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“Ain’t no muthafuckin’ tires five grand but I’ll send it to you. How the hell you get my number anyway?”
Your mama gave it to me,” I said before hanging up in his face.
I don’t care how many times he changed his number, he wasn’t going to be able to forget me. He had me saved in his phone under a water emoji. Summer could have him as long as when I called, he brought the dick to me. I pulled out of my garage and went on about my day. It was bitches like Sumer that thought she could ruin a bitch day but she was only taking money out her house when she fucked my shit up. I had good insurance on my cars. I didn’t need his money but it gave me great satisfaction to take from her.
That’s just like she thought Ms. Mae was her best damn friend, but I learned you couldn’t trust niggas’ mama’s either. Whoever the nigga fucking with at the time is who the family fuck with. If Summer took the time to stop beefing with me then I could teach her dumb ass a few things. Poor thing thought Law was going to stop fucking around with me, she was a damn fool. I don’t care what she did at home; I was deep throating unlike any other bitch.
26. SUMMER
Days like today were painful. Rainy days made me feel like the world was crumbling and I couldn’t figure out why I was crying so much today. I was so ready to get this baby out of me so I could have my body back. Every day I got out of bed bigger than I was the day before. Law would always tell me how beautiful I was, but I didn’t feel beautiful at all. My hair was thick and wild, my face was breaking out and I couldn’t fit shit in my closet.
“What you did today?” Law asked, grabbing an apple as he watched me intensely.
“Does it look like I did anything? I was barely able to get my fat ass out of bed and cook. Why are you asking me questions?”
“Nothing. I can’t ask my future wife what she did all day?”
He wasn’t slick. He was trying to see if I went and busted that bitch tires out. You damn right I did. I blame Lauryn Hill for my bout with depression and the damn rain. Earlier, I was sitting here listening to Pandora radio, Lauryn’s song the Ex-Factor came on and the tears started flowing thinking about Law showing up to my place with a condom still on his dick, him talking to her on the phone in traffic and then the recording.
I got my pregnant ass up and drove to her house and released all that energy out on the tires of her car before I pulled off and brought my ass home to cook my man a nice meal. It was childish as fuck once I got home, but it made me feel a little better. Really, nothing would make me feel better until she was dead. She was going to always be in the back of my damn mind.
“Your hair is wet.” He kissed the nape of my neck.
“I took a shower. Now, could you give me a little space while I fix your plate?”
“Nah, I got it. Go sit down and I’ll serve you.”
“You don’t have to do that. Can you let me do what I enjoy doing before you let another bitch do that?”
“Here we go. Where your keys at. I left something in your car.”
Shit! I could not let him go to my car. Then he would know my ass left the house for sure.
“What you need? I’ll go get it.”
“What you gon’ do? Fix the plate or go to the car?”
“I’ll go to the car and fix the damn plates. What the fuck is your problem?”
“You lying is my problem, but fuck it. I don’t need shit out your car, just fix my damn plate and sit your lying ass the fuck down somewhere before you lose my damn baby.”
“What the fuck you mean, I’m lying? What have I done now?”
“You know I hate that shit. I thought we were starting over?”
“We are.”
“So, tell me why you lying about not going anywhere and I know the truth already?”
“Nigga, if you know the truth then why the fuck you questioning me?”
“This my last time telling you to leave that damn girl alone.”
“Fuck her and everything she stands for. Since you sitting your ass here taking up for her, take your ass over there and eat.”
I moved away from the table and a sharp pain hit me out of nowhere. My hand instantly went to my stomach as the pain ripped through my body again. It didn’t take Law long to jump into action and scoop me up.
“I’m tired of arguing with you about resting. If you do anything else dumb, I swear I’ll tell your doctor the fucking shit you doing so you can be put on bed rest in the hospital. Think I’m playing if you want to.” He placed me in the bed and pulled the cover up over me. “Give the pains an hour. If they keep on, then we’re going to the hospital. I’ll be downstairs because obviously we can’t get along right now.”
