“I love you too, Trell. Have somebody come get this hoe and her shit, then take me home, so you can fuck me!” I told him.
“To our house?” he asked.
“To our house, bae,” I said as I watched his face light up like he hadn’t just smoked his side bitch in the same room.
Over the next few weeks, I went back and forth between my place and Trell’s. I had moved the majority of my things into his place, but I was always taught not to put all my eggs in one basket.I was going to secretly keep my place on the side just in case things didn’t work out. Trell went from being a thug ass nigga to a family man in no time. That was something I loved about him. He had no problem showing me how much I meant to him. He had hired someone to decorate the boys’ nursery and I still had over four months to go. My OBGYN had told us that due to us having twins, they would have to induce my labor a few weeks early, and I didn’t mind that at all. I was already tired of being pregnant.
I was lying in bed on Trell’s chest when I got an alert that someone was approaching the door. I looked at my app and saw that there was a flower delivery guy out there. As I sat up in bed, Trell told me to get up and grab my stuff. I slid out of bed and rushed to the door so fast. I signed for my roses and took them into the kitchen to place them in a vase. They were so beautiful; I knew he had really put thought into them or had Rowdy do it for him. After I cut the stems off, I filled the vase with water and placed the roses in. Trell came into the kitchen behind me and started placing kisses on my neck. He lifted me and placed me on the countertop, then slowly eased inside me after moving my gown to the side. I placed my arms around his neck and moved to the edge of the counter, causing him to slide in deeper. He moaned in my ear as I licked around his earlobe.
“I love my roses, baby! They are beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you. I love you, Ciara. I want this forever, bae,” Trell said in my ear.
I couldn’t even lie. I wanted this shit too. That good morning wood was something I definitely could get used to.
One Year later
It was officially one month until I said I do. I was running crazy between the salon, the venue, and meeting with the wedding planner. I was beat. After a hectic day, I would come home, and Cadence little bad self would give me a run for my money. Since he had turned one, he was giving us all a run for our money. Grimy had settled down with a nice lady named Shan, and they took a lot of time with my baby boy. Sometimes I had to remind him that my baby didn’t live with them. He had started a welding and construction business and was really doing things the right way.
Rowdy had bought me Sprinter van. We painted it pink and turned it into a mobile salon for me. We planned to take it on theroad this summer, and I was planning to do a hair tour. So many people flew in from all over to let me slay them, and I just wanted to do something special for my clients. Once my big day was out the way, I would be able to focus more on other things like that. Rowdy had been a man of his word and continued to show me every day that he loved me and his son.
I was meeting Ciara so that she could get her dress altered. She had a mommy makeover as soon as she healed from having the twins. Every week she was getting finer. She told me that she wasn’t about to waste her man’s money, so she stayed in the gym to maintain her figure, even after the surgery. I wasn’t mad at her at all.
We arrived at the tailor at the same time, and I rushed to her car to grab one of the car seats. I looked into the car seat, and Harlem was tussling with his little fist, trying to get it into his mouth. Jersey was the lazy twin; all he did was sleep, so I didn’t even need to ask Ciara what he was doing. We carried the boys into the building, and I placed them directly in front of me as I sat down in the waiting room.
The twins were a perfect mixture of Ciara and Trell. They were so handsome and cuddly. They were six months now, and I just couldn’t help but spoil them. Every chance I got, I was babysitting to give mommy and daddy a break. I had Grimy as my go-to when I needed a break, and Ciara and Trell had us. Ciara was close to her family, but she didn’t trust them with the kids, and I couldn’t blame her. They were the definition of ghetto. To avoid anything going wrong and Trell going to jail, she just didn’t send the boys with her family alone.
When Ciara came out of the fitting room, the tailor pinned the dress up to fit her new body, and I could already tell that she was going to look beautiful. I couldn’t think of anyone who I would rather be my maid of honor than my best friend. Any milestone and accomplishment, she was right there for it all.We were the godparents to each other’s children, and I couldn’t imagine life without her. Trell called during her alterations, and she was smiling from ear to ear. I still never knew what happened for her to have a change of heart and give him another chance, but ever since she did, she hadn’t stopped smiling.
“Girl tell Trell it’s girls’ day. We busy.” I laughed as I spoke loud enough for him to hear me.
“Stop hating, Moni. How is it girls’ day and y’all got the boys with y’all? They must ain’t get the memo,” he joked back.
After finishing up at the tailor, we went to grab something to eat at Applebee’s next door. As soon as we were seated, two margaritas were set in front of us.
“Sorry, we didn’t order these, and she doesn’t drink,” I told the waitress.
Since Ciara had the twins, she wouldn’t touch any alcohol, especially while she was breastfeeding. Being a mommy brought out a side of her that I never thought I would see.
“My apologies, ma’am. I can take hers away or you can keep both. They are from that gentleman at the bar.”
I looked over at the bar, and Jakari was sitting there holding his shot glass up in our direction. I rolled my eyes and instantly got pissed off. He was looked very scraggly, and I hardly recognized him. I told Ciara that I had lost my appetite, and before we could get the twins together so we could leave, this raggedy ass nigga had walked up on us.
“Please don’t rush off so fast. Moni, please just let me talk to you for a minute. I know I’m the last person you wanna see, but I’m having a hard ass time. My life been fucked, yo’ since you walked out of it. You know I learned my lesson. Just hear me out,” he said, making my skin crawl as he tried to grab my hand.
“J, get the fuck out of here. Are you following her? It’s a strange coincidence that you on this side of town at the sametime as us. Please don’t get yourself hurt!” Ciara said as she pointed to the diaper bag on her side.
“Ciara, everything don’t gotta result in violence, I just want to talk to my girl,” he said, and I frowned.
“J, please stop doing this. I get all of your calls that you make to the work phone, and I see all of your DMs. I’m about to get married next month. You have to stop this. What we had was puppy love. We’ve both grown since then, I hope. You will always have a special place in my heart, and I’ve learned a lot from you. It just was never in the stars for us to be together. If you love me, let me go. Let me be happy and allow yourself to be happy.
“I’m tired of this, J. It’s really stressing me out, and due to all the shit your baby momma put me through, I can’t afford any more stress in my life. I’m having to go to therapy behind the drama you brought to my life. Just let me be!” I begged.
Ciara placed her hand over mine as I spoke. She was trying to calm and comfort me, but I was annoyed and tired. This nigga just wouldn’t stop. He rolled up on me looking like he hadn’t washed his ass in months and thought I was going to leave my family for him. The life I was now living could have been my life with him, but he chose to step out. That was not my problem.
“Look at me, Moni. I’m sick without you. I’m physically sick, man. My baby momma ran off and left our son after pretending to be dead. Keith died in jail, taking a charge for me. You left me for dead, and I have to watch and accept you be happy with another nigga. I’m fucked up right now. I need you.”
“What you need is to let me go. I’m done talking, Jakari. I’m sorry about Keith, I really am, but this gotta stop. If want me to press charges on you for stalking me, pop up to where I am or call my job again. Let that shit go. We are history,” I told him.
