“Trayvon! Don’t make me put soap on your tongue, boy!” my moms yelled from the background.
“My bad, Mama Glo.”
“Man. I thought you had a couple more months, G?”
“Nah, they let a nigga out early. I come to see my best friend, only to find out he out of town playing stepdaddy and shi—stuff.” He corrected himself. “Let me step out on the porch ’fore Mama end up poppin’ me in my mouth.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Damn, brodie. I wish I knew you were coming home this soon. I had a whole party set up for your return.”
“That can be pushed back now. When you coming back?”
“I’ll be back in town Friday.”
“Yeah, I heard you started some babysitting company. Yo’ ass know you love kids.”
“It’s a nanny agency, foo’. Can’t blame me for loving kids when you in the house with the woman who made me this way.” We both laughed. “I missed you, bro. Can’t wait to see you.”
“Missed you too, man. I hope you got me a stable of hos, bottles of Ace, and a year’s supply of condoms, because I’m about to smut all them hos out!”
I laughed. “I got you, bro.”
“Baye-Baye!” Carlee’s little voice called out to me.
“I’m coming, Lee Bear!” I yelled back. “Text me your number, gang. I’ma hit you later tonight to catch up.”
“No doubt. Have fun with your new family.”
“Fuck outta here.” We laughed. “Glad you home, G.”
“Same, man. I’ll talk to you later. Gotta go run down on one of my baby mamas.”
I frowned in confusion. “Nigga, what?—”
“Aye, mind ya business. One.” He hung up as I laughed, feeling good now that my homie was back outside. Trayvon had always been the ‘take no shit’ type of nigga. Just like me, he didn’t like to be disrespected, and that was what happened one night at a kickback we attended in Southfield. Some big-shot, football-playing-ass nigga who played for the Detroit Dubbs decided to get buck with Tray because his girl was choosing. I guess nigga thought that because he was famous, Tray was supposed to bow down to him or some shit. Tray, being who he was, beat his ass and put the pistol to his head. Cops got called, and my nigga ended up spending five years for assault with a deadly weapon.
I tried everything I could to get him out, but the judge wasn’t having it after the pussy-ass “victim” pressed charges. It was fucked up, but I made sure my guy was comfortable in there and kept his books stacked. Now that he was back home, I planned to celebrate his return the right way.
I hurriedly put on my swim trunks and white tank, then headed out of the room. Alicia and the kids sat in the hallway on the bench, waiting for me. When Alicia stood, I fought hard not to lick my fucking lips. The all-white two-piece she wore had those round-ass titties sitting up just right. Her stomach was flat but had the marks that gave away her birthing three kids. Those sharp-ass hips were sticking out, and that fat pussy-print was teasing my senses.
Fuck.
This woman was going to make me break all the fucking rules and cross all boundaries. I just knew that pussy tasted like something sweet. I ran my tongue across my teeth and diverted my gaze to Chloe and Carsyn.
“Y’all ready to go swim?”
“Yeah!” they yelled excitedly. They were always excited, and I loved that for them, especially after being walked out on by their extra-terrestrial-looking-ass daddy.
“Let’s gooo!” I yelled, taking Carlee from her moms and tossing her in the air. Her little laughs filled the hall as we all traveled down the stairs and outside to the pool. I didn’t know what Ms. Alicia was trying to do, but if she kept this shit up, things were going to get a little more interesting ’round here.
I sat poolside,sipping my lemonade, as I watched Basil play in the pool with the kids. The sun was shining brightly, the kids were happy, and the weather was perfect. Seeing the smiles on my babies’ faces warmed my heart and made the tension in my chest loosen up a bit. I always worried about them. I always worried whether they were getting enough love and attention from me; I didn’t want to lack in any part of their lives.
I didn’t know what the hell was happening between Basil and me, but I could feel something shifting in our dynamic. I wasn’t trying to entice or seduce him, but I could admit that I did want to see if I still hadit, that I could still turn heads when I dressed up and was outside of my work clothes.
I saw the look in his eyes this morning and again when he came out of his room. I should have put on my cover-up, but I didn’t want to. There were so many things I had missed in my marriage, like being admired, desired, loved properly, and wanted. I tried to keep myself up after birthing my children because I wanted to keep the same body I had before I started having them. I wasn’t the size twelve I used to be, but they gaveme more curves than I had before and stretch marks I didn’t ask for, but overall, my body was still fit since I worked out.
Leo never had an issue with the way I looked. It was the kids he suddenly detached from, and while detaching from them, he was detaching from me too. I didn’t realize he blamed me for having his children, since he kept getting me pregnant, pretending to be happy, when all along, he regretted us all.
Who the fuck didn’t want to have children with their wife?
