Chapter 30 #2
If someone tried to hurt my baby… I would kill without hesitation. That realization scared and comforted me at the same time. Then knowing I had people in my life now who cared enough about me to go that far… meant something.
“I ain’t apologizing for none of that either,” Rellianah continued bluntly. “That’s why I stayed away. If you don’t want my friendship because of it, that’s fine.” She looked me directly in the eyes before continuing. “I’ll miss you… but I don’t kiss nobody’s ass except my own.”
She paused, then smirked.
“And sometimes my man’s ass if I need forgiveness.”
We both burst out laughing.
Just like that, the tension disappeared, and it felt like old times again.
“So where your baby daddy at?” She asked casually.
I blinked.
“How the hell you know that?” I frowned.
She looked at me like I was stupid.
“Girl please. Ever since your ass disappeared, that man been blowing my phone up. Asking if I talked to you yet.” She rolled her eyes.
“When y’all made up he called me and told me about it too. He sounded real happy.” Rellianah smiled.
My gaze dropped to the carpet. Guilt twisted in my chest. I hadn’t even given King a chance to explain himself. I just exploded and walked away.
“I fucked up,” I murmured quietly.
Rellianah smacked her lips.
“I swear people need to start paying me for therapy sessions.” She huffed out.
She leaned forward, her expression serious now.
“Look Layloni… King likes you. A lot.”
She pointed at my stomach.
“And men like him don’t know how to deal with feelings like that. He probably ain’t used to feeling half the shit you make him feel.” She sighed.
“Y’all gotta meet somewhere in the middle. If not for yourselves… then for that baby.” Her voice softened.
“I grew up in a broken home. Ain’t nothing sweet about that life. It messes with your head.” She tapped her temple.
“You know that. You came from one too.” She stated an in even tone.
“But King? He had both parents who loved him… and that got ripped away… So either take things slow and try to build something… or build a friendship strong enough to co-parent without destroying each other.” She suggested seriously.
I swallowed down her words because deep down… I knew she was right.
“I just want to be the only woman he deals with,” I admitted.
Rellianah chuckled, she leaned forward towards my coffee table and used a magazine to flick her ashes on.
“I gotta go soon,” she said, “but tomorrow my day off. We going out.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Before we have a girl’s day out, you need to talk with King face to face and express yourself. If you want that nigga to yourself, say that shit. Niggas don’t hesitate to tell you that the pussy belongs to only them when they deep in that shit.” she pointed at me firmly.
“Until y’all get an understanding, I’m recommending no sex.” She smirked mischievously.
I gasped.
She nodded seriously.
“I’m dead serious,” She smirked.
“As both of y’all appointed therapist and counselor with no pay I recommend no sex for about a month until the both of you can stop playing childish games.” She giggled like the shit was funny.
“Yeah, then his hoe ass might mess with somebody else…” my words trailed off.
Just thinking about King fucking somebody else pissed me off. It made me want to go upside his damn head.
“If he fuck somebody else, shoot that nigga in the foot or arm. It works like a charm.” She shrugged.
“I done shot Cream, and he done shot me… Our marriage is as strong as ever now.” She said seriously.
I covered my mouth in shock, that was some toxic shit to admit to. Rellianah was probably the wrong person to be going to advice for.
“Make him miss you,” she continued. “Make him understand you not playing. Both of y’all need to get a clear understanding.”
I nodded slowly.
The only problem was… whenever King was around me, my strength disappeared. That man made me want to do things I had never even thought about doing before. This was the last game I considered playing with him though. No sex. Either he stepped up… or I walked away.
Just as Rellianah stood up, someone knocked on the door again. She rolled her eyes.
“My time up.” She said with disappointment in her tone.
Then she muttered under her breath, “Let me leave before Kyle make me catch a charge.”
I laughed and walked over to hug her tight.
“Thank you, Relli,” I said sincerely.
She hugged me back.
“Next time don’t hide from me,” she said. “I’ll see your emotional pregnant ass tomorrow.”
She left just as quickly as she came.
I pulled my phone out and texted King, asking him to meet me tomorrow. Once I sent him my address, I headed to my room and climbed into bed. The second my eyes closed, my phone went off, it was Rellianah.
“I need my hair done,” she said immediately. “Tell that trifling hoe Shadonna to be at the shop by four tomorrow.” She hung up.
I burst out laughing as I pulled my phone out and went to my notes to write out my apology to Shadonna.
Rellianah couldn’t stand her… but somehow, she still trusted her to wash and blow-dry her hair every two weeks.
I laughed remembering how Shadonna told me how nervous Rellianah made her while doing her hair.
Rellianah’s hair was thick, long, and curly, stopping right at her thick hips. all the way down to her hips. She was Jamaican and Puerto Rican with a crazy texture of hair that made it hard for her to manage. Shadonna mastered it and did a great job detangling it.
Once I finished rereading over what I typed out to send to Shadonna, I copied and pasted it to our text thread then locked my phone.