Chapter 21
SIENNA
“Deeper,” I begged Synder.
He was already too deep, but I was a glutton for his pleasure pain.
Plus, I loved to hear him moan in agonizing torture.
Just a few days of this man’s dick, and I was hooked.
There were no sweet thoughts when I thought about what we did in the bed.
It was nasty shit. Shit that I never knew I’d let someone do to me.
To think, this all started because I wanted to test my deep-throating skills.
His nut nearly choked me, but I left him comatose.
This was how he woke me up. Now, I was on my face, ass in the air, fighting for breath, with my man behind me, rubbing and smacking on my booty.
I was sweaty, and so was he. This was our second time around in so many hours.
“This my shit?” he asked.
“Yes, Baby!” I panted, ready for him to make me fly.
“Cum wit’ me, Sienna!” he demanded while helping me meet his deathly strokes. Instantly, I came, showering him. This was the best part. He flew with me and chanted my name repeatedly as he filled my pussy.
Sometime later, I awoke to something dripping down my chin and spilling onto my titties. Synder stood on the side of the bed, dripping champagne over me.
“Mornin’, Baby,” he drawled.
The sun wasn’t up, but I was sure it was nearing that time. He leaned over the bed and sucked the champagne off my skin.
“Ready to celebrate?” he asked.
Confused, I was focused on breathing through the tightening of my pussy. “Celebrate what?”
He sat the bottle down, turned his phone on, and showed me something on the screen. It was a text from an unknown number. It was a text in all caps followed by a fake blog post.
“You’re pregnant,” he stated.
I burst out laughing. “Syn!”
“What? I mean… They on the bullshit wit’ this shit, but hey…” His lips lowered to my nipples. He sucked them dry. “You gon’ have my babies?” His eyes pierced mine.
Sheepishly, I replied, “Seeing that I’m not on birth control, the idea isn’t too far-fetched.”
Synder’s eyes softened, and I thought I was tripping to see moisture there. His lips met mine, and he asked, “You scared?”
I shook my head. “No, of course not.”
He smiled. “‘Cause you know I got you, right?”
“Right.”
As he climbed back into bed, our lips stayed locked.
Digging inside my luggage, I found my red journal.
It was funny that I hadn’t opened it since coming to Atlanta.
Flipping to an empty page, I quickly jotted down some of the highlights of what happened since I’d been here.
On some parts, I giggled. Other parts left me a bit sad.
Once I was done, I flipped through the pages to refresh my memory and to see if anything I’d written down over the months came to pass.
I stopped on one page. It was the page I wrote the day I met Synder. Gasping, I realized, he was everything I said I wanted in my partner. The realization caused my body to tingle all over.
This can’t be, I thought. Although I was a hopeless romantic, I wasn’t looking for love when I fell into Synder’s arms. I didn’t think love was that close to me. I wrote those things in hopes that love would one day find me. Now… Now I wanted to cry because I wasn’t sure how the hell I got here.
By here, I meant deep in love. So in love, I got my first tattoo of a man’s name. Crazily, I was already plotting where to put our next tattoos. I was in too deep. However, I didn’t want to dig myself out.
“Are those happy tears?”
Synder’s deep voice startled me. Wiping my eyes, I said, “Yes.”
He entered the room with Whimsy in front of him. She was dressed in a custom gown designed by me. She looked like a little princess.
“Then, what’s the tears for?” he queried.
“Just thinking about how quickly things have changed for me.”
He cocked his head and grinned. “For the good, I hope.”
Nodding, I said, “Definitely. I can’t think of any other place I’d want to be.”
Synder took me into his arms, hugged me tightly, then backed up a little to scan my body.
“You look amazing, Baby,” he praised.
Blushing and blinking back tears, I tapped him on the chest. “You look amazing yourself.”
“Mama!” Whimsy interrupted. She handed me her teddy bear. “Here, Mama!”
The tears I forced back, furiously welled up. With a sad look on her face, Whimsy peered up at me.
“She thinks you’re sad and wants to give you her teddy bear to cheer you up,” Synder explained.
Heart bursting with love, I took the teddy bear I’d given her and hugged it to my chest. Synder wiped my tears as I said, “Thank you, Baby,” to Whimsy.
She beamed and replied, “Welcome, Mama!”
My heart raced because I wasn’t sure if Synder was okay with her calling me Mama, and I was too selfish to correct Whimsy. Looking into his eyes, I saw his smile and the light there. He picked Whimsy up and tickled her. Whimsy squealed in delight.
“It’s so sweet of you to cheer Mama up,” he said to her. “Is Mama happy?”
I realized Synder’s question was for me. Throat heavy with emotion, I nodded. “Mama’s happy.”
It was the truth. Somehow in less than a month, I’d acquired my own little family.
“Are you sure this is the right move?” my father asked. I was on speaker with my parents, discussing a potential sit down with Courtland. After her random texts to Synder’s phone from an unknown number and the constant lies she was spreading to the blogs, I had to get a few minutes with her.
“Mom. Dad. Y’all raised me to do the right thing even if it was hard.
Do I want to talk to Courtland? No. Is it necessary I talk to Courtland?
Yes. That woman is hellbent on doing everything in her power to destroy my name.
Honestly, I don’t even see the full extent of what she does.
I just know that a little with her is still too much. ”
“Okay,” my father reasoned. “What do you hope to get from this meeting?”
Sighing, I said, “I’m not even sure. I just want her to understand that she has a child with Synder and that Whimsy is who’s important. Despite my relationship with Synder, Whimsy should be her focus.”
“Well,” my mama intoned. “I can tell ya right now that, that girl ain’t worried about that precious baby. She’s worried about that man. But she can hang it up. I’ve already started picking wedding colors.”
Appalled, I burst out laughing. “Mama, stop!”
“I won’t. Shoot, I saw your lil’ tattoo. Ellie showed it to me. You don’t do that ‘less you plan on marrying him, Sienna Cooley.”
The tone of my mother’s voice made me giggle. “I mean… If he asks, who am I to say no?”
Mama shouted.
“However,” I started, “you haven’t even met him yet.”
“No worries,” my dad said. “He’s already invited us for Christmas.”
Surprised, I stuttered, “What?”
“It was supposed to be a surprise, Sweetheart,” my mama said to my dad.
Cheesing, I said, “I won’t tell. See, this just proves I do need to have a sit down with Courtland. Things will be fine.”
Three hours later, I choked on those words.
Courtland arrived at the bistro across the street from the practice facility wearing an ugly-ass mug on her face.
As long as she kept her hands to herself, this would go fine.
Either she was going to accept what I had to say, or she was going to accept what I had to say.
She expected the bistro to be full; I could tell by the way she glanced around perturbed at its emptiness. She wanted a spotlight, and I wasn’t about to give her one. Big N stood at the door and the staff was on an extended lunch break until this little shindig was over.
“Where’s my daughter?” she questioned.
“Whimsy is with a friend of mine,” I told her. My friend being Kewan. “It’s just the two of us so we can clear the air on some things.”
She turned her nose up. “What makes you think I wanna clear up anything? You’re a ho, and you think you gon’ slide in on my nigga and my daughter.”
“Come on, now. Let’s stop with the name calling.” I was sure my face showed something different than what my mouth said. “You agreed to meet me here, so you have something to say and that’s not it.”
“Actually, it is. I want to tell you to your face that I don’t like you.
Synder and I have been off and on for ten years.
You know how hard it is for him to get rid of me?
I begged him for an abortion that he wouldn’t let me have.
That tells you how much he loves me. What man wants to keep a baby by a woman he doesn’t want to be with? ”
Her question was valid. However, I knew Synder.
“A man who loves his child, maybe. It does shed some light on the person you are as well. You said yourself that you begged for an abortion. First, it’s your body.
If you truly wanted that abortion, you would’ve had it.
You wanted the connection to Synder just as much as he wanted his child.
Although it’s clear you care nothing about Whimsy, having her kept you sealed to a man you will always want but will never get the opportunity to have again. ”
She chuckled. “Bitch, please. Are you serious? See, that’s how I know you don’t know that nigga you are laying down with. Syn is gon’ get tired of yo’ goofy ass so quickly, yo’ head is gon’ spin off yo’ body. I can’t wait to see it. I can’t wait to remind you of this day.”
Smiling, I replied, “Okay, fine. You can hate me all you want, okay. What you won’t do is disrupt Whimsy’s life.
You don’t want her, so drop all the fake shit you’re posting online as if Synder and I are doing something to keep you from her.
Instead, I have a better headline for you.
The day Synder walks away from me, you are free to have him. ”
Her eyes widened.
“That’s right,” I assured her. “The day he decides he no longer wants me, you have all my blessings to get yo’ man back, girl.
All I ask is that you leave us the hell alone.
Let us enjoy our holidays. Allow him to naturally fall out of love with me without your assistance.
That way, when he drops me like a bad habit, you can talk all the shit you want. Deal?”
She sputtered.
“While we’re at it, you agree that Whimsy is entitled to call me whatever she pleases, including Mama.
Of course, you don’t care, but I want to be transparent here.
” I giggled. “You agree to never text him again. You agree to keep our names off the internet and out of your mouth. You agree…to leave us the fuck alone. Deal?”
Again, she sputtered. Finally, she quipped, “Deal. And for the record, when he does drop yo’ ass, you’re free to keep Whimsy, or whatever the hell y’all call her. Ugly ass name,” she mumbled with her nose turned up. I was aghast. “I don’t need her getting in the way of me and Synder,” she finished.
On the inside, I had already dove across the table to choke this bitch. On the outside, I smiled. “Now that we have all that out the way…” I sat the recorder on the table for her to see. She balked at it. “If you go back on our agreement, my lawyers will be ready to bleed you dry.”
“That’s not fair!” she hissed.
“Oh, it’s fair,” I stated. “What isn’t fair is you sitting here speaking so ill of a child you conceived. Don’t worry, I will take great care of Whimsical Sneaux. It’ll be as if you were never her mother.”
Courtland glared at me.
I smiled. “Would you like a copy of our agreement? Or a light snack before you leave?”
Her ass growled at me, stood, then stormed out of the bistro. Giggling to myself, I slipped the recorder into my purse. All in a day’s work. Suddenly, the holidays were looking even brighter.