With a smile, I straddled him as I glanced over at the wet spot I left behind. Isaac gripped my waist as I eased down on his manhood. “Fuuuuckkkk, London. Baby, what the fuck?” he moaned as I moved up and down slowly.
If pregnant pussy was that good, I saw him trying to get me pregnant again immediately after I gave birth. Issac grabbed my hand and kissed my palm as he stared into my eyes. I had always heard the eyes were the windows to the soul. In his, I saw regret. I also saw sincerity. I wouldn’t promise that if I saw Miamor or that other skank or if I was reminded of his infidelity that I wouldn’t feel some kind of way. But I loved Isaac, and I was willing to give him one more chance.
I eased all the way up until only his tip was inside me before dropping all the way back down.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You embarrassing the fuck out of me.” His fingertips pressed harder into my skin. “Baby, fuck, baby this shit, got damn,” his body jerked as he came again.
I rolled off him breathing hard because I had to pee terribly. With the mess that was between my thighs, I had to shower immediately. By the time I was done, Issac had changed the sheets on the bed and was in the guest bathroom taking a shower. Pregnancy made it so the stairs in my home were not my friend. I walked over to the mini fridge I had put inside my bedroom and grabbed a bottle of water.
I sat on the bed Indian style and drank my water like a woman that had just run ten miles. Rubbing my belly with one hand in a circular motion, I sat in the silence and allowed myself to just feel. The moment didn’t seem wrong. There was no guilt or regret. I didn’t feel stupid or weak. Everything felt oddly right.
Isaac walked into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Hey. How you feeling?” I lowkey wanted to laugh because he looked afraid. Like he expected me to say we made a mistake.
“I feel good. How about you?”
“Scared as hell,” he admitted with a nervous chuckle. “Like you’re about to tell me to get out because all you wanted was a nut.”
That made me laugh. And I laughed hard. I had the upper hand and if I was petty, I would have used it to my advantage. “I’m not going to tell you to get out. I actually have to tell you something.”
Isaac walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. I was going to make the poor man have a heart attack. I’d never seen him look so nervous in his life.
“You were right.” His brows dipped in confusion. “About Omar trying to cry his way into some pussy. About a month after I left you, he started getting kind of flirty. I blocked him and haven’t heard from him since. I thought because I knew him thatyou were wrong about him. I’m sorry for making you feel like I cared about his feelings more than yours.”
“Baby, I don’t even care about that anymore. I know who you are. That’s why I married you. You’ve been the person that will give someone the shirt off your back since the day I met you. I’ve never seen you be mean to anyone unless they absolutely deserved it. I didn’t trust that nigga. But I should have known I could trust you. The shit I did was stupid as hell. In my feelings like a bitch, and I’m sorry.”
“I think we’ve both apologized way too many times. The best apology is changed behavior. I’m not moving back in the house until I have the baby. And I won’t bring up the past. But Isaac if yo”
“You don’t even have to say it,” he cut me off. “On everything I love you never have to worry about that shit again. You had me so sick a nigga couldn’t eat. I didn’t know heartbreak felt like that. I damn near wanted to die.”
I appreciated him being vulnerable, but I really needed Isaac to know that I wasn’t playing with his ass. Not at all. If I left him again for any reason it would be for good.
CHAPTER 15
JOSIE
“Huncho! What’s wrong?”I rushed after him after he stormed out of the reception.
He turned around gritting his back teeth together, hands shoved in his pockets. “My moms is in there drunk about to embarrass her damn self and Hymn. The fact that she can’t get it together pisses me the fuck off. What was the point of getting off heroin to become an alcoholic?”
I stared at him because I was trying to think of how to carefully word what I wanted to say to him. “Huncho…” my voice trailed off. “You’re far from an alcoholic. But you do use alcohol to cope, and I have seen you very intoxicated before. Is it too much to give your mom some grace?” I asked in a genuine tone.
Huncho pushed out an angry laugh. “I don’t have kids. She’s spent her entire adult life fucking up and neglecting her kids. Now, those same kids are supposed to have so much grace and understanding for her. Fuck outta here. She never had that shit for us. I’m out.”
Huncho stormed off, and I let him. I didn’t take his words personal. My mother was one of my best friends. I couldn’t relate to having dead beat parents, so I really couldn’t tell him how to feel. I hated the fact that his mother was such a trigger for him,but he would have to learn how to work that out. I turned to go back inside the venue, and Hymn was coming out.
“He left?” his eyes scanned the parking lot for signs of his brother.
“Yeah.” Huncho pushed out a deep sigh. “Go back inside and enjoy your day. Your mom is a soft spot for him. He’ll be okay.”
A sly grin stretched across Hymn’s face. “Don’t be putting that old lady snapper on my brother then ghosting him talking about you got strep throat and shit.”
“Bro!” I laughed hitting his arm. “I’m done with yo’ big headed ass.”
We walked back in the venue laughing, and I was glad that Hymn wasn’t letting family issues ruin his day. I walked back in to find Brion looking pale and weak. “Sister, you okay?”
“I have over done it. I’ve been on my feet too long and done too much today. I’m lightheaded a little.”
“Aight, we out. We’re going up to the suite. People don’t have to leave until they’re ready, but we’re out.” Huncho had walked up on the conversation, and he immediately went into protection mode. He was ready to whisk Brion away without telling anybody goodbye.
