Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Surah
If God wanted me to change my life, he didn’t have to let me touch death to do it.
He could’ve just sent a sister a nudge, not a bullet.
Now I couldn’t see life the same and all of the What If’s continued to fog up my mind.
Mentally I was fucked up while physically my wounds were beginning to close.
There were no more surgeries needed and I was grateful for that.
I needed to fully heal. I was finally back working, but still not living out of my own place.
Mari refused to let me go home, not that I ever fought him on it.
I guess you could say this experience made me need him in a way that I never needed anyone.
Namari’s presence and nearness made me breathe easier, shit his arms were what got me through the hardest moments of my life.
For a while, every time I closed my eyes that day was stuck in my mind.
The day that I almost lost my life haunted me like a wronged spirit.
Shaking my head, I focused back on the image in front of me.
I had just finished a shoot and I was more than ready to go home, but I wanted to edit my images before I left.
I was no longer up the street from my studio, now I was forty-five minutes to an hour away.
Once I left the city for the day I never came back.
I was gone and that was that, because not only was the drive horrid, but the man I was sleeping with would curse my ass out in a heartbeat.
Namari didn’t care for the city at all after everything, shit he didn’t even pull up on the block with his guys anymore.
He’s with me… All the time. There was nothing wrong with that, but I think I worried him a lot and I hated that.
Even now, I knew that he was on his way to pick me up so that we could go wherever, which most nearly meant home.
Home where he would treat me like I’m fragile physically, but straight up speak his mind.
It was cute, but I needed him to go back there.
I needed the rough sex without a second thought back, but I didn’t know how to ask for it.
If you asked me I felt fine and I was healed, but to him I was still in recovery.
Little did he realize I was ready to be nasty, matter of fact I was going to make it clear tonight that I needed him in that way as well.
My thoughts dispersed when I heard what sounded like the door opening behind me. Couldn’t be though, because unless a person had the code they weren’t getting in here and the only person with the code besides Ommy had just told me he was ten minutes away.
“You ready to go, wife?” His voice and presence behind me nearly scared me out of my skin.
“I thought you were ten minutes away.” I turned around to see Namari’s fine ass posted up in the doorway. I couldn’t help but steal a picture. He hated pictures.
“What did I tell you about that shit? And I told you that about fifteen minutes ago. Where is your brain, baby?” he asked, walking up on me.
“In the gutter.” I sat my camera on the table next to me before he was within arm’s reach.
“What do you mean, gutter?” He was confused and I had the biggest smirk on my face. “Stop fucking around and tell me what the hell you’re talking about.”
“I want to have sex. I need like a week of the nastiest sex known to man. I’m talking like infant scare type sex.” My expression was serious while I spoke because I needed him to know exactly where I was coming from. “And no don’t you say anything about me healing or my health in general I’m goo—”
His lips against mine halted the whole spill that I had been practicing since he said he was on his way. Then when he pulled back he had a smirk on his face. “Then why the fuck yeen packed?”
His response made my eyes damn near pop from my skull before I moved out of his space and went to get my purse and laptop.
He hadn’t said anything but a word. I was more than ready to go home and get bent up like an Auntie Annie’s pretzel.
I wasn’t too out of shape, because ever since the doctors had given me clearance to move around, I had been going to my yoga classes faithfully even though I had Ommy, my mother and Namari telling me to sit my ass down.
The ride home was long and not the good kind of long, but the Little Caesars hot and ready on the wait type of long. It almost had me wanting to whip his dick out and test his attention span, but who was I kidding? If I did that both of our asses would be on the side of the road dead.
When we did finally make it to his house, we barely made it past the front door fully clothed let alone to the second floor.
We settled for the big, beautiful stairs that lead up to the bedroom.
It was so erotic the way he gripped my ass cheeks and controlled my movements while I tried my hardest to ride him into oblivion on those stairs.
That wasn’t enough, because right after the stair sex he carried me into the master washroom, and we had what would be considered the nastiest shower sex of all time.
It definitely didn’t stop there, but we had definitely accomplished the goal that I set forth for us. Nasty pregnancy scare type sex…CHECK!
Ommy
I woke up this morning to an empty house.
North had taken my son with him, and Niema went to the mall with one of friends.
Everyone seemed busy, which left me in this big ass house alone.
I wasn’t really used to this, but here I was, home alone and feigning to finally go tell my father my news.
I don’t know why I hadn’t been in such a rush to tell him, but I guess it was more about me needing to come to grips with it myself.
Now I had come to grips with it, but I didn’t know what to say to my dad.
Instead of lying in bed and thinking about going to talk to him any longer, I got dressed myself and got ready to go to him.
It didn’t take me long, because I had already been up for a minute, but I had gone back to sleep.
I have been exhausted lately. I opted for a comfortable look, especially because I didn’t feel like putting on anything too tight.
Then I brushed my hair into a bun then walked through the house looking for my purse.
It took me a minute, but when I found it, I was out of the door, but not before North was on my line.
“Where are you going?” he asked the moment I answered.
“To finally tell my father that you knocked me up. You wanna meet me there?”
He chuckled. “Nah, I’ll let you handle that. Me and lil’ man are on the way home right now.”
“Are you now? What did y’all do this morning?” I genuinely wanted to know.
“Lil’ shit. Went to the pet store, got some food, chec—”
“Pet store? Why did you go to the pet store?” I questioned. He tried to cruise past that part, but I had to get him.
“To buy a dog. Keep up with a conversation, baby. Messiah picked out a pup. I told you the plans.” He spoke like I was slow, and this was something that we had already talked about.
“And when did we talk about this?” I had to have forgotten about this conversation.
“Last night when we were in the closet.”
“Before or after you… you know.” I had to choose my words wisely, because I knew he talked with his phone on speaker and my baby was likely listening.
He chuckled. “After. I know when to talk to you.”
Now it was my turn to laugh because he was so slick. “At least tell me what type of dog he picked out.”
“A lil’ English. I didn’t wanna get him anything aggressive or none of those lil’ furballs.”
I nodded. “And you bought all the stuff necessary for him to be properly trained and taken care of?”
“No shit, baby mama. I signed up for that training program for eight weeks.”
“Good.” I talked to him all the way until I pulled up to my father’s gates.
Then I assured him that I’d be there soon.
The thing is I needed to talk to my father because it was unlike not me to.
I sat in the car for a minute just biding my time before I finally worked up the courage to get out.
To my surprise the moment I walked in the door there he was seated on the sofa staring in the direction of the car that I had just exited.
“You sat out in that car for about thirty minutes before you decided to come in here. Is it something that you want to talk about, baby girl?” My father’s eyes were on me the moment I walked in the house.
“Damn. We’re stalking right now old man?” I quizzed.
“Yeah, especially when I feel like my daughter has been missing in action.”
I laughed. “I haven’t been missing in action. I just saw you a few days ago.”
“And that was brief. You were dropping off Ssiah. Matter of fact, where is Ssiah?”
“He’s with North. I felt like I needed to come talk to you about something.
” I walked around and took a seat at the table in front of him.
I’ve never been this nervous around my father.
I literally felt like I was sweating from every pore in my body, the shit was strange.
As a matter of fact, I wasn’t even this nervous when I told him that I was pregnant with Ssiah.
I was more so stuck on the situation and not really paying attention to his reaction.
“With North, huh?” my father asked with a smirk. “What is it that we need to talk about then? Is it North? That’s serio—”
“Serious enough, I’m pregnant.”
“Yes, very serious I see. And how did he take it?”
“He took it better than me. Why did both you and Knoxx ask how he took it? Was he supposed to take it wrong or something?” I was confused.
“I don’t know about your brother, but I ask because I need to ensure that North is treating you right.”
A giggle escaped my lips. “Then why didn’t you just ask that? North is great, I’m the problem.”
I guess that statement earned a laugh from my father. “The problem, huh?”