“Man, calm all shit down. If you would’ve let me finish, then it would’ve made sense.”
“Okay,” she huffed. “Continue.”
“Yeah.” I licked my lips. “Like I said, I have five kids with Raven. So, me and Raven coming to a end means that my kids are in the middle of that. It would affect them. So, Ion give a fuck what a muthafucka say. A nigga who tries to stand on principle when he’s dead wrong is a nigga who was ready to leave his family, regardless. The fuck I look like forcing Raven into a uncomfortable space by demanding that she accept my outside baby? Or better yet, the fuck I look like removing myself out of the home where I got five kids, because my wife don’t accept your one? Who’s really fucking winning in that equation? Cause aint no way in hell can I be present like that withsixkids, and Ion live under the same roof with none of ‘em. I guess that I’m supposed to be miserable. Raven is supposed to be miserable. The kids are supposed to be miserable. As long as JJ gets acknowledged. Of all people in this equation, the only person who shouldn’t have to make adjustments is you? And if we decide to be selfish and put ourselves first, then we wrong? Nah.” I shook my head, getting pissed just thinking about it. “Fuck that. On some real shit, you better pray that Raven never finds out. Cause if you ruin my life, then you’ll be raising JJ completely on your own.”
“You muthafucka!” She gritted, before swinging at me.
I grabbed her hand mid-swing, because I wasn’t about to go home and explain why my face was bruised up. There’s no way that Raven would miss that, and would want answers. “Say, keep your hands to your fucking self!”
“No!” She shouted. “I can’t believe the shit that just came out of your fucking mouth. The fuck is wrong with you?!”
I flung her hand back across the console. “Man, look, clearly you can’t handle the truth. So, don’t ask next time. Now, it’s time to get the fuck outta my truck.”
“Tuh. I aint going no fucking where.” She folded her arms under her breasts.
“Oh, you getting out,” I contended.
“No, I’m not.”
With sudden fury, I yoked her up. “You got me fucked up,” I spat, as I opened my door, before snatching her entire body across the console.
“Jah!” She screeched, wildly kicking her feet, as I literally dragged her out of my truck.
“Fuck that!” I snarled, while dragging her onto the concrete. “I’m tired of going back and forth with you.” I fumed, before dropping back into the driver’s seat of my SUV.
Tyra was struggling to climb to her feet, while my door was already closed, and the Benz was in drive.
“I can’t believe you—” Tyra ranted, but I didn’t hear everything, because I was already pulling off, calling Raven’s phone, trying to see where the fuck she was at.
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“Man, what fuck?” I mumbled, as Raven flounced in front of my Benz, while I was parked in the driveway.
After blowing her line down, she’d eventually answered and told me that her and the kids had gone down the street to Jay Rock and Paris’s house. Paris was Raven’s friend from 5thWard, and in recent times, they’d been hanging out more often, especially since we now lived in the same area. For me, I always encouraged Raven to reconnect with the girls she knew before me, because they were mostly realer in terms of being a good friend to her. So, I fully embraced her relationship with Paris. Plus, her nigga Jay Rock was cooler than a fan, and we’d genuinely developed our own friendship, outside of our women. He was a hustler too, and I supposed that like recognized like.
All of that meant that I didn’t really trip about Raven hanging at Paris’s. Even with the kids. But Raven had just had our fifth baby, just four weeks prior. So, I honestly didn’t expect her to venture too far off without me. Still, I knew that she was far from a homebody, which was why I had intended to take her out for a few to help her feel normal again. But her being her, she’d gotten tired of sitting at home, and hadn’t bothered putting on real clothes. Which indicated that she was very much still in the postpartum stage. Because every-day Raven would’ve never left the house like that. Even if she was just going down the street.
Rocking a pair of my Ralph Lauren boxers rolled up around her waist, along with a sports bra, she looked like she’d just rolled out of bed. Her hair sat at the crown of her head, bundled up in a extremely messy bun. She was in her thickest form, which I loved. She never really gained much weight with pregnancyand would drop it all, after having the babies. Still, there were certain aspects of her body that were more pronounced, right after she’d give birth. Especially those titties, thighs, hips, and ass. In fact, her swollen titties were literally leaving wet stains on her sports bra, because the milk hadn’t dried up yet.
She was definitely on her bum shit, but still had my dick rock hard. The essence of carrying my baby was still all over, which would always be the biggest turn on for me.
“What, nigga?” She grumbled, as she pulled the passenger’s door open, and slid into the car. Immediately, her natural scent filled the car, enticing my senses. “Why did you pop up at these people’s house?”
I cut my eyes at her. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am.” She bucked her eyes.
“Why the fuck wasn’t you answering the phone?” I nicked her lip.
“Because, nigga.” She swatted my hand away. “I got five fucking kids. They be all over the damn place. Running off with my phone. Hollering. Dropping shit everywhere. You yourself know that, but always seem to forget when you’re away from them.”
“Cause I be with y’all. So, my phone be irrelevant. Duh.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever, nigga.”
“What’s up with all these niggas you calling me?”
“Cause. You was talking big shit in those texts. Threatening me and shit. So, we aint cool, right now.”
