8 #2
"Remember mommies you should focus on controlling your breathing. That's the most important step during the labor and delivery process. Your ability to steady your breathing and just focus on that alone," the instructor said.
"Deep breath in, and let it out," I said as I felt Khaizon sitting down behind me on the mat.
"What you doing?" I asked him looking over my shoulder at him.
"Same thing them niggas on the tv doing. Now hush and pay attention," he said, pulling me back into him before wrapping both arms around me. He put one hand on my belly while the other slid down my leg and went up my Moomoo.
"Hey that ain't what the fuck they doing on the screen," I said trying to push his hand away.
"This the remix," his crazy ass said as he slid my panties to the side.
"Stop it I need to focus, cuz you not gone be doing this while I'm in labor," I said.
"And how come I'm not?" He asked serious as hell.
"Because if you think you gone have your hands all in my pussy while I'm actively trying to push a human being out, I'm definitely calling the police," I said laughing.
"Ain't no bitch ass pig gone tell me what the fuck I can and can't do to my woman. Fuck around and get his bitch ass fucked up," Khaizon said and I knew his ass was serious.
We did a few more exercises for another twenty minutes before I got tired and Khaizon helped me up and back to bed.
Although I was tired, I was far from sleepy.
"I got a few calls to make then I'll go get you some food," Khaizon said handing me the remote control.
"Ok baby," I said as he just stared at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Say it again," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Baby," he said in a low husky tone.
"Go yo freaky ass on," I said laughing.
"I'm just saying, no sex don't mean no fun. I'll still fold yo ass up like a pretzel and eat that muthafucka till you shaking and crying," he said as I felt myself instantly get turned on.
We both just stared at each other for a second before he smirked and walked out of the room.
I flipped through channels for about half an hour before I got bored with that and got up to grab stuff to give myself a pedicure and paint my toes while I could still see them.
I've been meaning to get them done for about a month now but all I had managed to do was pop some press on toe nails on for the party.
I had some foot mask packs and that's what I put on to save time on scrubbing or soaking. After I was finished with that, I picked out a polish and propped my foot up on the bed pulling it as close to my body as I could get it.
"Bitch you always doing shit," I mumbled as I begin the tedious task of trying to get the polish on my toes correctly.
The problem wasn't my fat ass swollen feet, it was the big ass stomach preventing me from turning my feet straight.
Instead of just having polish on my big toe, I had splashes on my skin, and the polish I did do was runny.
"Fuck," I said digging into the caddy beside me grabbing a cotton ball and polish remover.
"Yo ass has an inability to sit still, you know that?" Khaizon said walking back into the room carrying bags of food in his hand.
"And I do. But I needed my feet done because they was crusty and every time I rubbed my feet together I felt like a fire was bout to start," I said laughing as I wiped the polish off to start over.
"Not to mention them long ass toes been cutting the fuck out of me in my sleep," Khaizon said laughing as he sat the food down on the bedside table.
"Nigga you got me fucked up, my toe nails was not that long," I said laughing.
"Whatever I got you that nasty ass tourist pasta you like," he said.
"What the hell is tourist pasta?" I asked.
"That's the overpriced shit they feed tourist. That ain't authentic New York pasta," he said.
"I don't care I like it," I said laughing because even though I wasn't a tourist, I've never visited New York, so the first time I went to Manhattan with Lyric and had this pasta I fell in love with it.
"I'm not hungry right now. I'll eat some when I finish this since I've already started," I said as I went back to concentrating extra hard on painting my big toe. I was treating this shit like I was an artist painting the Mona Lisa or something.
"Give me that before you get it all over the bed," Khaizon said taking the bottle out of my hand.
"I got it," I said, reaching for it.
"You don't," he said taking his jacket off throwing it across the bed before rolling his sleeves up. Khaizon then sat down before me, grabbed both my ankles and set my feet in his lap.
"Khaizon, you don't have to do that," I said.
"Woman, quit telling me what I don't have to do," he said, already shaking the bottle up.
"I seen the Chinese lady do this one time when I went with Big Momma so it can't be that hard."
He said. He grabbed my foot in his hand, and started painting the same toe that I had previously struggled with.
It did something to me to see this crazy ass psycho nigga who really was a borderline psychopath, doing something so simple as polishing my toes.
We sat there like that in silence for a few minutes until I cleared my throat.
"How was your day?" I asked him.
"Busy as hell, but nothing I couldn't handle. All I got left to do is payroll and ima get that did tonight. I been getting a lot of shit cleared up because I don't plan on being as busy when baby girl get here. Shit been crazy in these streets but that's not anything I'm tryna get into," he said.
"You need help with stuff?" I asked.
"Stuff like what?" He asked pausing what he was doing looking up at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Like anything. I can be very helpful. I was with Cam for years so I know how to break down bricks and cook them," I said as his entire face morphed into one of pure rage as he clenched his teeth like he was struggling to hold himself back.
Putting the top back on the polish, he moved my feet so that they were hanging over the edge of the bed. Standing up, he sat the bottle down on the nightstand before turning to me and saying,
"Let me stop you right there, me and that nigga not on the same level, so don't put us in the same sentence. I'm not some worker ass niggas cooking up rocks and selling baggies on the block. I move weight by the truckload. I would never need help from my woman, that's what I pay niggas for,
" He said pinching the bridge of his nose to calm himself down.
I've seen him angry before, it's just rare that anger is directed towards me.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to make you mad. I just wanted to be useful that's all. I know something has been stressing you out lately, I can see it in your actions," I said.
He didn't say anything just stared at me for a few seconds before sitting back in the bed.
He then reached over, scooped my ass up in his arms like I wasn't big as a house, and sat me sideways on his lap.
I opened my mouth to say something but he took that opportunity to kiss me passionately.
We had a five minute make out session before he broke the kiss and said.
"Ma I'm not mad that you asked to help. I appreciate that you down to ride for a nigga. I'm mad that nigga did some bitch ass shit by letting you cook that shit up. No real nigga would have his woman anywhere near that shit; that's some shit you let a throw away bitch you don't give a fuck bout do.
I'll never involve you in anything dangerous. Your only job is to look good as fuck, take care of our baby, occasionally cook if you still want to when our daughter is born. And lastly and most importantly, fuck me twice a day. Well ok only once cuz you might be tired from such a long day.
But I at least expect to eat that pussy every night and that's non negotiable. That's it, that's all you need to do. If you want to do anything else, we'll discuss that after our baby is older. You can be my secretary or some shit, help me with payroll.
Both of which are very high positions and the pay is great," he said before capturing my lips in another kiss before I could even respond to all that.