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  I watched her go to the shower and turn on the water before she grabbed a clean washcloth and got inside. I didn’t know what it was going to take to prove to her that I wanted her. Yes, the situation wasn’t right, but I was doing what I could to make it better.

  The way the water cascaded down her body had my manhood reacting feigning for another round of the all-night session we had. Even with me taking my time with Amena, I could tell she wasn't’ use to my size or experience, so I was sure she needed a break.

  Pulling her from under the water, she dragged her hands down her face and stared at me with anger dripping from her eyes. This wasn’t the way our morning was supposed to go, not with the night we just had.

  “You’re sexy as shit when you’re mad,” I told her with a smirk, and she groaned just to fight back the smile that was tugging at her lips.

  “Why must you always joke around, Wes?”

  I took her face in my hands bringing her my way so I could feel her soft lips. “I’m not joking.” I placed her hand on my semi erect dick. “This is what you do to me, so if you don’t want me to bend you over, I advise you cut it out.”

  Amena licked her lips. “Are you threatening me with a good time?”

  “Shit, I’ll make good on that promise,” I responded in a low whisper feeling her hand now massaging my length.

  Even with the teasing, we managed to just getting clean and out of the shower.

  Amena got dressed while I walked around in a towel wrapped around my waist since she put my clothes through a quick wash. While I waited, she made breakfast and we ate before falling asleep into another coma from the food. This time I woke up with her staring up into my face. I cracked my eyes open and saw her big ass eyes fixed on me.

  “I knew I felt you staring,” I mumbled stretching my limbs and body.

  “How? When you were sleeping.” The smile in her voice woke me all the way up. Since all the time we spent apart, I’ve only had memories of her gorgeous face in my head along with the pictures in my phone. Capturing her beauty in person was something I couldn’t miss.

  “Trust me, I know you like the back of my hand. Also, I could feel that shit,” I told her lifting her head for a kiss.

  The smile she had on her face almost doubled in size. “I want this forever.”

  “Ain’t no reason why you can’t have it,” I admitted. “I love you so much Meen.”

  Her eyes lit up from my admittance and I meant it with everything in my whole entire being. This girl was special. The vibe was crazy, and I had my mind made up that she was who I wanted.

  “So where do we go from here?” she quizzed.

  That was the question I was dreading because I knew she wanted a relationship. I wanted to be with her too, but like my father said, right now shit was complicated.

  “I have to figure out shit with Kesha and the baby. Where I fucked up with her is continuing to go back and forth knowing there wasn’t shit there between us but comfortability. It ain’t fair to ask you to wait for me, even though God knows I want to. I’d hate to see you with anyone else.”

  As I waited for a response, fear clenched like a tight fist around my chest. I couldn’t fathom anyone having access to her, not when I made home between her legs.

  “If it ain’t you, I don’t want them. Go do what you need to do,” she murmured, making me feel like there was a chance for her to wait around. It was selfish as fuck, but I wasn’t going to talk her out of not giving my pussy away.

  What I did know was that I couldn’t jump from one situation without fully closing the door on the prior. That was the issue with Kesha, and I was going to lay everything out to her once she was in a better head space. Now wasn’t the time especially after she got my pop involved with the lies.

  “I’ma hold you to that. If I find out you with that nigga, Jake, I’m slapping the shit out of him in front of you. This been belonged to me,” I told her pressing my lips on her chest right above her perky breast and then gently rubbing my hand on her pussy. “But this is mine now. I highly doubt anyone will be able to enjoy you after me.”

  “Oh my God,” she cackled.

  “You know it’s true. The next nigga gonna be swimming inside you right before I kill their ass.”

  Her eyebrows dipped down and now I was laughing even though I was dead ass serious.

  “That’s not nice to say.”

  “Exactly. If you don’t want me to make good on my word, you know what to do.”

  Kissing her one last time, I peeled myself up off the bed and saw that we almost slept the day away. I got dressed and promised to see her soon. She looked sad that I was going but didn’t protest this time.

  Leaving her place, I sent Kesha a message letting her know we needed to talk. I expected her to ignore me, but she replied saying she was at her place. I made a U-turn and headed in her direction making it there in thirty minutes. Pulling up behind her car, I made my way to her front door and rang the doorbell waiting for her to answer.

  She came to the door and opened it with a sadness in her eyes I never witnessed which had the irritation I had for her slowly disappear. Walking inside she shut the door behind me and faced me crossing her hands over her plump breasts. I don’t know how long it’s been since I really taken the time to see her and admire the pregnancy, but it looked good on her. Her stomach was pretty small, but the Cami she had on did nothing to hide the growth of our baby.

  The pregnancy gave her a beautiful glow. Her hair even was shiny and grew longer. How did I miss these things when she was just in my bed?

  “How are you feeling?” I asked for starters.

  She shrugged one shoulder. “I’m alright for the most part. If you’re here to curse me out because of what I told your father I don’t want to hear it. You left me at a hospital knowing I’m carrying your child.”

  “I was wrong for that. I allowed my anger to keep me from doing what was right. Trust me, I won’t ever run from my responsibilities. It’s just fucked up how you handled everything.”

  “He’s coming soon, so there’s no point in hanging onto those feelings about how it happened.”

  “Wait. He?” I asked taken a back from her statement. It felt like my heart was in my throat. The sound of my voice and the look in my eyes must’ve softened her up because she replied in a less aggressive tone.

  “Yes, we’re having a son. My initial thought was to wait to find out the sex with you, but my excitement got the best of me. My mother and I went and got everything he needed, so there’s not much for you to do. Since you’re here, would you like to see his room?”

  Speechless, I nodded my head and followed her to the second bedroom that use to be for her extra clothes, bags, and shoes. It was totally transformed into a baby room of soft gray colored walls, with a mural of a moon and clouds on the wall the white crib was against. I read over the words ‘I love you to the moon & back’ painted in cursive.

  Kesha studied my face, waiting for a response.

  “Are you upset?”

  “Nah…” I smiled. “I can’t believe I’m about to have a son.”

  “We are about to have a son,” she corrected me with a playful look on her face. “I thought you would’ve been upset I’ve done all this without you. I didn’t know how you would handle it, but I did all this because I wanted you to know I’m not having this baby for the money. I can finance myself and him, I just want us to be a family.”

  Amena quickly came to mind and the conversation we had earlier.

  “We’re going to always be a family. You’re the mother of my son, but–”

  “Anything after ‘but’ is bullshit, Wesley, and I honestly don’t want to hear it. After these past few days I’ve experienced enough heartache to last me a lifetime. I just want to be happy and bring our boy into this world with love.”

  Kesha moved my way, placing my hand on her small round stomach. A few seconds after placing my hand there, I felt a small kick. We both connected our eyes and smiled.<
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  “I swear he doesn’t move much. It’s like he knows his daddy is here.”

  Not to sound soft but the idea of having a little me growing had me feeling good.

  Crouching down so I was somewhat eye-level to her bump, I pressed my hands on either side imagining I was holding my first born.

  “Hey little man, you know ya daddy here, huh? I know I’m a few months late, but daddy is here to stay. I promise you I won’t ever let you down.”

  He moved again and I chuckled feeling good that he was reacting to me. Kesha laughed looking down at me admiring her stomach.

  “I’m kind of jealous. I don’t remember the last time you looked at me that way.”

  Ignoring her comment, I continued to talk to my son and tried to get him to move again. I missed a good part of the pregnancy, but there was no point in holding onto what I was absent for and not enjoying the moment.

  CoCo

  Sharita waited until the customer that came to get her eyebrows waxed was escorted towards the back station before she went to go question Amena about her date. I told her to let me know once she left but didn’t realize my phone was dead. After having that very awkward situation with Mar, my mind was all over the place.

  “So how was the date?” Sharita questioned Amena right away. “From the smile on your face I can tell it went well.”

  Amena’s cheeks indeed were burning red. She waved us over to the couch in the waiting area for customers. We followed behind her and took a seat.

  “Where should I start? The date was cool. I really had fun, but that wasn’t the highlight of my night,” she told us.

  “You fucked him?” I asked hoping for a ‘no’.

  She shook her head. “No, not him…”

  “Well excuse me, who got the cookie jar? Jake?” Sharita chimed.

  “Wesley.” Her revelation caused Sharita and I to look at each other. I definitely wasn’t expecting for her to say him. Not that Amena got around like that, but last time we spoke she was tired of the back and forth.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” Sharita grinned. The face Amena made told it all.

  “Did I?! He’s everything I imagined and then some. I can’t see myself going back to Jake after fucking Wesley. Plus, he threatened to kill who ever I have sex with,” she boasted.

  It all sounded familiar because Pitt was the same exact way. Telling me not to fuck anyone, yet he was giving dick away like hotcakes.

  “Girl that’s what good pussy would do to them niggas. As long as you enjoyed yourself, I’m happy. I’m curious though. What you gonna do about the other guy? I thought you liked him?” Sharita quizzed.

  “I do, but it’s Wesley. He trumps everything. Y’all making think this some little as crush, but Wes told me he loved me, and honestly… I do too. I was just too afraid to say it.”

  “He said that?” I finally spoke up after listening intently. The way Amena’s face glowed said it all. I was sure that I had the same look around the first time I met her brother and he was laying down dick. Was it love? I had no idea. It was never discussed. Even though Amena and Wesley have been sneaking around before I was even a thought, I still wanted her to be cautious.

  “I’m not saying he doesn't love you, Mena, but don’t put all your eggs in one basket. Wesley is about to have a baby on the way and them little humans bring changes. It can either be for better or for worse,” I warned her. “You’re young and I think you should live your life and get to know other people. I’m only speaking from experience. I was younger than you and thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with Pitt.”

  She bit into her bottom lip thinking about what I said. I hated to be the party pooper, but there wasn’t a lie in anything I shared with her.

  “I get it, but I’m willing to see how this plays out. He said that he wanted to get things straight between him and Kesha before we make it official.”

  “Did you at least give him a time frame?” Sharita asked and she shook her head.

  “Was I supposed to?”

  “No... I don’t want you waiting forever.”

  “I doubt it. Wesley knows I will move onto the next nigga. Life is too long to be waiting for a nigga to get his shit together and like you said, I’m young and shouldn’t have to wait around. He should know that too. I will find the next nigga once I get tired.” Amena chimed surprising the hell out of me. Sharita started laughing and clapping reaching over for a high five. They met hands and I shook my head.

  “She’s rubbing off on you,” I told Amena pointing a finger at the culprit, Sharita.

  “That’s a good thing. That means you won’t settle for a lot of shit. Learning from me, will save you from a lot of heartbreak,” she assured her. “Riddle me this though: it sounds like you and Wes are getting serious, so are you ready to become a stepmom?”

  Amena’s face screwed up and now I was laughing. “You do know that if you’re with him you gotta love him and everything about him, including his child. It may not be an ideal situation since she snuck that baby on him, but it’s something that’s not changing.”

  “Yes, of course. It’s just weird. Kesha and I never really got along, so my fear is that she has the control to put Wesley in a position to choose the baby or me.”

  “That’s a chance, but only a weak man would allow a chick to have that much power. That baby is just as much as his, as it is hers. Besides, the baby isn’t here yet. Your best bet is to worry about how things are going now. Maybe it won’t have to get to that point if he’s setting the record straight with her.”

  Customers began to come inside the salon, so we had to get up and get to work. Amena was there to go over my financial reports to make sure everything was in order. I didn’t pay much attention to it being as though I was making a lot of money, but since learning that two of the closest people to me were on some grimy stuff it didn’t hurt to check.

  While Amena did her thing in my office, I helped out front getting the customers situated. It was just my luck Ms. Margaret walked in and trapped me into giving her a polish change. It felt like I did her nails already, but who was I to deny her if that was what she wanted?

  This time she wanted a dark blue color. I got up to get some more polish remover before joining her back at the station. It was so awkward that she had her eyes on me the entire time.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked politely.

  “Yes, you just remind me of someone I know. I think it’s your skin complexion. It’s such a beautiful shade of brown.”

  I smiled despite the fact that I was highly uncomfortable. “Thank you. My mom actually gave me the nickname CoCo because she said I had the most perfect brown colored skin. It reminded her of chocolate.”

  “Exactly,” she responded holding out her hand so I could take off the red.

  Thankfully, she was no longer staring and was focused on the large 70-inch TV I had on the salon wall. The news was on and I normally didn’t watch it, but the older women in the shop were waiting to hear their numbers. I wasn’t paying attention until I heard not only Pitt but Trina’s name.

  “The bodies of Peter Wallace and Trina Lee was found in this motel room with guns shot wounds to the chest. So far there are no suspects…”

  My mouth dropped and at that moment it felt like all eyes were on me. Not because of what I suspected, but because everyone was aware that Trina use to work here.

  I was only shocked because Mar actually went against me when I asked him to leave it alone. Pitt and Trina were dead, and I couldn’t feel sorry for them even if I wanted to. They turned out to be the two worst people I had in my life. After everything they both put me through the only thing that came to my mind is that they got what they deserved.

  It was wrong for me to feel that way, but Pitt wasn’t a good person. He claimed he loved me but did so much questionable shit. I would hate to know how he treated his worst enemy.

  As far as Trina, she was in the same boat as him. She betrayed my trust by not only hidi
ng drugs in my store for my boyfriend, but also opening up her legs for him. I don’t know who was worse than the other, but they got what they deserved.

  “Isn’t that the young lady that talked so loud and did hair?” Ms. Margaret questioned me nodding her head towards the TV screen and I moved my head up in down. My nerves were bothering me so bad I couldn’t verbally respond. My hands shook terribly as I painted her nails thinking about the phone conversation Amare had with someone in the car.

  I managed to get Ms. Margaret out of the way before heading to my office to call Amare. The news said there weren’t any suspects, but my mind would rest easy just hearing his voice. The way people moved, the police were able to dig deep and crack any case especially now that the gun violence in the city was at an all-time high.

  “You see that shit! I can’t believe someone actually killed her ass before I got a chance to beat that ass again.” Sharita burst into the office referring the Trina.

  I bust out laughing. “Same shit I was thinking,” I responded with my phone to my ear. When it went to voicemail, I shot Amare a text for him to call me.

  “You can’t do people dirty and think it doesn’t come back to you.”

  “What happened?” Amena questioned us.

  “My ex best friend and my ex who was sleeping with her was murdered,” I responded and Amena raised an eyebrow at me.

  “Oh no. I have nothing to do with that.”

  “Just a cold case of reaping what you sow,” Rita added with a cheerful smile.

  “With that being said, did she ever handle your money? I’m looking at your system and cross checking it with the deposits that were made to the bank and some days the money is off. One time a whole thousand dollars was missing.”

  That prompted Sharita and I to go over to the desk where Amena pointed at the Mac screen comparing the information that I put into the computer verses the bank receipts that were brought back. I felt so stupid knowing I didn’t think to double check the times she went on bank runs for me. I broke so much bread with her; I never would’ve thought she would steal from me.