8
After shopping all afternoon with Nia, I had come back home, fixed me a glass of wine, and ran me a nice bubble bath; the perfect end to my day.
I damn near dozed off in the tub, after finishing off half a bottle of Stella Rosa.
Getting out, I dried off and had a towel wrapped around my hair drying my hair as I walked back into my room.
Not even looking, I walked into my room walking right into a hard body.
"Arggh," I screamed jumping back. I damn near peed on myself before I calmed down and realized an intruder hadn't broken in, it was just my crazy ass on-again, off-again boyfriend, Kenneth. Listening to Nia's ass with that all looking over my shoulder bullshit had made me paranoid.
"I thought I told you to return my key," I said pushing past him further into my room.
I know, I gave Cam's ass a hard time bout moving in and us being a family.
And, this whole time, I had a boyfriend, well, not the entire time because I had just met Kenneth about a year and a half ago.
It had been damn near six months since I'd seen him, but he suddenly hit me up about a month ago and we had picked back up where we'd left off.
However, I had clearly forgotten how crazy, jealous and possessive he could be which is why last week I broke up with him again.
"I know you not still mad baby, I said a nigga was sorry," he said.
"Oh? And sorry for what exactly? Breaking my phone?
Putting an air tag on my car? Or accusing me of fuckin' with the nigga who came and mounted my tv?"
I said rolling my eyes as I put my pajamas on.
I sure knew how to pick them, big dick but not wrapped too tightly.
Only difference between Kenneth and Cam, that dick may have come with problems, but it didn't come with the type of craziness Kenneth brought.
Like nigga only bitches posed to be crazy, checking phones, stalking social media, and bugging cars and shit.
It's cute when we do it, it's certifiable when a nigga does it.
"All of the above," he said walking up on me as I took a step back until I bumped into my bed.
"I'm not for your shit," I said as he looked me up and down like a man who hadn't eaten in weeks, months even. It's sad how weak I was or easily persuaded when good sex was involved.
"I missed your sexy ass. Nigga been thinking bout you all day. You and that good ass pussy. I need a taste," he said pushing my shoulder making me fall back on my bed.
Grabbing a hold of the shorts I had just put on, he pulled them down before dropping to his knees.
He grabbed both of my thighs and spread them apart before kissing on my inner thigh.
I knew I should kick his ass out and stop this before it went further, but hell who was I to turn down some head?
Lightly licking my pussy with just the tip of his tongue teasing me while he reached up and grabbed one of my nipples rolling it around his finger.
"I'll stab you in your neck if you don't suck this pussy," I said aggressively shoving his head down as he practically sucked my entire pussy into his mouth.
"Fuckkk," I moaned as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
I didn't realize how much I needed release until now.
Kenneth had a way of eating my pussy that made me feel like I was in another world.
If I could chop his tongue off and keep it in my nightstand I would.
The combination of that and his goatee rubbing my pussy always had my hips thrusting up fucking his face.
"Ride this tongue like you bout to be riding this dick soon," Kenneth said lifting his face up but keeping his long ass tongue out looking up at me.
He inserted one then two fingers into me, before smirking at me, spitting on my pussy and going back to work.
All I could do is clamp my thighs down on his head and enjoy the ride.
It didn't take me long before I was nuttin' all in his mouth.
"Oh my God fuck," I said riding the high out until my legs stopped shaking.
Standing up with my juices dripping from his bearded goatee, Kenneth didn't bother to wipe his face as he bent down and tongue kissed me down.
And just like that, we was back together.
If my nigga said he sorry, I believe him.
"Baby, I need you to do me a favor. Do you think you can do that?" Kenneth asked me as he broke our kiss.
"What you need, baby?" I asked.
"Well," he said.
"Tell me. I promise I'll do it," I said, knowing that I would.
"I need you to tell me everything you know about your baby daddy organization and his business relations with Reaper."
"So what you want to do is practice your breathing, because that's the most important step when going into labor and it helps ensure a successful, healthy delivery," the Lamaze instructor said.
I was on the floor of Khaizon's room on a yoga mat that I'd had Ms. Gwen buy me, doing everything this lady on the screen said.
Ever since the shooting and hospital scare, I had basically unofficially moved in.
Whereas before I may have slept here a lot, but I still lived with Lyric.
I wasn't necessarily mad about the new arrangement, but I was tired of Khaizon's ass.
He seems to be on edge lately and I'm not saying he taking it out on me, but I think it's making his ass overly focus on me.
Not to mention he's really taking everything the doctor suggested to heart.
I could barely pee without his drill sergeant ass on me.
I'm so happy when Dr. Patel came by yesterday and checked me, she said that everything was looking good with my placenta and the abruption was healing nicely.
She also told me that if things continue on this path then in about two more weeks we could discuss an induction date.
However, if I could safely deliver tomorrow I would.
I had never in my life been so bored, bed rest sounds like a vacation until you're actually on it.
I had watched every show worth watching.
Ordered so much stuff online for my baby half of which she didn't need or would even use.
And even watched every delivery horror story online that I could find.
That's how I had found out about this Lamaze course that I was currently doing.
I figured it would be helpful to have control of my breathing for the next time I had to go through that traumatizing experience again.
It prolly would have been better doing this in a live session, but Khaizon was at his limit as it was with having strangers in the house. And honestly they ass barely wanted to be here with his crazy ass to begin with. Anyway, thank God for YouTube cuz this would have to do.
"Put one hand on your chest and the other over your abdomen. This is to ensure you're doing the exercise properly," the instructor said snapping me out of my daydreaming.
"Breathe in slow, and imagine your stomach is a balloon." The instructor said.
I breathed in slowly, mimicking her movements.
However, when I let it out, not only did a little pee trickle out, but I farted loud as fuck as well.
That was another thing that annoyed me just as much as still being pregnant; not having full control of my body.
I be farting my ass off, and I sadly have peed on myself twice because I was slow to make it to the bathroom.
That's why I was kinda annoyed I was here with Khaizon.
Like who the fuck wanna be round this bitch pissy and passing gas round they nigga?
But the way he didn't even judge me, was making me slowly fall in love with him.
Although he did talk about my ass, but his playful jokes were much different from the cruel hateful mean shit Cam used to say.
Pausing the video, I rocked back and forth trying to build up enough momentum to get my big ass up off the floor.
With this pink Moomoo, and rosy pink cheeks, I knew I looked like that damn blob from Dragon Ball Z.
Or a damn big ass Teletubby. It took me a few minutes to finally get up, and make it to the bathroom.
And, by the time I had walked back out and sat back down, my ass was breathing like I had just run in the Boston Marathon.
Closing my eyes, I decided to take this opportunity to practice my breathing lessons I had just learned.
But this time when I took a deep breath, I was gone make sure it was only air I was letting out.
"The fuck you doing on the floor?" Khaizon said walking into the room instantly scaring the shit out of me.
"Damn you can't be walking up on me like that. You do know it's such a thing as a scared bladder. I almost peed on myself," I said with my hand over my chest.
"Ok let's try this again, what are you doing out of bed and on the floor? And where the fuck is Ms. Gwen at if you needed help with something? Her ass bout to be fired," he said.
"Calm down grinch, I'm doing a Lamaze class practicing on my breathing," I said.
"And why the fuck am I the grinch?" He asked laughing.
"Because yo ass didn't steal Christmas but you did steal everything else. This house is like a damn sad ass prison camp graveyard. You threatened all the staff telling them they couldn't even laugh loud so as not to disturb me. To the point they don't even talk to my ass for fear of you.
I'm on bedrest not no damn hospice care," I said rolling my eyes at him.
"Roll them bitches again," he said acting like Debo. Shit right now I was feeling like Smokey though cuz I most definitely was gone roll my eyes again, only when he left though. Laughing to myself I returned my focus back to the tv as I unpaused the video.
"Again why are you on the floor Journi?" Khaizon asked.
"Didn't I say I was doing this class? You come in here interrupting my peace bothering me," I said because he was looking at me like a kid that was caught stealing cookies in the kitchen.
"I heard that part smart ass, but what the fuck is you on the floor? You can't breathe in the bed? That looks like some of the strenuous activities you not allowed to do," he said.
"Either get down here and join me like the fathers in the video or shut the fuck up talking to me," I said knowing his ass wouldn't get on the floor with me.
Seeing how the fathers were sitting behind the expectant mommies breathing with them did have some type of emotions flowing through me temporarily, but I shook it off.
I felt Khaizon staring at me as I got into the next position like the instructor was demonstrating.