His lips against mine halted the whole spill that I had been practicing since he said he was on his way. Then when he pulled back he had a smirk on his face. “Then why the fuck yeen packed?”
His response made my eyes damn near pop from my skull before I moved out of his space and went to get my purse and laptop. He hadn’t said anything but a word. I was more than ready to go home and get bent up like an Auntie Annie’s pretzel. I wasn’t too out of shape, because ever since the doctors had given me clearance to move around, I had been going to my yoga classes faithfully even though I had Ommy, my mother and Namari telling me to sit my ass down.
The ride home was long and not the good kind of long, but the Little Caesars hot and ready on the wait type of long. It almost had me wanting to whip his dick out and test his attention span, but who was I kidding? If I did that both of our asses would be on the side of the road dead.
When we did finally make it to his house, we barely made it past the front door fully clothed let alone to the second floor. We settled for the big, beautiful stairs that lead up to the bedroom. It was so erotic the way he gripped my ass cheeks and controlled my movements while I tried my hardest to ride him into oblivion on those stairs. That wasn’t enough, because right after the stair sex he carried me into the master washroom, and we had what would be considered the nastiest shower sex of all time. Itdefinitely didn’t stop there, but we had definitely accomplished the goal that I set forth for us.Nasty pregnancy scare type sex…CHECK!
Ommy
I woke up this morning to an empty house. North had taken my son with him, and Niema went to the mall with one of friends. Everyone seemed busy, which left me in this big ass house alone. I wasn’t really used to this, but here I was, home alone and feigning to finally go tell my father my news. I don’t know why I hadn’t been in such a rush to tell him, but I guess it was more about me needing to come to grips with it myself. Now I had come to grips with it, but I didn’t know what to say to my dad.
Instead of lying in bed and thinking about going to talk to him any longer, I got dressed myself and got ready to go to him. It didn’t take me long, because I had already been up for a minute, but I had gone back to sleep. I have been exhausted lately. I opted for a comfortable look, especially because I didn’t feel like putting on anything too tight. Then I brushed my hair into a bun then walked through the house looking for my purse.
It took me a minute, but when I found it, I was out of the door, but not before North was on my line.
“Where are you going?”he asked the moment I answered.
“To finally tell my father that you knocked me up. You wanna meet me there?”
He chuckled. “Nah, I’ll let you handle that. Me and lil’ man are on the way home right now.”
“Are you now? What did y’all do this morning?” I genuinely wanted to know.
“Lil’ shit. Went to the pet store, got some food, chec?—”
“Pet store? Why did you go to the pet store?” I questioned. He tried to cruise past that part, but I had to get him.
“To buy a dog. Keep up with a conversation, baby. Messiah picked out a pup. I told you the plans.” He spoke like I was slow, and this was something that we had already talked about.
“And when did we talk about this?” I had to have forgotten about this conversation.
“Last night when we were in the closet.”
“Before or after you… you know.” I had to choose my words wisely, because I knew he talked with his phone on speaker and my baby was likely listening.
He chuckled. “After. I know when to talk to you.”
Now it was my turn to laugh because he was so slick. “At least tell me what type of dog he picked out.”
“A lil’ English. I didn’t wanna get him anything aggressive or none of those lil’ furballs.”
I nodded. “And you bought all the stuff necessary for him to be properly trained and taken care of?”
“No shit, baby mama. I signed up for that training program for eight weeks.”
“Good.” I talked to him all the way until I pulled up to my father’s gates. Then I assured him that I’d be there soon. The thing is I needed to talk to my father because it was unlike not me to. I sat in the car for a minute just biding my time before I finally worked up the courage to get out. To my surprise the moment I walked in the door there he was seated on the sofa staring in the direction of the car that I had just exited.
“You sat out in that car for about thirty minutes before you decided to come in here. Is it something that you want to talk about, baby girl?” My father’s eyes were on me the moment I walked in the house.
“Damn. We’re stalking right now old man?” I quizzed.
“Yeah, especially when I feel like my daughter has been missing in action.”
I laughed. “I haven’t been missing in action. I just saw you a few days ago.”
“And that was brief. You were dropping off Ssiah. Matter of fact, where is Ssiah?”
“He’s with North. I felt like I needed to come talk to you about something.” I walked around and took a seat at the table in front of him. I’ve never been this nervous around my father. I literally felt like I was sweating from every pore in my body, the shit was strange. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t even this nervous when I told him that I was pregnant with Ssiah. I was more so stuck on the situation and not really paying attention to his reaction.
