Chapter 5 #2
“Ahh hell nah, Bri!” PJ huffed. “Now you know she’s over here doing the most with this man.”
Bri hunched her shoulders. “I was just trying to make it easier on my girl. If a bell is what she needed then hell, ding-a-ling... a-ling... ling....”
“Yo’ ass is crazy.” I laughed while getting off the barstool to answer the door. Seeing that it was three ladies with tables, I opened it wide to let them in.
“Hey, come in.”
“Thank you,” one of them spoke as they stepped in. “Where can we set up?”
“The living room is big enough for the tables to be side by side. So, in there is fine.” I pointed towards the room.
“We have you guys down for three maternity massages, correct?” the other one asked, causing all of us pause to look at each other.
“Umm, no sweet baby, don’t wish that bad juju on me.
It’s just her who’s pregnant.” She nodded towards me.
“I am not about to put my life on hold for a hollin’ baby.
No ma’am that’s all her.” Pen’s comment caused a frown to stretch across my face while Bri rose to her feet and walked into the living room.
“I can help you guys get set up if you need me to,” Bri told them, just to get away from the daggers I was shooting at my sister with my eyes.
I wasn’t going to address it now, but we were definitely going to talk about what she had just said.
If I wasn’t feeling like shit already for even allowing myself to get into this situation knowing my body couldn’t hold a kid, I was feeling like it now.
The comment gave off a lot of, she’s the stupid one, not me vibes, and I’ain like that shit one bit, since she feels like I gave up my career for a baby.
Time came and went, and we all enjoyed every minute of it.
The guys kept checking in, and I think Sin could tell even through the text messages that I was a little irritated by something.
PJ’s words kept barreling through my mind and made the massage, unwanted.
Knowing how she felt made me want to climb back into bed and stay there.
“Everything was delicious, thank you,” I told the chef as he packed up, and the girls agreed.
“It was,” my sister added. “We’ll need you to come back one day soon.”
After thanking them again, they finished cleaning up then headed out the door.
Instead of waiting, I decided to jump right into what had been bothering me.
“PJ,” I called out as soon as I locked the door behind the chef and his crew.
“Ah hell!” Bri let out a fake yawn. “I think I should go. I'm getting so tired.”
“Nope, sit.” I pointed to the chair.
“Damn, what’s problem?” PJ questioned as she came around the corner with her purse, thinking she was about to leave.
“You are! Of all people, my sister is the problem.”
PJ glanced off towards Bri for answers.
“What did I do?”
“Don’t put that bad juju on me, she’s the one puttin’ her life on hold for a hollin’ baby,” Mocking her had me even more upset at her words.
“Is that how you really feel, like I'm throwing my life away?” I was on the brink of tears.
“If no one else was supposed to be supportive and happy for me, I figured my sister would be the first and only one to do so.”
“I don’t think that, and I didn’t mean to say it in that type of way.”
“That’s how I heard it, too, which is why I walked off.
It sounded real fucked-up to say, considering what all she has gone through before.
This baby, whether it was planned or not, is a blessing to be growing inside of her.
Mimi is already stressed out and worried about every little thing, and I could see how that statement you made rubbed her the wrong way. ”
“But Bri, you know me better than that just like my sister does. She knows I’m always going to be supportive and have her back through whatever.”
“That really hurt me. Yes, this pregnancy just popped up, but I’ll never look at it as me ruining what I have going on.
Everything happens for a reason and this just may be something that brings out the better part of my reason.
When Vick and I were together, his mom was the main one praying on our downfall.
I was never enough for her baby boy and even got blamed for losing our child as if I were doing it on purpose.
That lady hated everything about but the last time I miscarried, that was the last straw for me.
Hearing how she disrespected me, and he didn’t speak up, hurt me just as bad as hearing you say I'm throwing my life away.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“But that’s what I heard. Right now, I need love, support, attention, and a damn pickle. Not backhanded-ass comments.”
“I’m so soo sorry.” PJ walked over to me and threw her arms around me. “I promise to be here for you every step of the way and if you give me Vick’s mama’s address, I can beat her ass, every step of the opposite way.”
Laughing, I finally wrapped my arms back around her. It wasn’t long before a third set of arms were halfway wrapped around both of us. Bri, wasn’t missing a hug if she had anything to do with it.
“I love y’all.”
“We love you back,” PJ and I said in unison.
“Now... who’s going to get me a big jar of pickles?”
Bri let out a fake yawn again, and PJ followed.
“See, that’s why I got this bell because Sin would neva. Get y’all asses on.”
Pushing them out the door, I straightened up some before headed back up the stairs. Once I settled back across the bed, I sent Sin a text letting him know to stop by the store to get me some pickles.
It’s Just My Baby Daddy: I got you, Daby. Did you enjoy yourself?
Me: I did, thank you for that.
It’s Just My Baby Daddy: What about that other thing you were upset about, you good now?
Me: Handled that, too. Now hurry up because we miss you.
It’s Just My Baby Daddy: Yo’ ass just want me to hurry up with them pickles. You ain’t fooling me.
Me: LMAO, JUST GET HERE AND FAST.
SIN
It had been so long since I’d been inside of my baby that I wanted to pack my shit and live in her pussy.
Naomi had been on an emotional high, but not in a good way.
Every little thing made her cry and she hardly moved out of the bed.
She thought I didn’t know that she was faking being sick, but I hadn’t heard her throw up one time.
I let her have her moment because this was something scary for her.
Thinking I was cheering her up, one day I went to the store and started buying baby things. Crib, baby bag, and it was monogramed with SMITH on it, bottles, wipes, and diapers. I got back to the house to show her how good of a baby daddy I had been all day, and she flipped.
“Siiin, no!” Naomi dragged as she ruffled through the many bags I had placed at her feet. I left the big stuff in the truck, so I could surprise her with it later.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Did I get the wrong size diapers? The lady at the store told me to get all sizes. I even got Pull-ups.”
“Tell that bitch to mind her fucking business the next time. Everyone knows it’s bad luck to buy things for the baby too early.
I’ve always heard that, and I believe it.
Vick’s mom would always bring over clothes for the baby as soon as I found out I was pregnant, then boom, I’m not pregnant anymore. ”
“That just some stupidstition. You can’t believe that happened because of some baby clothes.”
“The fuck is stupidstition?” She paused to ask me.
“You know that shit like it’s bad luck if a black cat crosses your path. Or if you step on a crack, you'll break yo’ mama’s back.”
“Are you being serious right now, Sin? I’m over here about to lose my mind because you just jinxed me and now you are saying stupidstition when it’s superstition.”
“It’s stupid for anyone to believe that shit, which is why I call it that, Baby.”
Standing to her feet, Naomi wiped her tears then looked at me with death in her eyes.
“Take it all back!”
“What? Hell nah. Do I look like a nigga that returns shit?” I retorted. She had me fucked up.
“You look like one, today. Take it back, Sin, and I mean it. When it’s time to buy things, we will.
.. together but it’s too soon. Maybe when I’m out of my second trimester, then I’ll feel safe but right now, I won’t accept anything and that’s final.
And that bag is ugly as hell. Who you think about to walk around with a gun-shaped diaper bag? ”
“I was trying to be creative. You know Smith and Wesson is a gun, so I had them stitch SMITH on it. On some play on words type of shit. Plus, I need muthafuckas to know that fuckin’ with chu’ or my shawty, they gon’ get bodied.”
“Ugly.” She looked at me with a straight face before climbing back in bed and turning her back to me. “By the time I wake up, I need it all gone.” Her stubborn ass had me fucked up.
It was gone alright. Right to Brooklyn’s house because who the fuck finna take all that shit back, and that diaper bag cost me a grip. When she was ready to start buying, I’d pick it up from his crib.
That right there, told me that my baby needed that girls time today. I couldn’t have her stressing, so whatever I needed to do to make sure she and my baby was straight, I’d forever do that shit.
Unlocking the door, I walked into the house being pitch black. This was my crib, and that shit still had me pulling my gun out. Not about to catch me slipping. Easing the jar of pickles down on the table, I headed up the stairs to make sure ain’t nobody combo-napped my family.
Niggas tried to get a two-for-one deal all the time, and this shit ain’t no different. Once I hit the bedroom door, my beam scanned the room before I did.
“Sin! Put that shit down,” my baby said.
“You in here alone?”
Easing in, I cocked my shit, ready to blow some shit back.
“What? Who else is supposed to be in here? Sin, for real, stop before you shoot me.”
“This could be a set up. This house dawk as shit and you want me to trust you enough to just put my gun down. You already trapped me with this kid, you could be trying to trap me and take all my money out the safe. I’m telling you now, it’s cameras in here too, and they on night vision.
Keep playing. I ain’t committed a crime in a minute.
Fuck around and find out how much I wanna go back to the streets. ”
The lights flipped on, and Naomi stood next to me in the sexiest lingerie I'd ever seen on a pregnant woman. Her little baby bump was slightly showing, and that shit was even more sexy on her.
“Who trapped you, Sin?” Naomi crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her neck like she was really waiting on an answer.
“The woman with my shawty inside of her right now. The pussy good, so I ain’t wanna say nothing.”
Before I could move, she popped my ass in the arm. Swiftly, I picked her up and walked her over to the bed. I nudged my face into her neck, making her laugh.
“Baby, baby stop!” she squealed while trying her best to get out of my arms.
“Nope, say you trapped me, or you won’t get those pickles.”
Laying her on the bed, I pushed her legs open then came up like I was giving her a stroke. My thumb toyed with her clit, making her squirm.
“Say you trapped me because you wanted to have a piece of me forever.”
“I’ain sayin that. Fuck!” She moaned once my mouth replaced my thumb.
“Say it or I’m sucking harder.”
“Just suck harder,” she told me followed by a louder moan.
Doing as she asked, I started eating her pussy like my shawty’s life depended on that shit.
Once she came hard, my baby rolled over and fell asleep.
Now I was looking around the room, trying to see what she had in store for me with the lights off and this sexy shit on.
When my eyes landed on the whipped cream, handcuffs, and strawberries, I tried to wake her ass up.
“Ay baby, get up. My turn. Baby,” I called out, tapping her on her thighs. “Baby, I wanna be sucked to sleep, too.” I tried to whine like she did when she wanted me to take her shopping.
Fanning me off, she rolled over. Giving up, I pulled the covers over her then left out the room to turn some fucking lights on. I’d know next time to get my nut first ‘cause this some bullshit.
Seeing her pickles on the table, I popped them open then sat right there and tried my best to eat the whole fucking jar. She wanted to be petty and stingy, I'd do that shit too.