I dust off my fingers again and lean on the island in front of him.
“My go to is shooting niggas’ faces off, but I’m not tryna have to explain myself years from now if my daughter decides she wants to know her punk ass sperm donor. But if you don’t want me to come visit you, ya old ass wife, or any of yo side bitches again, you’ll leave Macy and her kid the fuck alone unlesstheyreach out to you first. And as soon as the baby’s born, you’re signing over your rights. Got it?”
He nods profusely and folds his fingers together. “P-p-p-please, I d-d-d-don’t want anything to do–”
I knock the butt of my bitch into his forehead, sending him onto the floor. “Nigga you think you too good for her or something? Talking ‘bout you don’t want nothing to do with them? Huh?!”
His weak ass is sniveling and shit in the fetal position. When I move him on his back with my foot, the blood gushing from his forehead almost sends my meal back up.
I mean, I guess I’m happy it doesn’t make me faint, but being nauseous is lame as hell, too.
“No, no! She’s a wonderful–”
“Oh, so you wanna be with her? That’s what you’re saying?” I crouch down and shove the barrel in his mouth. More blood pours from it, and I actually gag.
Yeah, I gotta get out of here.
I grin, and yank it out, making him yelp. “If you or that ugly bitch in there say anything about tonight, your wife is gonna find out about that other family in Victory City. And by the looks of that cheating clause in your prenup, I don’t think it’s in your best interest to poke the bear.”
His eyes stretch as he nods again, covering his mouth with his hands.
I stand up straight, pocket the knife that I licked, and leave.
I don’t think Dan will cross me. Ole Diana gets everything but his fucking medical degree if she ever gets proof he cheated on her. Gotta love prenups.
Just as I close the door to my whip, my phone pings. I take it out and curse myself when my heart drops to my ass.
Macy
BetweenavoidingShaddyandDal refusing to let me plan her bachelorette party, I’ve been pissed for weeks.
Playas fuck up, and this one fucked upbad. I’ve never been the type of bitch to catch feelings after sex, even if it’s fire. Sex has always been just that; sex. A good nut, a warm body, and I send you on your merry way. It’s fun, the most fun you’ll ever have with another person–or people, but when that nut is busted, that’s the end of it.
And then I get pregnant.
And Shaddy insists on stretching me out for this big headed baby.
And I start catching feelings over fucking perineal “massages.”
That kiss… electricity shocked me right to my nipples… then my heart. Somewhere along the way, Miss Niggas has had the tables turned on her.
And it’s not even the way he plays me like his favorite beat. No, that would be too easy. God ain’t stop making freaks after He made him.
No. It’s the way he looks out for me without a second thought, like it’s as natural as breathing. It’s the little check ins and inspirational videos he sends every day. It’s him buying all my expensive ass art supplies and setting up a little corner in the sun room, for whenever I get inspiration to create. It’s him never letting me be too hard on myself for not creating anything, for having the worst artist’s block.
It’s how he takes care of everyone, even though he’s the youngest. He’s always helping someone out, whether it’s Van at Storyville, or taking Set to physical therapy, or working the little kids out at Ty’s boxing gym.
Or even making sure Angel and I have snacks when I’m babysitting her for Reem. Even though I’m not speaking to him.
Shaddy is the type of person you can’t help but love. Someone who unequivocally wants the best for you, and is willing to help you get there with no strings. The most selfless person I know.
But of course, my appreciation for him can’t stop at just being friends. Because what fun would that be for the plot, right?
Nah, I had to go and fall for myfakebaby daddy.
“Any day now, Mace.” Dal beams at me through the mirror as I complete my final fitting for her wedding. It’s tomorrow, but it seems that my Beanie has doubled in size in a few short weeks. My belly dropped too, but we planned for this, and though I really should be sitting down and not Dal’s maid of honor, the empire waist lavender gown does make me look regal.
“I can’t wait to be able to drink again,” I lament as the dressmaker unzips me.
