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Wolf never asked me why Hitta put his hands on me. I guess it didn’t matter to him because nothing that I would say to him would justify what Hitta did. Even though he didn’t ask, I still volunteered it, just to kind of explain to him why I could empathize with what his mom was going through.

“How a nigga do you wrong, fuck another bitch, get her pregnant, but put his hands on you?” Wolf wanted to know.

“I brought up his mom. Something that’s a traumatic topic for him,” I said.

“That still don’t justify it. Nothing justifies what he did to you, and that’s why I never asked you what made him do that shit. It ain’t nothing you can say or do to me that’ll make me put my hands on you. I’ll never wrap my mind around a nigga being abusive towards women,” he said to me. I finished eating my food but continued to listen to him.

“You been pregnant before?” Wolf asked me, catching me off guard with his question. I didn’t want to lie, so I paused, looking him in his eyes, prepared to answer.

“Twice from him. The first time I had an abortion. The second time, I miscarried,” I told him.

“If you get pregnant by me, what you going to do?” he asked.

“I have options?” I asked, just to see what he would say.

“Nah. You actually only have one option and that’s to have it,” he explained, and I laughed.

“I don’t know, Wolf. My mind hasn’t gone that far. I’m back taking my pills, so we don’t have to worry about that. I’m not ready to stop dancing, and that’s why my mind doesn’t think about having children. You told me that if I get pregnant, I gotta stop dancing, so I’m going to make sure that I do my part, so that I don’t get pregnant,” I replied, knowing that that was going to be hard for me.

I sucked when it came to taking birth control. I wasn’t consistent. I set multiple alarms, yet I would still forget to get up and take my pills. Wolf and I have already crossed that line, where we’ve started having unprotected sex. He’ll pull out, but I knew that that wasn’t going to always be the case. Plus, I knew my mouth during sex. If a nigga is inside of me, hitting up against that spot, making my body feel good, I’m going to tell him not to pull out. That’s when those dangerous games came into play.

“Yeah, just make sure you continue doing your part because if you pop up pregnant, I don’t ever want you to say that you didn’t know that I was going to sit your ass down,” he said. As if it was bullshit that he was talking, I just waved him off and finished eating my food.

Wolf finished with his food as well, and Nico was long gone finished with his bottle. He’d dozed off in Wolf’s arm, so Wolf placed him against his chest, allowing his head to go into the crook of his neck, and proceeded to burping him.

“You must have the magic touch or something. My nephew isn’t friendly. He doesn’t typically go to strangers,” I said.

“I guess he can see how familiar his auntie is with me, so that’s why he likes me,” he said, having a comeback for everything.

I didn’t want Nico to get into a deep sleep because I still needed to give him a bath. Since that was the case, once I finished with my food, I stood up and took Nico from Wolf. Wolf told me to go ahead, and tend to the baby, and that he would handle the dishes. I grabbed Nico’s diaper bag and took him to the back. Since his little tub wasn’t over here, I had to give him a bath in the sink. Nico loved baths, and he loved getting his hair washed, so the entire time that he was in the sink, he was sitting there, cooing at me. He was tired too. Every time he would laugh, it was followed by a yawn, and him trying to close his eyes.

I took a few pictures, and videos of him, sending them to Nari, and once I finished, I wrapped his little body into a bath towel, and carried him out of the bathroom.

I already had his onesie, diaper, baby powder, and lotion on the bed, so it was easy to handle all of that, and put clothes on him. Once his clothes were on, I combed through his curls and placed one of his little knit caps on his head. Because he was already fed, I didn’t give him another bottle. All I did was sit on the ottoman chair, hold his little body in my arms, rocking him, and singing to him.

His little fist was holding my finger tightly, as he looked up at me with nothing but love in his eyes. He had the same big, dreamy brown eyes as his mother. I knew he couldn’t talk, but if he could, I’m sure he would tell me that he loved me. I saw the love. It was clear as day.

He was fighting the urge to stay up, and listen to me sing to him, but there was also an urge for him to fall asleep. As he began to doze off, Wolf walked in the room. Instead of coming over where we were, he stayed by the door, watching me with a smile on his face, as I continued humming, and rocking my nephew.

All it took was another five minutes or so, and Nico was knocked out. I waited until he was in a deep sleep to stand up with him. I walked over to the side of the bed, where I would typically sleep, and pulled the covers back. I placed him down on his back, surrounding him with pillows because I was about to shower, and I wanted my man to come watch.

Nico never stirred in his sleep. He lay there, as if he just worked a twelve-hour shift, and had to be up in the morning to do it all over again.

“What you about to do?” I asked Wolf, walking over to him, and pulling the string to the shorts he had on.

“Shit, whatever the fuck you need me to be doing,” he responded, and I smiled at that.

I looked around the room, and my eyes went for the accent chair that was in the corner. I had an idea.

Since there wasn’t a vanity chair in the bathroom, he would have to use the accent chair, so he could sit it in front of the shower and watch me.

“Grab that chair. Bring it in the bathroom. Watch me while I shower,” I said it so innocently, as I looked up at him.

I never had to repeat it. Wolf quickly went over to the corner of the room, grabbed the chair, and while he carried it over, I headed for the bathroom.

I cut the shower on, putting it on its hottest setting. As the water was heating up, Wolf walked in with the chair, sitting it directly in front of the shower like I’d told him to. Instead of going over to the counter to remove my clothes, I chose to stand right in front of his fine ass to strip. He sat there with his arms on the arm rest of the chair, legs spread apart, giving me plenty of room to stand in between them. The first thing I did was step out of my house shoes, pushing them out of the way. I removed my bottoms next, showing him the pretty cotton candy pink lace underwear I was wearing. His large hands reached around, putting them on my ass, jiggling my cheeks in his hands, and slapping it a couple of times.

I let him enjoy doing that for as long as he wanted to. He didn’t take his hands away from my ass until about two minutes later. From there, he leaned back in the chair, wanting me to go ahead and continue with the strip show that I was giving him. I slowly pulled my underwear off. He clapped his hands in appreciation once he got a closer look at fat ma. Although she hadn’t been rinsed off since this morning when I showered at the hospital, fat ma never has a scent. This pussy could get ate and stroked any time of the day. Wolf knew it too, and that’s why he sat here with this beautiful smile on his handsome face.