My children’s father was calling me.
“Let it ring.” Khalil suggested, while his mouth remained on my clit.
“It could be important.” I reached for my phone, weakly. “Hello. Umm.”
“What the fuck...Where you at?” Jahrein asked, as my baby cried in the background.
“At home.” I attempted pushing Khalil's head away. He didn't budge.
“The fuck is you doing?” Jahrein badgered.
“Nothing.” I moaned, as Khalil continued to issue soft licks.
“Nothing? Shit, it sound like you nuttin'.” he fumed.
I sucked my teeth. “Yeah, right. I...I...was sleeeep.” Khalil had picked up the face, causing my body to tremble.
“Say, Raven, I don't know what type of fucking games you playing...”
“Jahrein.” I snatched away from Khalil. I decided to speak clearer. “I was sleep, but now you got my damn full attention. Now, why is the baby crying like that?”
He sat there silently for a second, but I could hear him breathing.
“Hello?”
Finally, he decided the talk. “Jahlero been crying none stop for about two hours. I think that he have a ear infection or some shit.”
“Did you try giving him some Tylenol?”
“Yeah, that didn’t work.”
“Damn, well maybe he needs to go to the emergency room.” I sighed, as I slid off the couch. Khalil wore a disappointed expression on his face.
“Yeah, that’s where I’m about to take him. I need you to meet me there.”
I headed for the bathroom. “Okay, where are you taking him?”
“To Southwest Herman Memorial.”
“Okay, I’ll be there.” I promised, as I hung up. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and couldn't miss the look of guilt written on my face.
“What’s going on? Is something wrong with one of the kids?” Khalil startled me.
“Yeah, my baby’s sick.” I felt so guilty for not being there for him at that very minute. My baby needed me and there I was clear across town.
“That’s fucked up. You need me to go with you?”
I gave him a look. He couldn’t have been serious. “No, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Yeah, you right.” Khalil nodded, but it seemed as though his feelings were hurt.
“We’ll just have to get together sometime next week.” I told him, as I stood on my tip toes to give him a kiss.
He palmed my ass. “Next week? Today is just Tuesday.”
“I know Khalil, but I usually stay at the house with my kids until one or later. I only come home earlier when you’re coming over. If I would’ve been over there, this whole thing probably could’ve been avoided.” I explained.
“I don’t know why you just don’t keep your kids over here.” he snapped, as I pulled away.
