Two Months Later…
think that I should go check on the boys,” I worried, as I laid across the bed.
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two months old, and the center of my universe, along with the girls. Since the day I’d had them, I’d been in love. They were identical, and the perfect mixture of me and Face with red skin, silky hair, big dimples, and long legs.
“Nah, they’re good. I just checked the camera. Britt got ‘em,” Face assured me.
“Okay,” I sighed, knowing that this was exactly why we’d hired a nanny. To give me a break.
Being that I naturally loved dealing with kids, I hesitated on enlisting extra help. I swore that I could handle it all.However, after a couple of weeks, I had to accept that I’d grossly underestimated
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how much work it would be to deal with two newborns, along with two other kids. Then the minute I spoke up, Face made it his number one priority to hire a highly recommended nanny.
Britt was in her forties, already had adult children, now worked for us full-time, and even had her own bedroom at our house. Face paid her handsomely, but those were my kids, so she was nothing more than my helpmate. Because I was still very much hands-on with all the kids. Which was why I’d sometimes worry, even if Britt was right in the other room with the babies.
Being a new mom was a lot. My body had gone through several changes, from gaining over twenty pounds to having more stretch marks, and I was still in disbelief that I’d given birth to two babies. Because just a little while ago, I honestly thought that I was barren. So, things were surreal, as I often found myself reflecting.
With a great support system, I was able to keep a sense of self. I had time to work out, and take long walks alone, which had helped me to drop all the extra weight.
Overall, I felt tremendously blessed, although that guilt of leaving Too Low would often creep up on me. Surprisingly, he’d gotten hired at a chemical plant, and was now making pretty good money. That meant that he’d actually listened, and had changed his life completely around. Which also reaffirmed what he’d claimed. He would’ve listened had I just put my foot down.
A couple of months ago, I’d learned that he had a girlfriend now. And I could be righteous and pretend that I was happy for him, but I wasn’t. This new girl was getting the version of Too Low that I had always prayed for. The one that worked a legal job, and the threat of going back to jail wasn’t constantly looming.
Then the nigga had the nerve to regularly have the girl in my apartment and that’s where I had to draw the line. I told himthat it was time to leave that apartment, and he did so without another word. And since then, we hadn’t spoken.
It was honestly weird to be living a life without Too Low in it. He was once literally my best friend, and sometimes I still had to
fight the urges to send him funny memes from social media or simply ask how he was doing. Still, I knew that us losing touch was for the best, although I didn’t particularly like it.
But make no mistake. I didn’t regret moving on with Face for a minute. It was just hard releasing what was once such a huge part of my life.
“Babi,didyouhearme?”
“Huh?” I lifted my head, snapping back to reality.
Face shook his head. “Where the hell did you drift off to?” I shrugged. “Somewhere far away.”
“Isee.”Hedivedintobedwithmeinallhisnakedglory. “What was you thinking about?”
I sighed. “Oh, nothing much. Just life and shit.”
“Life?” He repeated, as he smoothly straddled me, as I laid on my stomach naked. “What about it?” He massaged my ass.
“Just stuff.” I yawned. “But Face?” “Hmm?” He squeezed my cheeks.
“What made you wanna be with me? Out of all people.” “Honestly?”
“Yes.”
He chuckled. “That ass.”
I whipped my head around, and shoved him. “Why you gotta play so fucking much?”
“I aint playing,” he claimed with a hint of laughter in his voice. “You was beating that girl’s ass, literally. And all the while, that booty was jiggling like crazy. Then when you was walking off, after beating her ass, I peeped that strut was something serious. That ass, those hips, and those bowlegs are a lethal combination, I’m telling you. I couldn’t get you off mymind, and I had to go home and beat my meat three damn times. And told myself that I
