It had been so long since I’d been inside of my baby that I wanted to pack my shit and live in her pussy. Naomi had been on an emotional high, but not in a good way. Every little thing made her cry and she hardly moved out of the bed. She thought I didn’t know that she was faking being sick, but I hadn’t heard her throw up one time. I let her have her moment because this was something scary for her.
Thinking I was cheering her up, one day I went to the store and started buying baby things. Crib, baby bag, and it was monogramed with SMITH on it, bottles, wipes, and diapers. I got back to the house to show her how good of a baby daddy I had been all day, and she flipped.
“Siiin, no!” Naomi dragged as she ruffled through the many bags I had placed at her feet. I left the big stuff in the truck, so I could surprise her with it later.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Did I get the wrong size diapers? The lady at the store told me to get all sizes. I even got Pull-ups.”
“Tell that bitch to mind her fucking business the next time. Everyone knows it’s bad luck to buy things for the baby too early. I’ve always heard that, and I believe it. Vick’s momwould always bring over clothes for the baby as soon as I found out I was pregnant, then boom, I’m not pregnant anymore.”
“That just some stupidstition. You can’t believe that happened because of some baby clothes.”
“The fuck is stupidstition?” She paused to ask me.
“You know that shit like it’s bad luck if a black cat crosses your path. Or if you step on a crack, you'll break yo’ mama’s back.”
“Are you being serious right now, Sin? I’m over here about to lose my mind because you just jinxed me and now you are saying stupidstition when it’s superstition.”
“It’s stupid for anyone to believe that shit, which is why I call it that, Baby.”
Standing to her feet, Naomi wiped her tears then looked at me with death in her eyes.
“Take it all back!”
“What? Hell nah. Do I look like a nigga that returns shit?” I retorted. She had me fucked up.
“You look like one, today. Take it back, Sin, and I mean it. When it’s time to buy things, we will... together but it’s too soon. Maybe when I’m out of my second trimester, then I’ll feel safe but right now, I won’t accept anything and that’s final. And that bag is ugly as hell. Who you think about to walk around with a gun-shaped diaper bag?”
“I was trying to be creative. You know Smith and Wesson is a gun, so I had them stitch SMITH on it. On some play on words type of shit. Plus, I need muthafuckas to know that fuckin’ with chu’ or my shawty, they gon’ get bodied.”
“Ugly.” She looked at me with a straight face before climbing back in bed and turning her back to me. “By the time I wake up, I need it all gone.” Her stubborn ass had me fucked up.
It was gone alright. Right to Brooklyn’s house because who the fuck finna take all that shit back, and that diaper bag cost me agrip. When she was ready to start buying, I’d pick it up from his crib.
That right there, told me that my baby needed that girls time today. I couldn’t have her stressing, so whatever I needed to do to make sure she and my baby was straight, I’d forever do that shit.
Unlocking the door, I walked into the house being pitch black. This was my crib, and that shit still had me pulling my gun out. Not about to catch me slipping. Easing the jar of pickles down on the table, I headed up the stairs to make sure ain’t nobody combo-napped my family.
Niggas tried to get a two-for-one deal all the time, and this shit ain’t no different. Once I hit the bedroom door, my beam scanned the room before I did.
“Sin! Put that shit down,” my baby said.
“You in here alone?”
Easing in, I cocked my shit, ready to blow some shit back.
“What? Who else is supposed to be in here? Sin, for real, stop before you shoot me.”
“This could be a set up. This house dawk as shit and you want me to trust you enough to just put my gun down. You already trapped me with this kid, you could be trying to trap me and take all my money out the safe. I’m telling you now, it’s cameras in here too, and they on night vision. Keep playing. I ain’t committed a crime in a minute. Fuck around and find out how much I wanna go back to the streets.”
The lights flipped on, and Naomi stood next to me in the sexiest lingerie I'd ever seen on a pregnant woman. Her little baby bump was slightly showing, and that shit was even more sexy on her.
“Who trapped you, Sin?” Naomi crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her neck like she was really waiting on an answer.
“The woman with my shawty inside of her right now. The pussy good, so I ain’t wanna say nothing.”
Before I could move, she popped my ass in the arm. Swiftly, I picked her up and walked her over to the bed. I nudged my face into her neck, making her laugh.
“Baby, baby stop!” she squealed while trying her best to get out of my arms.
