to squeal when I lifted her up, sitting her on the head of my hard dick.
“We finna make Forrest 2.0. Fuck what you talkin’ about,” I moaned as she slowly slid down my dick. My mind was on one thing–keeping my family.
Chapter 33
Juniper Weaver
The Next Day
Ihad forty five minutes to make it to Kojo’s house and back to Faheem’s before he noticed I was gone. He’d fallen asleep with Ryver’s spoiled ass laying on his chest. I swear you could raise a baby their entire life without help, and they would switch up on you the second their dad came into the picture. Ryver stayed up under Faheem; after the first day, she was attached at his hip. She even had the audacity to cry yesterday when he had to run to his car wash for a second. I mean, Ryver cut up so bad… the worst I’d ever seen her do before, and she wouldn’t move from by the door until Faheem came back. She put on a show yesterday that had me tempted to leave her ass here with that nigga forever. Ain’t no baby of mine supposed to switch up on me ‘cause of a nigga.
Faheem thought he was running shit ‘cause we’d basically fucked the entire day and last night after he’d put Ryver to bed. That nigga wasn’t letting up off my poor little cookie. He had mewalking every way but straight. I don’t see how I went from the phenomenal dick Faheem used to give me to the mediocre dick Kojo had been giving me. That was probably why it was so easy for me to go months without fucking Kojo. His dick was nowhere near what I was used to. Which was why I was going over to his house to officially end things with him. I wasn’t trying to be back with Faheem, but I knew Kojo wasn’t for me. I should have never allowed my relationship with Kojo to go further than being a rebound nigga. I damn sure shouldn’t have fucked him; the dick wasn’t worth the miles. There was no chemistry between us, he just wasn’t it.
Being in a relationship was actually the furthest thing on my mind. Faheem and I needed to get on one accord with how we were going to co-parent and raise Ryver. I could tell how he’d been acting. He planned on being very hands on with her. I honestly wouldn’t want it any other way. I wanted to give Faheem as much time as he needed with Ryver, being that I was the reason he missed out on a lot of her early life. When Faheem explained how he felt about not knowing about Ryver, I felt like shit. In my head, I didn’t think Faheem would care about not being involved in my pregnancy or even miss when she was a new born. Hell, I thought most niggas didn’t start dealing with the kids until they got older. I really didn’t think it would be a big deal, but I was wrong when it came to the type of father Faheem was. He wanted to be a part of everything. I felt guilty, which was part of the reason I hadn’t put up that much of a fuss when it came to us going home. I did plan on telling Faheem I had to go back to work, meaning we had to go back home. I doubted Angelo was gonna be as forgiving this time with my job. I was mentally preparing to look for another job. I prayed Faheem wouldn’t be too difficult. Knowing him, that was wishful thinking.
Kojo had been blowing up my phone since I missed a rehearsal dinner with him on Friday. I’d been doing my best to keep it from Faheem ‘cause he’d probably have something slick to say. I took it upon myself to take one of Faheem’s cars and come over to Kojo’s. This seemed like the best way to keep the peace. I tried to call Kojo and let him know I was coming, but of course, he didn’t answer. He probably was working from home. He was for sure a work-a-holic. Pulling up to his house, I cut the car off then got out. I saw his car in the driveway with another car that looked familiar. I hurriedly walked up the four steps that led to his door, I knocked, then waited a few seconds to see if he’d answer. Knocking again, I still didn’t hear any movement. Kojo was the type to not lock his door when he was home because he lived in a nicer area. Twisting the knob, the front door opened without a hassle. Walking into his house, I headed right into his living room. It was empty which made sense as to why he wasn’t answering the door. He was probably in his home office on the second floor all the way in the back of the house. If Kojo wasn’t in his office, he was gonna have to settle for a break up text. My time was limited, and I did want to stop by the hospital to talk to Angelo. I didn’t want to lose my job. Despite what Faheem had to say, I grew to love my job.
“This is fucking bullshit!” I heard Kojo yell when I got a few feet from the white French doors that led to his office.
The doors were shut, and his black curtains he used to cover the glass were closed as well. I couldn’t see Kojo or his mama, but thankfully I could hear them talking clearly.
“Calm down, son. We can figure something el—“
“Do you know how long I have been trying to seal the deal with the Murdock account? I was this fucking close, and that big forehead having bitch had to fuck it up for me. I swear I hate ghetto bitches like her.”
I know that nigga isn’t talking about my forehead.My hand subconsciously rubbed across my head. Kojo had me fucked up talking about me when his mama’s forehead was a walking billboard. Whatever he was mad about, I had nothing to do with, especially not when it came to his job. Aside from a few corporate parties he asked me to attend with him, I kept myself out of the business life Kojo tried to force me into. He wanted me to rub elbows with his bosses’ wives. Having lunch with a bunch of stuck up women who found their worth in they weak ass niggas wasn’t it for me.
“I know you haven’t only been dealing with Juniper, one of your other whores won’t work?” His stanking ass mama asked him.
She would always have some slick shit to say about me not being special or not getting too comfortable. I never cared that much to take anything she said to heart. I knew Kojo had other women, he was too sloppy to be able to hide what he was doing. The thing was I never saw him as my nigga to ever be jealous over him. I just made sure he stayed strapped up whenever we did anything. It was just funny hearing his mom mention it carelessly.
“Even if they could, Mr. Murdock believes Juniper is my fiance and that little brat of hers is my daughter. I wish that old bastard Murdock wasn’t so big on family, then I wouldn’t have to chase Juniper around like I’m some love sick bastard.” Kojo let out an annoyed sigh.
“Maybe I can call and speak with Juniper. Play nice and see if I can butter her up. Just long enough to get the fake wedding over with and you get your promotion. Then you can kick Juniper’s ghetto ass back to where she belongs.”
My mouth opened in shock finding out Kojo was using me. A part of me wanted to be shocked while the logical side of me always knew there had to be a motive for Kojo wanting tobe with me so bad. I never gave him much when it came to our relationship, so him wanting to marry me didn’t make sense. I could count on my hand how many times I’d hugged him since we called ourselves being together. How he got he wanted to marry me out of the emotionless situationship was beyond me. Thinking back on how much he would beg me to hang out with the wives of his boss–mainly Mrs.Murdock–it all was adding up.
“Tell my why I shouldn’t fuck you up?” Feeling a warm breath tickle my ear and a calm sinister voice ringing in my ear, my heart jumped out of my chest.
I was too scared to turn around and face the angry voice coming from behind me. “Wha-aa-how?” I stuttered, trying to find the right words to calm the beast behind me.
“Fuck that,” he evilly spat in my ear. I tried to turn around to explain myself, but Faheem stopped me. Wrapping his hand around my waist, he pulled my body into his. Then he used his other hand to wrap it around my throat. “Explain to me why the fuck I woke up to find you gone? Who the fuck told you to leave my crib? Let alone to come see another nigga?” he asked, then bit me on the side of my neck. I don’t know if I was losing it, but the pain from his bite made my pussy thump in excitement.
“I was coming here to end things with Kojo, nothing more I swear.” I whined as I basically pleaded with him to believe me.
“Ain’t shit for you to end.”
“Faheem, I know you don't believe in closure, but it’s the right thing to do.”
”For mutha fuckas who deserve the shit. Clearly, this nigga don’t.”
“I know that now. We can go now.”
