Chapter 30
Armias
It was officially Lourdes’ first Mother’s Day and she was turning up like it was her birthday.
She really wanted to be outside for the day, so we got a section at Benji’s uptown day club, Baylor’s.
They were known for their good food, potent drinks, and Sunday Funday parties.
With it being Mother’s Day, the club was packed.
The sections were huge and resembled Cabana’s at pool clubs, except there was no pool.
The lavish, upscale vibe came with steep section and bottle prices, making this one of the homie’s most expensive spots.
Witnessing my doll baby enjoy her day made it worth it, though.
I initially thought we’d do something with our baby today, but Lourdes shut that down immediately.
Her exact words were “I’m not spending my first Mother’s Day on baby duty.
I’m tryna turn up!” Hearing her loud and clear, I got Aspen and Aneesah to watch Alouri because Ms. Lucia had hit the streets with her friends today.
Apparently she had the same idea about Mother’s Day as her daughter.
I wasn’t mad at them or any other active parent who wanted Mother’s or Father’s Day child free.
Personally, I couldn’t wait to spend Father’s Day with my daughter.
“I BE FUCKING WITH HER BABY DADDY CAUSE HE FUCK WITH ME!” Denim screamed.
Her and Dream were Lourdes’ favorite people to be ratchet with, so of course she invited them.
Dream would have been here anyway though because I’d invited a bunch of my cousins, including Kai.
Him and Dream were still going strong and he was closer to convincing her of having his baby.
With the way she was throwing back shots it was evident that she still wasn’t pregnant.
“Damn, bitches is loud,” Lucky uttered in disgust while glaring Denim’s way. His dislike for Denim stemmed from the fact that she left him wherever he had her fucked up. My potna wasn’t used to women standing on business and not tolerating his shit.
“Man,” I laughed. “Stop hating on that girl.”
Denim caught him looking at her and her face screwed up as her eyes bugged. “Damn, all in my fucking face!”
I thought he’d say something disrespectful, but he smiled and walked over to her.
She maintained an attitude until he was directly in her face and then he pulled her away to a more secluded part of the section.
She was trying to hold back a smile, but I saw the lust in her eyes.
If they weren’t still fucking then they would be tonight.
“YOU IS NOT MY OPP! YOU JUST MAD ABOUT A NIGGA!” Every woman in the club screamed that shit, but I swear Lourdes was the loudest. She was really feeling those lyrics and I knew why.
She just didn’t know…the two people who had issues with her behind niggas were never going to bother her again.
I’d taken care of one. The other one was on borrowed time.
“You seeing this?” Qaylo nudged me, while laughing.
We were all keeping a watchful eye on our women, so I knew he was talking about Lourdes and Amil.
They were back to back when the beat dropped, so they were shaking their asses against each other.
They had surpassed tipsy and had on tall heels, which meant they couldn’t go too hard.
Lourdes knew better than to do the most in that short ass dress she was wearing.
I’d warned her that if she really wanted to cut up then she shouldn’t wear that, but when she got stuck on an outfit there was nothing no one could tell her.
Seeing how everything came together, I didn’t blame her.
The light pink dress stopped right under her ass cheeks, it was backless, and showed off the sides of her breasts.
The dress came with a matching bandana cap and she traded in her curly hair for straight, pink hair that touched her booty.
She rocked her sparkly Hello Kitty Chanel bag with platform pink Louboutins.
She was shining extra hard today because I broke the bank for her first Mother’s Day.
She said she wanted to be iced out and I took that to heart.
I’d laced her with diamond hoop earrings, a bust down, pink face rolex, and a pink diamond grill.
I thought I did the most with the grill and I wasn’t sure if she would wear it.
Grills were my thing and she never expressed interest in wanting one of her own.
But she didn’t hesitate to wear them today and she’d taken countless selfies with them in her mouth.
Evidently I’d done a good job with all the gifts I bought her.
“They doing the most,” I grinned. “I’ma let my doll baby live, though.”
“It is her first Mother’s Day,” he nodded. “Amil ass needs to chill, though. She been a mama since she was 18. This is her 10th Mother’s Day, so she needs to act like it and calm down.”
“Go tell her that,” Kyree laughed. I didn’t even think he was paying us any attention because he was just kissing Kamaria.
She had been dancing, too, but that nigga kept grabbing her up to hug and kiss her.
She was all happy and shit because she was drunk and he was being affectionate, so she probably thought it was all love on his end.
I didn’t doubt that it was or anything, but he was using affection as a tactic to stop her from dancing.
I didn’t blame him one bit, either. Kamaria was thicker than Lourdes and Amil, and that was saying a lot.
Growing up in the suburbs didn’t stop her from learning how to dance like a girl from the projects.
And unlike Lourdes, she wasn’t holding back because she was wearing Pucci capri leggings.
If he allowed her to really get loose he’d probably have to kill somebody.
“Mannn, I would but I’m trying for baby number 5 tonight, so I’m not gon’ ruffle her feathers.”
“Y’all niggas just be bored and making babies,” Kai grumbled.
“Aye, somebody’s gotta keep the Pierre bloodline going,” Kyree laughed.
“Boy, fuck you,” he snapped.
“Damn, jealousy don’t look good on you, cuzzo,” I chuckled.
“YES, COUSIN!!!! MAKE THEM ASS CHEEKS FIGHT, LO!” Amil shouted, garnering all of our attention.
I took my eyes off Lourdes for a few seconds to entertain my dumb ass cousins, but that’s all it took for her to climb up on the couch.
She hadn’t even bothered taking off her heels.
She was bent over, shaking her ass, and holding on to the top of the couch for balance.
She probably thought she wasn’t doing too much because Dream was holding down her dress.
But Dream wasn’t strong enough to hold all that ass back.
Her ass cheeks were fighting their hardest to be released.
“Yea nigga, you ain’t laughing now,” Kai chortled, taunting me.
I made a beeline over to them and I peeped Versace popping Lourdes on her thigh to warn her.
Lo probably thought she was bucking her up because she threw her ass harder.
At that point Denim had stepped in to help her sister hold Amil’s dress down.
When I made it over to them, I was smiling like everything was cool, so when I asked them to step back they did so with no problem.
Before her dress could pop up and reveal her round ass and pink thong, I swiftly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her off the couch while holding onto the bottom of her dress to keep it down.
When both of her feet were on the ground, I made her face me and I held onto her hips to pull her body into mine.
“You doing too fucking much. Chill,” I gritted while gazing directly into her eyes. That was usually enough for her to know that I wasn’t playing, but liquor made her ass think everything was a joke.
“Babyyy, I love youuu,” she tittered before literally jumping on me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, leaving me with no choice but to hold onto her crazy ass. Miraculously her dress had managed to stay over her ass and that was the only reason I was able to laugh.
“Man, what is wrong with you?” I grinned.
“Something wrong with me because I love you?”
“Something is wrong with you because you doing the most like you not wearing a dress. I told you not to wear this shit.”
“No body parts were exposed, dad,” she replied mockingly while grinning.
“It was too close for my liking. Unless you want to go home early then I suggest you watch yourself.”
“Keep talking to me like that then I’m gon’ ask to leave,” she smirked.
“Shit, I’ll curse your ass out if it’s making that pussy wet.”
“Alright, I ain’t say go that far. We’ll be in this bitch fighting if you say the wrong thing,” she giggled. “We’ll be right back on them tea pages.”
“Say no more. We gon’ both chill out.”
The dj made it easy for us to do that because he took a break from playing bounce music and switched over to rap.
Lourdes was sitting in my lap sipping on her fourth strawberry lemon drop.
Yea, I was counting. It was easy to keep track because the girls had ordered multiple lemon drop and mimosa towers.
I was hoping this was Lourdes’ last one or I was going to have to carry her ass out here.
I didn’t mind, but I was trying to fuck something when we got home.
She already had my dick hard as fuck, but then a Flo MIlli song she played out at home came on and she started grinding up against me.
“He totin' the Uzi, but he actin' real bougie.
I like to fight over dick, ho, don't get hit with the two-piece.
You know you can call if you need me. Tell me you ain't never ever leavin'. When I suck it, I look in your eyes. You better fuck me like you mean it….” She looked back so she could gaze into my eyes as she sang.
Those lyrics were coming at me too fast and she was winding her hips with a vengeance.
“You ready?”