REASON
Eventually, people bend the rules when money is involved.
That was the case with Nehemiah and Amara.
It took some convincing, and a few thousand dollars later, Basheer told me the surrogate would attend the gender reveal under one condition.
She didn’t ask for more money or anything materialistic.
All she wanted was for her daughter to be with her, which I had no problem with.
It made me have mad respect for a woman I didn’t know.
Saje’s reaction, on the other hand, was the opposite of mine. Lately, she had a problem with everything, and this situation was just another thing added to the list. Our conversation, or should I say, argument, replayed in my mind like it happened yesterday instead of just days ago.
Saje glared at me, nose flaring, and her chest heaved rapidly up and down.
“That’s not our fuckin’ problem. Are we the fuckin’ help?
That’s why we gave the bitch one hundred thousand dollars.
” A light sprinkle of spit flew out of her mouth.
“You’re telling me you don’t think she could pay someone to watch her kid? ”
I stood up, still looking at her, feeling the muscles in my jaw flex. “You’re being irrational. Saje, listen to the shit you’re saying?”
“Reason, I don’t give a shit about what the fuck I'm saying. She doesn’t need to bring her damn child. Actually, I don’t even think it’s necessary for us to meet her. I only agreed to that bullshit because you wouldn’t shut up about it.”
My eyes pierced Saje like she had lost her muthafuckin’ mind. “What the fuck done got into you?” I moved closer, getting in her face. The way she was acting didn’t make sense to me. All this because the surrogate wanted to have her daughter with her.
“Saje…”
“Saje, nothing,” she interrupted.
I slammed Saje onto the bed, surprising her and myself. “Shut the fuck up.” I was never aggressive with her unless I was drilling her insides. “This woman is helping us bring our firstborn into this world. The least we can do is grant her the simple request to bring her child.”
I had Saje pinned down, staring into her eyes. She turned away from my gaze with her face made up. I bet she wasn’t going to say shit else.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you besides what I already know. And I’ve given you grace and have tried to be understanding of your situation. But I’m not accepting the way you tryna go hard on a woman who is risking her life to create life.”
Saje pulled her lips in tightly, like she was trying her hardest not to say anything.
I continued. “I’m going to give you more time to process this, but I’m moving forward with the gender reveal.
I gave you plenty of chances to tell me you didn’t want to do this, and each time you said, ‘Go ahead,’ and that’s what I’m gon’ do.
I’ma hit up Nehemiah or Amara and let them know the woman can bring her daughter. ”
I loosened my grip on her arms when I felt her shifting uncomfortably under me. I wasn’t trying to hurt her; I just wanted to get through to her. And it seemed like this was the only way.
“I’ll give you a choice to attend the gender reveal or not, but you are going to respect whoever is in attendance. If you know you can’t do that, then you don’t gotta be there.”
It hurt me like hell to tell my wife that because we were supposed to be in this together. But she was acting like she wanted no parts of this process. Maybe I was crazy to think we were on the same page.
Deep down, I wanted to be wrong, but only time would tell.
I released Saje and got off the bed. She took the opportunity to hop off our bed and run out of our room in tears.
The memory of this moment had me in my head. Though it had been days since, I still felt the effects of the argument, and since then, Saje had been avoiding me.
Would this surrogacy journey make or break us?
We were close to the end, and we had never been so distanced in all the years we’d been married.
I gulped down the hard liquor I was holding and ran my hand over my face like I wanted this motion to wash away the heaviness I felt. Despite everything, I still looked forward to one thing, and that was to hold my baby.
I picked up my phone from my desk and called Basheer.
“Bruh,” he answered. “Wasn’t you supposed to call back days ago?”
“Nigga. Don’t talk to me like I’m yo’ bitch.”
“Here you go.” He laughed. “Anyway, what’s good?”
“Go ahead and call the event planner I told you ’bout the other day. Have her start planning the gender reveal.”
“Coo, I’ma hit her up now.”
“Bet.”
“Is there anything else any of you would like to add, or anything you need from me?” I looked around the room at my team, who felt more like family than employees. Everyone shook their heads.
I always liked to gather everyone to share updates. Sometimes I checked in to see if they were doing well, had any concerns, or wanted to get anything off their chests.
As everyone got up to leave, my new secretary, Stephanie, entered the room.
“Sorry to disturb you, Mr. St. Pierre.”
“It’s all good, Stephanie. What’s going on?” I set my briefcase back on the conference table and gave her my attention.
“Your wife is in your office, and she said it’s an emergency.”
I immediately rushed out of the room and sprinted to my office.
I said a silent prayer, hoping the emergency had nothing to do with our unborn baby.
During the meeting, my phone was off, and I hadn’t checked it since, so if anyone tried to get through to me, they would’ve gone straight to voicemail.
I pulled the door open with full force, expecting to see my wife looking distraught or her face wet with tears.
Instead, Saje sat on top of my empty desk, which I assumed she cleared off prior to this.
Her black trench was unbuttoned, and her naked, voluptuous body glistened underneath.
The custom lights in my office illuminated Saje’s gold metallic painted toenails that peeked out from her open toe heels.
My baby looks good as fuck.
I realized my office door was still wide open, so I quickly shut the door before anyone could pass by and see my wife’s sexy ass body.
“Saje, I’m guessing there’s no real emergency.”
She smiled seductively. “Of course, there is.”
I raised my eyebrows, unable to stop gazing between her thighs. That fat muthafucka was sitting pretty. All I could do was imagine myself spreading her lips apart with the tip of my dick and making myself feel at home inside her.
“What’s the emergency?” I inched closer, ready to be up close and personal with her pussy.
“There are two things I need to say to you, my love. First, it’s a must that I apologize for the way I’ve been behaving.
I guess I’ve been acting somewhat like a bitch lately.
Everything has been so overstimulating. I know it’s no excuse for my actions, but I couldn’t wait a moment longer to say that I’m sorry. ”
“And what about the surrogate and our baby? Do you care to discuss that?”
Saje looked puzzled as she scooted closer to the edge of my desk. “What about ’em?”
I drew my brows together.
“Oh, my bad, baby. I’m trippin’.” She giggled. “I’m ready to thank the lady who is blessing us with our lil’ sweet bundle of joy. This gender reveal is going to be epic. Did you already find a planner, or would you like me to handle it from here?”
Finally, my wife seemed like she was fully on board.
Maybe we were going to be good after all. Maybe this was just a test and a little bump in the road.
This was nothing we couldn’t get through together.
“Nah. I got it covered. All you need to do is make sure yo’ beautiful ass shows up to our gender reveal. That’s all I need from you, baby.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Saje slowly stood and came closer. When she was directly in front of me, she dropped the trench coat to the floor and watched it puddle around her.
Then, she got down on her knees, unbuckled my belt and pants, and freed my wood.
She didn’t have to do too much. My shit was already rock solid and aiming at her mouth.
My wife didn’t let another minute go by.
She stuck her tongue out, and her wet muscle glided across the head of my dick.
Saje looked up at me. “And the second thing I wanted to say…” she paused to suck the tip before she continued, “… is how bad I’ve been wanting to swallow your dick…
” She moaned, getting turned on by pleasing me.
“I miss… feeling you in my throat, baby.”
I glanced down and watched Saje put her hand between her legs, and then she stroked my dick with the other hand, all while she continued massaging the tip with her warm mouth.
Saje had my knees buckling and eyes crossing like a muthafucka. I gripped her head to balance myself. As if she sensed me getting weak, she guided me toward my desk and waited for me to grab the edge of the glass. She did all this with my meat still stuffed inside her mouth.
I continued to grab the edge of the desk as Saje’s head moved smoothly back and forth.
Every inch of my dick was well lubricated.
Spit spilled from the corners of her lips.
Seeing that made me brick up more than I already was.
Saje removed her hand from between her legs and wiped the saliva that dripped from her chin.
Then, she began to play with her pussy again.
Watching her every move gave me a burst of energy, and I pounded into her grill. Only because I knew she could handle the shit. This type of behavior was right up her alley. My nut was right there begging to be released into her mouth.
“You suckin’ the fuck outta this dick, Saje…” I gritted my teeth, doubting I’d be able to contain myself much longer.
Nut shot out from my tool into my baby’s hungry trap.
Saje stayed on her knees, looking up at me while every drop of semen disappeared down her throat.
“Gahdamn, woman.” I let out a deep breath.
I hadn’t realized how much I needed that until now.
Saje rose to her feet, cleaned off her mouth with the back of her hand, slipped into her trench coat, and headed toward the door.
“I’ll see you later, my love. I hope you have enough energy left for later. That’s when the real fun will begin.”
She winked at me and walked out, leaving me with a freshly drained and limp dick.
“Fuck,” I mumbled.
I went to lock my office door and headed to the bathroom to shower. I still had a couple of meetings to attend. Then, I would be speeding home to Saje.