“Ok. Well, thanks for the support. You can go home.” I said as I got up from the bed. He stood up too, his body close, barely missing mine. “You’re mad at me?”
“No,” I said. “I’m fine.” He could tell I wasn’t. He could still see the need in my hard nipples. He could see it dripping down my thighs. He could smell the pheromones that clung to my skin. “You should go.”
“Na, I brought us dinner.”
“I’m not hungry,” I said as I grabbed my panties and slid them back on. I went to the bathroom, hoping Cane would be gone when I returned.
He wasn’t. Instead, he was setting my food on the small dinner tray I had in my room.
He had bought my most recent cravings. A bag of salt and vinegar chips, ribeye steak, and mashed potatoes with sugar.
“Cane.” I exhaled. “You should go.”
“Na, you’re going to eat.”
“I said I’m not hungry.” My growling stomach begged to differ. I headed to the living room, hoping he didn’t hear it. I plopped down on the couch and folded my arms across my chest. My feelings were hurt, and I really couldn’t hide it. Being pregnant made everything I felt more intense. So far, I cried over having a stuffy nose. I cried when my mother ate my leftovers. I cried when we ran out of eggs. I even cried when I offered Cane ice cream, and he said no. Cane was so used to my tears that whenever they fell, he was right there to wipe them. Just like now.
Usually, he was calm and understanding, but tonight, he looked pissed. He pulled me from the couch and tossed me over his shoulder. “Cane, put me down,” I said.
He sat on the bed and moved me from his shoulder onto his lap. “Let me tell you something, Snow, and please let this be the last time I have to say this shit to you. You will never deny yourself or my children anything because you’re mad at me. You can have an attitude, but you’ll always take the money, the food, the support. You will take whatever it is that makes you and the babies’ lives better. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I frowned.
“Your little ass be having me all the way fucked up.” He mumbled as he grabbed the container of food. “Now eat.” He said as he put the spoon full of mashed potatoes into my mouth.
“I can feed myself.”
“Eat.” He said. When I realized he wouldn’t move the spoon, I opened my mouth. “Now I’ve got three babies to take care of.” He said.
I rolled my eyes but kept eating. The food was too damn good to keep my tantrum going.
I was hoping he would at least leave after dinner, but nope! He stayed. He insisted we had to binge-watch The Originals. For some reason, he thought Elijah and Nicklaus were perfect names for the twins.
Chapter 13
Cane: How are you feeling, Mama?
I looked at the message and put the phone right back down. I wasn’t over what happened last night, so I decided not to reply.
If I weren’t in my feelings, I’d complain to him about all of my new pregnancy symptoms. Which consisted of heartburn, aching breasts, and a wet ass pussy. Since I didn’t have a man to experience this water park, it was inconvenient. An inconvenience I washed down the drain.
After taking a long-drawn-out shower, I wrapped the towel around my body and headed to my bedroom.
Royal jumped up from the bed when I walked into the room. “How did you get in?” I asked as I tried to recover from the fright.
“Your mother let me in.”
I sucked my teeth. This woman would let the fucking devil in.
“Well, what are you doing here?” I asked as I looked him over. He looked good, like always. Royal was 6’1 about 200 pounds, with chestnut brown skin. He had a dark Caesar and a goatee.
For a minute, I forgot why we weren’t together. Today he wore a white T-shirt with gray sweatpants. Seeing his dick print hadme sucking in air. I hated how horny this pregnancy made me. I always felt so fucking needy.
“I came to bring you home. It’s been months. I gave you enough time to cool off.” He said.
“Na, you gave me enough time to move on.”
“How are you going to move on without giving me a chance to explain?”
