REASON
Isat in my office, remembering how happy Saje looked when she walked into our bedroom last night, like she was floating on top of the world.
That was the first time in a while I’d seen her look so carefree.
I watched her suspiciously as I wondered if she was finally coming to terms with the idea of us having a baby.
’Cause shit was about to get real in our home soon.
These past six months felt like there was a disconnect between my wife and me, and here I was thinking this process would’ve brought us closer.
I gave my baby grace because I knew she had her own issues, but I needed her to get on board because time was flying by.
Once I was done reminiscing about Saje, my thoughts went to Basheer.
He was pulling his weight at the network and handling my surrogacy dealings too.
As soon as Amara and Nehemiah gave him updates, he was on my line, giving me the deets.
I had increased his pay because of all he did to help Saje and me.
With our busy schedules, it probably would’ve been impossible to manage it all.
After shaking away my thoughts, I flipped through the album I had with all the ultrasound photos of our baby.
It was my own little collection, something that had become my peace while I was on the go.
Seeing how he or she was developing kept me grounded.
Until our baby was here, all I could do was imagine how it would feel when I finally held our child in my arms.
People at the office said I was overworking myself because of all the hours I put in, but they didn’t know it was all for a reason.
After my baby was born, I planned to take time off.
I wasn’t missing anything during my seed’s first year for nothing in this world, not even my career.
It ain’t like I didn’t have the means or funds to do so.
So, while I was able to make it, that’s what I would do.
I had given my life to UTN, and soon it would be time to give my all to my little one.
I pulled out the printout of the latest ultrasound from the plastic slot and ran my fingers across the image.
Compared to the previous ultrasound I’d received, he or she was getting big.
We still hadn’t found out what we were having because Saje and I were still trying to determine if we wanted to wait to find out the sex of the baby.
But anticipation was killing me. I was ready to know whether we were having a boy or girl.
My office phone rang, and Basheer’s name appeared on the caller ID, which only meant he was in his office.
“Yo?” I answered.
“I was checkin’ to see if you were here. I’m on my way.”
“Aight.”
Not even a minute later, Basheer barged into my office, went straight to my mini refrigerator, and grabbed a water bottle. “Nigga, don’t you have a stocked fridge in your office?” I leaned back in my chair, watching him.
“Yeah, but you got all this high class, expensive ass water in yo’ shit.”
I shook my head. “Whatever, man.”
He gulped down half the water before taking a seat.
“Have you had the chance to read over the ad sales, sponsorships, and distribution deals yet?”
“I haven’t gotten around to it, but I’ll do it before I leave the office.”
“Just reminding you, Bruh. I thought you might’ve forgotten about it.”
“Good looking out.” I pulled out my notepad and added the reminder to my long list of things I needed to get done. This task would get moved up to the top because I had to ensure the network always remained profitable.
I stood up, walked over to the window, and gazed into the calm bay.
“Nigga, what got you in deep thought?” Basheer’s loud voice interrupted my thoughts.
I turned to face him. “I need to holla at you ’bout something.”
Basheer twisted the top back on the now empty water bottle and gave me his full attention.
“How do I know if the woman carrying my child is doing what she’s supposed to be doing?”
He took a minute to respond.
“Bruh, I doubt that woman would jeopardize anything. She ain’t gotta worry ’bout shit while she’s carrying yo’ baby. Reason, the woman signed a contract. Why would anybody fuck that up? You’re funding her life.” Basheer’s eyes were wide as he slapped my desk.
“I’m funding a safe environment for my baby.”
“Yeah… Well, all I’m saying is I doubt anybody who got a fat check, got to quit their job, live in a nice place, get their groceries paid for, get pregnancy massages, and whatever else you been providing would do anything to fuck over a good thing.
I’m sure the woman is probably marveling in that shit.
Hopefully, she’s smart enough to save some money, because when yo’ baby is born, that’s it for her. ”
Basheer had a good point. I was making sure the stranger carrying my baby was living a good life, all funded by me.
I’d always dreamed that any woman who carried my baby would get nothing but queen treatment.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t my wife who was pregnant, but to make up for that, I still made it my responsibility that Saje never felt left out.
But I still wished she was the woman who was pregnant with my child.
I couldn’t stop some of the thoughts I had about not being able to kiss her pregnant belly, feeling my baby’s kicks, rubbing her belly until she fell asleep, waking up in the middle of the night to get her whatever cravings she had, massaging her body from head to toe, going to doctor appointments, attending Lamaze classes with her, having our paternity shoot, and witnessing my baby coming into this world.
All these thoughts, and none of them would become a reality.
I felt a way because I wanted this with Saje, but we would never have this experience together.
Suddenly, I blurted, “I’on give a fuck what you gotta do, Basheer. Find a way for me to meet the surrogate. I can’t continue the rest of this journey without laying eyes on the woman who is carrying my baby.”
I snatched my briefcase off my desk and rushed out. Basheer was right behind me.
“Reason! Bruh, what the fuck! I thought we went over this already.”
I kept walking briskly down the hall toward the elevator. I wasn’t taking “no” for an answer.
“Remember the contracts y’all both signed?”
“Fuck those contracts!” I barked as the elevator opened, leaving Basheer looking at me crazy as the elevator door closed in his face.
Later That Evening
I hadn’t heard from Basheer since my request, and he better not have hit me up until he was calling to tell me when and where I was meeting this woman.
Finally, I made it home after a long day in the office. I parked next to one of Saje’s trucks and rushed inside.
After leaving my shoes, keys, briefcase, and blazer at the door, I made my way to our bedroom.
Surprisingly, Saje was home early for once in I don’t know how long.
It seemed like she was always staying later than usual at work to film scenes.
She was dedicated to her craft, and I didn’t know another woman who worked as hard as she did.
I heard the shower running, and I took that as my cue to get naked and join her. All I wanted to do was slide up in Saje’s warm pussy. We needed intimacy, time to bond, and to feel each other. It had been a while, and I was horny as fuck for my wife.
I wanted and needed to fuck to release all the pent-up tension I had.
When I went to reach for the doorknob, it didn’t budge.
What the fuck?
In all the years we had been together, Saje had never locked the bathroom door while she showered. She looked forward to me walking in and fucking the shit out of her while I bent her over the tub or sink.
“Saje!” I yelled. “Why the fuck you got the door locked?”
When she didn’t answer, I jogged away to get something to pick the lock because I was getting in that muthafucka.
When I returned, Saje was exiting the bathroom, adjusting a towel around her wet hair. She jumped and screamed when she saw me.
“Argh! Reason! You scared the shit outta me! Why are you sweating and looking all crazy?” she questioned with her hand over her heart.
“You ain’t hear me calling out your name?” I still had the lockpick set in my hand, which she was now staring at. “Why did you have the door locked?”
“What do you mean? It wasn’t locked.”
“Saje, I wouldn’t be carrying this shit if it wasn’t.”
“Oh, I must not have realized I did that.” She giggled and removed the towel from around her, then grabbed the jar of cocoa butter Vaseline she used to lather her body. “I was wondering why you were carrying that thing around,” she continued to say.
Saje bent over, giving me access to see her pussy peeking at me from the back. My dick immediately bricked up at the sight of her fat cat.
Fuck, I can’t stay mad at her. She has a nigga thinking with his dick instead of his head.
I didn’t care that I hadn’t showered yet. Saje knew what the fuck she was doing.
She remained in that position, stalling for time by rubbing the thick mixture between her toes.
I got behind her and caressed her soft flesh.
Not bothering to remove my dress shirt, or anything else, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my suit pants, and freed my wood.
Saje balanced herself as I rubbed the head back and forth down her slit.
Her pussy began to juice up; I couldn’t wait to get that muthafucka and make it extra creamy. Saje tossed the jar of Vaseline across the floor and reached behind to spread herself open for me. I stepped back, admiring the pinkness of her folds.
“Put it in, baby. I can’t wait any longer,” she begged in a husky tone.
I covered her vagina hole with the tip of my dick.
Each stroke slow and calculated. Once my meat was entirely buried inside of her, I sped up.
My thrusts brought out sounds I never heard her make before.
I fucked my wife like it was our first time.
Her nectar lubricated my pole, giving it a nice shine.
“That’s right, baby girl, fuck this dick… this yo’ dick, Saje…”
“Yes, the fuck it is, daddyyy… you do me the best…”
“I better be the only nigga doin’ you.” I pumped faster, my eyes glued to her backside.
“Alwaysss, Reason… this yo’ fuckin’ pussyyy… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… this pussy ’bout to cum for youuu… Ahhh!” She threw her ass violently on my dick.
“Gimme that shit, Saje… Yup, baby… just like that,” I coached her, loving the feeling of her wetness making a mess everywhere.
My baby had gotten hers. Now it was my turn. I kept going, my nut building. Saje stayed bent over, spread open, and panting while her muscles gripped my dick, sucking out every drop of semen I had to give this round. My head fell back as I gripped her waist, releasing inside her.
When I was done, I slapped her ass and plopped on the bed. She didn’t take long to join me in bed. I would shower when I had the energy to get back up.
A nigga was ready to knock out. Saje’s pussy was that good.
A Few Days Later
“What do you mean you want to meet that bitch?” Saje’s fury seeped through her pores.
My eyes pierced deep into her. “What? You calling the woman who is carrying our baby a bitch?”
Anger filled her eyes. “All she is, is a gahdamn vessel for your seed. A fuckin’ stranger.”
“Saje,” I called out in a clear, firm voice, making her jump a little. “My seed? You mean, our baby.”
Saje pressed her thick lips into a thin line. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I’m just asking, why? We agreed that this entire process will be anonymous.”
She didn’t wait for a response; she hopped off the stool and went over to the wine cellar I recently had installed adjacent to our movie room.
My eyes followed her, trying to give myself my own understanding of what the fuck was going on with my wife.
The attitude she displayed lately only seemed to intensify the closer we got to meeting our child.
Saje grabbed a bottle of one of the most aged wines in our collection and popped the bottle open.
I kept my focus on her as she tilted the bottle and brought her lips to the opening.
With her face slightly scrunched up, she continued to drink.
More than half the bottle was gone before she came up for air.
Saje released a loud belch and set the bottle on top of the counter.
All that prissy, proper shit she usually did when she drank wine went out the door.
“Saje,” I coolly said her name. She had her fix, so I assumed she was good to talk now. “Tell me what’s going on with you. Every time I ask you ‘what’s wrong,’ you brush me off or say you’re good. I let it slide, but clearly, you’re not.”
Saje rested her arms under her breasts and gazed at me.
“Reason, I’m overwhelmed. It’s nothing serious, okay?
I’m trying to get used to the fact that things will be changing around here soon.
” She unfolded her arms, scratched an area under her eye, then deeply sighed.
“And now… Now you’re talking about meeting someone who’s able to give you something I couldn’t give you. ”
“Saje, baby.” Guilt crept in immediately. “Don’t think about it like that. Everything I do is for us. You’re enough, Saje.”
Her chin trembled, her eyes turning glassy with tears.
I wanted her to feel secure. I wanted the doubts in her mind to disappear.
Without another word, I stepped closer and pulled her into my arms. I held her tightly, close enough for her to feel what I struggled to say. If I couldn’t find the right words to soothe her, I hoped she could at least feel my love.
For a long moment, we stood there in silence, wrapped in each other.