5. Five - Jameela
Five - Jameela
M iserable. That was how I would describe the last three months of my life. Just fucking miserable.
“Girl, I think there may be two babies in there. You better tell Kalia to check again.” Kennedy said as I waddled my big ass into her office to drop off some files.
“Kennedy Glory-Kendrick, I will behead you if you ever again refer to this organism taking up residence in my body as more than one. You got that? I will literally go Game of Thrones on your ass!”
I saw Kennedy try to stifle her laugh behind a fake cough and I swear on everything I wanted to snatch her up by her dreads.
I was cranky and miserable every damn day of every damn week.
I was only halfway through this pregnancy, and I was fat as fuck, I couldn’t keep any food down–which was why I couldn’t understand how I was so fat–and the second trimester had me horny as shit.
“I’m so sorry, Meela. You’re right, that was a bitchy thing to say. I will never make a joke like that again. But can we talk about you beheading me… that was… a little… harsh. I mean, if you need your paychecks, I kinda need my head.”
“I’d find another job.” I shrugged and walked out of her office.
I knew I was being mean, but life really sucked.
I was supposed to be happy and pregnant with my man rubbing my feet, rubbing my belly, and him telling us both how much he loved us.
But here I was, pregnant from a one-night stand and completely out of my damn element.
I simply wanted to sleep until this child climbed its way out of my pussy and stretched her out of shape, probably for the rest of my life.
I was going to be a single mother, alone, and with a loose coochie.
Life just isn’t fair.
I mentally shook my head disgusted with myself.
I needed to get myself together. I didn’t want my negative energy to affect my baby, but it was so hard. It was as if a nimbus cloud was following me around like some shit out of a cartoon show.
Finally leaving work, giving Kennedy a grunt on my way out the door, I headed over to Anju.
I’m so pathetic that I have been going there a couple of days out of the week since I found out I was pregnant, hoping to run into Saeed. However, so far, no such luck. I would end up pigging out on food that I would puke up as soon as I crossed the threshold of my condo.
And today, just like every other time, I walked through the door of the restaurant, and it was buzzing with people. Just not the person I wanted to be there.
I didn’t waste time with ordering a bunch of food the little nugget probably wouldn’t approve of anyway, so after a bowl of soup, a glass of water, and sitting for two hours, I decided that God didn’t give a crap about my prayers. So, I got up and waddled my ass to a waiting Uber.
More weeks passed and life just kept trying to knock my ass down.
Here I sat in Kalia’s office, getting bad news, and I was ready to give up.
Ugh. I thought I was a good person. What did I do to deserve this?
“Okay, Jameela, we got the results back from your glucose test, and I’m sorry to tell you this, but you have gestational diabetes. Which is probably why you’re measuring bigger than normal in your twenty-eighth week.”
“How, Sway?” I asked in my best Kanye voice, and full of annoyance. “I barely eat anything, and when I do, I can’t keep anything down. This pregnancy ain’t it.”
“Okay, don’t go stressing yourself out. We knew that your pregnancy could potentially be high risk at your age… this is just one of those things that could be affecting you as an older, expecting mother.”
“Great. Just great.”
“Don’t be discouraged. As of now you and the baby are healthy. We just need to get you a nutritionist and make sure you’re doing everything to combat your elevated sugar levels.”
I stood to gather my things. I was done with this damn appointment. I was going to go home, pour a glass of wine and sniff it, then pour it down the drain. All I wanted was to smell the aroma of alcohol.
Sad. I know, but shit… I had to find pleasure in the little things.
“I got it. I’m going home and going to sleep.”
“Okay. I’ll see you back here in two weeks. I want to keep track of your measurements. I should be back from my parent’s anniversary party by then. If I’m not, I’ll set you up with one of my more than capable colleagues.”
“Got you. I’ll see in two.”
I texted Kennedy to tell her my ass wasn’t coming in tomorrow. I needed a mental health day. And I needed to have some me time.
That was one of the things that kept me sane… lots and lots of masturbation. And thinking about my mystery baby daddy.
So, after arriving home and sniffing my wine for about ten minutes, I took a shower to relax my body.
As the hot water rained down on my body, my fingers massaged and squeezed my nipples, before traveling lower to my waxed mound.
As soon as I dipped a finger into my tight center, I moaned out.
I thought of the feel of Saeed’s hands on me, the feel of his big dick invading my hole and striking my G-spot to perfection.
I dipped another finger in, hiked my leg up on the shower bench, and sped up the pace of my fingers, moaning out when I moved my fingers in circular motions.
All I could do was moan as the images played over and over in my head like a movie.
They were the best visuals of my amazing night with a stranger. Before I knew it, my leg began to shake, and my ass almost lost my balance as an orgasm wracked my body. Coming down from my haze, I was completely drained, but feeling much better.
Masturbation is definitely my happy place, I thought to myself as I ended my shower. I planned to do that shit again in the morning.