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Taking one last look at the mess I was once worried about, I cheesed and thought about how far I could actually go with this new location.
Not too long ago it felt like my world was falling apart, but it was actually falling into place. Amare and I were moving fast, but I had no doubt that this wasn’t meant to be. We accepted each other’s past, support each other’s present and loved each other enough to encourage each other’s future. True love was hard to come by and we were both smart enough to know what we had. Time wasn’t going to dictate how we move.
Epilogue
Ken
“Keep it up, we’re never going to leave,” Sharita giggled as I hugged her from behind making her very aware of the growing erection she was responsible for. Whatever she called business casual had her curves popping out in the white knee length skirt.
I pressed a kiss on her temple as I slipped my hand in the opening of her shirt and grabbed a handful of her breast.
“We’re going to leave out. We just won’t be on time,” I mumbled in her ear just before slipping the lobe between my teeth. She released a low moan and I knew I had her until there was banging on our bedroom door.
“Mom! Are you ready to go yet?! I need you to tell me I look pretty.”
Sharita turned my way and held her hand over her mouth to hold in her snicker. I just shook my head because her ass done created a monster. Bad enough, Kenia was already a piece of damn work. She done took the shit to a whole new level.
“Daddy! Open up the door!”
“What the fuck!” I mumbled screwing my face up at Sharita who found the shit hilarious. “What makes her think I got you here hostage?”
“Um… I have no clue how she figured that but she’s right. You forgot you were trying to take my clothes off.”
I grinned licking my lips. “Yeah, so let’s ignore her and let me get some real quick.” I took her wrist and tried to pull that tight ass skirt over her ass. I was determined to get some more pussy. I didn’t care if I had to do a quick hump and bury Rita’s head in the mattress while I got my nut so the kids wouldn’t hear her screaming.
“You know there’s no such things as real quick. You got some in the shower and my hands are still pruned,” she retorted as I palmed her bubble ass. She was talking all this shit, but I was about to dig up in them guts again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Daddy!” Kenia called out again. Sharita raised her eyebrows and wiggled out of my grasp with a smile on her face.
“No pussy for you.”
I slapped her ass hard just for her being smart. The smile fell from her face right away. Winking my eye at her, I went over to the dresser to finish getting myself together.
“Dad, why did you have my mom trapped in here like that. She couldn’t see me,” Kenia complained once Sharita granted her access inside of our bedroom.
I turned around just in time to catch the pout on her face and laughed. She was spoiled as hell and loved Sharita to death. It took little to no time for the twins to fully embrace Sharita. Kent actually called her mom first and Kenia jumped on the bandwagon. They fully understood their birth mother was Tara and I even explained that to them just to be sure they didn’t feel forced to call Sharita their mom.
After the incident at the school where Tara wanted to show her ass they haven’t seen or heard from Tara. I stopped giving her money ever when she decided to put them on her porch. Since her cash flow stopped I assumed she was brewing up a custody battle. I found out through the grapevine that she was arrested for trying to steal out of Saks and was sentenced to six months in jail only because this wasn’t her first offense. This was all news to me and now I was wondering who had my children them times she was locked up and why they haven’t said anything to me.
I got my lawyer to file some paperwork and I was granted full custody of my kids. That was all I wanted and since then my life has been amazing.
“That wasn’t me. Her ass locked the door,” I lied causing Sharita to cut her eyes at me. I continued to brush my hair and listen to Sharita pipe Kenia’s already big head up about the outfit she had on.
Today was the grand opening of Corryn’s second location and since she had the baby a few weeks ago Sharita and Amena were left in charge of the project. It was an even bigger deal because she was throwing it as a meet and greet for my Goddaughter, Amani.
Kent ended up coming inside of the room and I watched in awe how Sharita loved and cared for my kids like they were her own. A few months ago, I proposed and was ready to go half on a baby. All this time she doubted herself and was playing her roles well. She was a loyal friend, great mom and soon to be wife. I didn’t care for any more kids at first but one more would make us complete.
Once we all were dressed, we headed out of the house and to my car. I got Kent situated behind my seat while Rita got her brat buckled up. I rounded the car just in time to open her door, but stopped her in her tracks.
“When you gonna have my baby?” I asked her pecking her pouty lips. She cocked her head back and smiled.
“For what when we have two kids already?”
‘I looked over her shoulder and saw Kent and Kenia both staring at us. “They a’ight, but I’m trying to have you push one of my big head babies out.”
She burst out laughing and pushed me away. “Don’t talk about my kids.”
“I’m just saying… I’m ready for another one of them.” I was damn near begging and was going to until I got another little boy or girl.
“In due time… let me enjoy being a fiancee first,” she said waving her hand in my face showing off the ring I gave her a month ago. It felt right and I was ready for it all with her.
She didn’t say no when I popped the question and she wasn’t saying no now to a baby so I had no complaints. I knew it was bound to happen any day now because she’s been off birth control for a few weeks.
I gave her one last kiss smiling like a sucker before opening up the passenger door. I went from climbing between different women legs everyday to waking up and being faithful to one. It was a drastic change, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Wes
With the carseat in one hand, the diaper bag over my shoulder and this damn Build A Bear Junior loved in my other hand, I sighed when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I placed hs carseat at the side of my truck and slid my phone out of my pocket. When I saw it was Kesha, I answered.
“What y’all doing?” she asked when the phone connected.
“About to head to my God daughters sip and see.”
“God daughter?”
“Yeah, Mar girl had their daughter not too long ago.”
Kesha face balled up and I shook my head knowing she was about to go off. Anything concerning Amare she hated because she knew Amena was going to be involved. She had to get over it because I wasn’t ending my friendship just because she couldn’t get over the fact that my heart was with another woman.
“I don’t want that b… I don’t want her in our son face.” When she saw my facial expression she switched her words up real quick.
For the most part, things have been pretty steady between Kesha and I. There was no sex involved what so ever. Most of it was because she dived back into work head first after taking time to heal after getting a tummy tuck. While she was traveling I was holding down our son. I was cool with it but I also reminded her even though he was a boy and needed his father, he also needed the love of his mother. I was living proof of that. I didn’t want him to experience the hurt I felt growing up. Her possible absence had the potential to cut him worse because Kesha was alive and well. It was rough at first but she learned balance and communication which worked out in both of our favors.
“Don’t start ya shit,” I warned her opening the car door.
Kesha sucked her teeth. “I’m coming back home tomorrow. The shoot got wrapped up early, so I’m going to get my son. I’m sure you're happy to get the free time to be with the love of your life.”
“Don’t bother,” she replied ending the call.
I slipped my phone in my pocket and secured Juniors carseat in the back. She was getting herself worked up over Amena while Amena wasn’t worried about either one of us.
Mar
“Aye… bro, I’m telling you they’re not going anywhere. I promise you.”
“Trust me, I know,” I responded with my eyes still on my Queen and Princess. They stood out looking so angelic in their all white while everyone circled around them. Even with Amani being born a month ago, I wasn’t quite comfortable with the fact she was around a bunch of people, but CoCo wanted her grand opening of Polish Me Pretty Too to serve as a Meet and Greet for the baby as well.
The building took a little longer than anticipated to be completed which ran into a week before she gave birth. It drove her crazy that she had a date in mind for the sip and see and wouldn’t be able to have her building ready. Of course, I told her I had everything under control. With the help of an interior decorator, she picked out what she wanted and how she expected it to be set up. One thing I wasn’t doing was decorating shit, so Amena and Sharita stepped up to the plate as we got ready for our baby girl. They did one hell of a job too. This was both our first time seeing the completed project and the spell bounding smile on her face told it all.
Mission accomplished.
“I know I keep saying it but congratulations, bro. You’re doing big things,” Kenton said after turning up his Corona. Shit like this wasn’t their twist, but we were family and was going to support everything when it came to each other. Even if it was surrounded by glitz and glamour.
“Shit, I should be the one congratulating you. You’re about to be a married man as well. We all know that’s a huge step for you,” I told him, and we all laughed because we were very aware of how that man got down at one point of time. He stopped fucking around and found a real one in Sharita and was smart enough to leave that shit behind him.
“Thanks. We’re not getting married soon though, but it will eventually be in the works. It’s all about Sharita right now. She ain’t in a rush. I can deal with that. I’m just ready for another kid.”
“Let me find out, Amani and Junior giving you baby fever,” I joked and he laughed, nodding his head.
“That gotta be it,” he responded.
“It must be nice talking about getting married and expanding ya family while I’m here single as fuck with a son,”Wesley said with his Junior in his arms.
We both followed his gaze and it was on Amena, who wasn’t paying him any mind. I kind of felt bad my sister wasn’t trying to give him any play. I could tell he wanted her back desperately. Shit, he loved her. I recognized that pained look in his eyes, but his last fuck up with her had to have been the last straw.
“She’s doing her thing. Ain’t no rush,” I told him. “If y’all are meant to be she will come back to you.”
“I hope,” he responded walking off to go put his son in his stroller.
Kenton and I just watched him walk away. I didn’t know what to say at this point to him when it came to my sister. It was something that should’ve never went down, but it happened and now she was over whatever bond they had.
“Won’t you holla at ya sister for him. My man about to cry and my heart is breaking for him.”
“He’s grown. Shit, they’re both grown. I’m not about to interfere with their love triangle. If he wants Amena he will do whatever it takes to get her back. And if she wants him she will eventually give him a chance. If it’s meant to be it will be.”
“You’re right,” he replied taking his eyes of Wes and focusing back on the crowd. He smiled at Rita who had Ken and Kenia’s hands in hers. They weren’t going anywhere without her. “It’s just weird as fuck we all should be in this happy place right now living the family life, yet he’s alone.”
“I’m sure Kesha’s always an option.”
We both chuckled because he really ain’t want shit to do with her. Once she caught wind that he was not falling for her shit she focused back on her career leaving Wesley to morph into a single parent. He was doing the damn thing though.
When I spotted my girls alone, I ditched Kenton and headed their way.
“I’ve been dying to get you alone,” I beamed looking down at sleeping Amani in her mother’s arms.
She was everything I expected and more. Even though Amani resembled her mother to a T, she had them full long eyelashes that definitely came from me. Beautiful was an understatement.
I kissed, Amani on her forehead and then CoCo. “I thought I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere near y’all.”
“They’re loving us. The food just got set up, so you know everyone went to go get some,” she laughed.
“Are you ok? I can go get ya plate? You haven’t had a chance to sit ya ass down since we got here.”
CoCo shook her head. “Nah, not yet. It’s time to feed Amani any way.”
“Corryn, may we get your picture?” the photographer asked smiling at the both of us.
She looked up at me as if I was the one making that decision and I nodded my head. “Go do ya thing, I got baby girl.”
Lifting up on her toes, she met her lips with mine and followed the Photographer to the floral backdrop.
I watched in awe salivating over the new found curves she got from carrying my precious angel. She complained about the weight, saying she was fat, but I really enjoyed the weight gain. It was perfect on her. I had a few more weeks before I got the greenlight to put baby number two inside of her and I couldn’t wait for that shit.
CoCo must’ve felt my eyes on her ass that was sitting up in the white dress she wore and looked over her shoulders with a smirk. I winked my eye at her and continued to enjoy the show of her ass sauntering away. She was all mine. I was claiming that shit till the day I die!
The End!
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