Chapter 27 #2
I shifted Prestyn gently onto his blanket, making sure he was comfortable before I picked up the phone. I didn’t go through my man’s phone, and I damn sure never felt the need to answer it before, but tonight I was feeling something different.
I swiped to answer. “Hello?”
There was a short pause, then a familiar voice came through. “Um… who is this?”
I raised my brows. “Who the hell is this?” I already knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it.
“I’m looking for Pressure,” she said, bold like she had a right to make that request.
I let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, well, he won’t be coming to the phone. This is Pluto. We’ve met, remember?”
“I know who you are,” Ka’mari said flatly.
My irritation rose quick. “If you know who I am, then you should know better than to be calling my fiancé’s phone.”
“Does he have a problem with me calling?” she asked, her tone slick like she was testing me.
That was it. I smirked and said, “Bitch, I got a problem with it. Now get the fuck off my nigga’s line.” Then I hung up.
I sat there for a second, my heart beating fast, staring at the phone like it might light up again, and I wanted it to. I wanted her to try it one more time so I could let her have it again. But the call didn’t come. I took a slow breath, and picked my son back up, just to calm my damn nerves.
About forty minutes later, I heard the door open. Pressure walked in smelling like cologne and cigars, his shirt unbuttoned with that relaxed look on his face that always did something to me. I didn’t say anything at first. I just handed him his phone.
He took it, glancing at me with confusion before unlocking it. I could tell by the way his eyes flicked over my face that he knew something was up.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked.
I crossed my arms. “Ka’mari called your phone.”
He didn’t flinch. He just looked at me like I’d said something regular. “I don’t know why the fuck she callin’ my phone,” he said casually. “We don’t talk.”
“Then why her number still saved?” I asked, tilting my head.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know, baby. I just never deleted it.”
I gave him that look, the one that said he was walking a thin line.
He smirked. “So, what you want me to do? Call her back and curse her out?”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “Matter of fact, I do.”
Pressure shook his head, that slow grin forming on his lips. “You somethin’ else, baby. Chill.”
He leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my face away. He chuckled under his breath, then bent down to kiss Prestyn’s cheek. “My lil’ man out cold, huh?” he said.
I didn’t answer. He scooted closer to me, his breath brushing my neck. “Baby, chill,” he whispered. “You know I only love you.”
“That’s not the point,” I said. “She shouldn’t even have access to you. That’s disrespectful.”
He nodded, still calm. “You right. I’ll call her.”
He sighed and pressed her number. When she answered, he hit speaker.
“Pressure?” she said, her voice smaller now. “Hey… how you been?”
“Great,” he said, his tone cool. “Got another baby on the way with Pluto.”
There was silence before she said, “That’s amazing. I–”
“Don’t call my phone no more,” Pressure cut in. “Ain’t nothin’ left for us to talk about.”
Before anyone could say another word, I leaned forward and snapped, “You heard what the fuck he said, bitch. Don’t call back.” Then I hit end myself.
Pressure stared at me, shaking his head with that grin again. “You a mess,” he said, laughing as he opened his contacts. He went straight to Ka’mari’s name, deleted her number, and hit block.
Satisfied, I leaned back against the headboard while he tossed his phone onto the dresser. He leaned down, kissing me slow. “I love you, baby.”
I grabbed his face, tugging lightly at his beard. “I love you too.”
A few minutes later, I carried Prestyn across the hall to his room and laid him in his crib.
When I came back, Pressure was in the shower.
I stripped down and joined him. The hot water hit my skin, and when he turned to look at me, his expression softened.
We washed each other slow with no words needed.
By the time we got out, the mansion was silent. We climbed into bed, and he pulled me close, wrapping his arm around me.
“The day turned out cool as hell,” he whispered in a sleepy tone, his lips brushing the side of my face.
“Yeah,” I replied, smiling to myself. “I still can’t believe we’re having another boy.”
He chuckled low. “Another lil’ me,” he said, his hand sliding to my stomach. “My boys gon’ run this whole damn world one day.”
I laughed softly. “I just knew it was a girl.”
“I did too,” he admitted, kissing my shoulder. “But a queen like you can only make kings.”
His words melted through me. He kept rubbing slow circles over my stomach, his palm big and warm. Then his lips found my neck, and he started sucking lightly, dragging his tongue across my skin. It wasn’t about sex. It was just him loving on me the way he always did when he was in his peace.
I smiled and leaned forward, kissing him slow while his hand stayed on my stomach. The night felt warm and full. Between the love we shared, the life we’d built, and the little one growing inside me, everything felt exactly how it was meant to be.
And even though I went off earlier, deep down I knew one thing for sure. Pressure was mine now, and I wasn’t letting no bitch from the past change that.