“Hold up. I think I hear someone knocking at the front door. I wonder who it could be.”
“Let me find out you expecting company? Is that why you asking what time I’ma make it there?”
“Really, Jamal! Nawl, I ain’t expectin’ no company and you should know better than that. You know I’m a loner and I don’t fuck with none of these girls down here. After how things went left with me and Tatiana, I ain’t lookin’ for no new friends no time soon.”
“Hmph, that’s your story. So, who at the door then?”
“Don’t start, Jamal. I can’t see who it is. I can’t see through the peephole,” I whispered.
Feeling spooked, I scurried into the kitchen that was not too far from the front door.
“What you mean you can’t see out the peephole. Try again,” Jamal demanded with concern in his tone.
“I’m scared to go up to the door.”
“What you mean you scared?”
“Let me call you back. I’m about to call the police.”
“Girl, get yo’ crazy ass out of here talkin’ about you about to call the police. Come open the door up for ya man!”
“Stop playing, Jamal!” I giggled. “Is that you for real? I thought you was just filling up in Kentucky. How you make it here already?”
Rushing over to the front door, I looked out the peephole and saw my baby standing there. Swinging the door open, he wasted no time coming in.
“Where’s all your stuff?”
“Out in the trunk. I’ll get it later. Right now, I’m on something else. Bring that sexy ass here.”
I all but jumped in Jamal’s arms. We made sure the door was locked then we proceeded to get it on. We made out and had sex in every room of the apartment. By the time we were done I could barely walk. After laying with me and pillow talking about how happy we were to begin this new chapter together, Jamal decided to go get his things from the trunk of his car.
While he moved his stuff in and unpacked, I laid in the cut and watched him. I prayed that we would continue to be happy and that we both achieved all that we strived and worked hard for in life…together. Just he and I against the world.
@Brandi
“To be seven months old, he sure doesn’t act like it. He moves around like he’s been here before, and it doesn’t help that he’s the size of a toddler.”
“Don’t come for my baby! You tried him.” I giggled.
Richie was sitting on the sofa holding our son watching the Lakers play the Spurs. From the way our baby was staring at the TV you would have thought he understood what was going on. From the day our baby boy Rylen was born, Richie had been by my side and had never left. The whole time I was pregnant I was focused on making things work with Reggie when he didn’t have the capacity to be the man, I needed him to be when Richie was waiting in the wings the whole time. I deeply regretted letting my guard down and having sex with Reggie before we broke up because the baby wasn’t his and that was my biggest fear. I only gave into Reggie because I truly loved him. But this last yougin’ he started messing around with really was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Reggie and I became estranged once that new chick came into his life. At first, I was down and out about it. Itreally hurt that he would leave me at a time that I needed him most, but he showed me the way. He truly showed me that he didn’t give not one damn about me and I had no choice but to accept it.
When I had that false alarm and we thought I was in labor, Deja’s anxious ass posted on her Facebook and as a result Richie reached out to me and he and I had been talking ever since. I was pissed to a level that almost made me physically ill with Deja for posting my business, but it ended up being a blessing in disguise. I had no choice but to tell Richie about the baby and when I confirmed how far along in my pregnancy down to the due date, he wouldn’t let it go about the baby being his.
At first, I was angry with Deja for always having to post private shit on social media, but it ended up working in my favor. My heart wanted Reggie because in my eyes I thought that I could never love a man like a loved him, but I needed a man like Richie in my life. It wasn’t that I wasn’t attracted to Richie, I obviously was if I had cheated on Reggie with him, I just wasn’t sure if we were compatible. Richie was a completely different type of man than Reggie. Richie was handsome, sexy, successful and a true boss like Reggie he just didn’t act hoeish like him. Richie made me feel wanted and desired, whereas I had to put in work to get and keep Reggie’s attention. Even when it came to my pregnancy, Reggie seemed concerned but not to level Richie was. For example, the day I delivered Rylen Richie damn near beat me to the hospital and Reggie showed up after the baby was born. I had to face the fact that it was time to move on and the fact that Richie ended up being Rylen’s dad helped to make that process an easy one.
Along with having to adjust to my new life, I had to another problem to deal with. I truly thought Deja and I had gotten to a great place in life together and that she had finally accepted me as her sister, but boy was I wrong. When I went into labor withRylen, Reggie popped up at the hospital and showed his natural ass. He knew information about me and Richie that I had only shared with Deja. I was able to put one and one together real quick I just didn’t understand why she would go against the grain like that. When I confronted her about it, she admitted it, and claimed it was because she felt it was the right thing to do. She felt that it was wrong for me to not tell Reggie he may not be the father of my baby. It hurt my feelings because I felt like she put Reggie’s feeling before mine, and I was her sister. I understood where she was coming from, I just felt that it wasn’t her place to tell Reggie anything. That was for and only me to do. Hell, I didn’t even know that she and Reggie was that close for her to be considering his feelings period.
Deja had Reggie on million because when he showed up to the hospital demanding a DNA test his whole disposition was off. It was like he had no type of feelings for me or the baby. He didn’t even bother to ask to see him, all he was concerned about was getting the DNA test done. Richie and I both on were the same page so there were no issues with that, but it was very hurtful to me how dismissive he was toward me. I get him being upset which is all the more reason why I should have been the one to tell him and not Deja.
Thank God for Richie because he was ready and willing to stand up to the plate and be there for me regardless to whether the baby was his or not, but Reggie was a different story. Reggie was willing to be there for the baby only if it turned out that he was his son, but if not, he wanted nothing else to do with either one of us.
Reggie came prepared with a paternity kit he bought from CVS. According to the instructions on the box, it only took two to five days to get the results. Since we all felt it was necessary, we did the test and Reggie made sure to send it off. Three days later we all were notified via email and mail of the test results. WhenI read the test results, I was both relieved yet not surprised. My only regret was not sticking to my plan of not having sex while I was pregnant. I knew that Reggie had received a copy of the results, so I didn’t expect to hear from him. He made it very clear that we were done if he wasn’t the dad so that’s what it was.
I was still in my feelings with Deja, it just didn’t sit well with me what she did. I had tried calling Reggie and I even texted him when I went into labor and he never responded but he had responded to her and that wasn’t cool with me. As a result, she and I really hadn’t been talking much. I thought she was going to be the type of auntie to my child that I would have to beg and plead to give us space, but it turned out that she was the complete opposite. The one and only time she saw Rylen was the day he was born. We rarely talked on the phone anymore and when we did it was very awkward. Richie didn’t like or trust Deja. He swore there’s something about her that was sinister, and he didn’t feel comfortable with me or Rylen being around her. The last I heard about her was that she had moved to New York with some dude she met on Tinder.
It was like she picked up and moved away like a thief in the night. She never called and said a word to me about it. I had to find out on Facebook. One day I happened to be scrolling on my page and one of her posts came up on my timeline. It was a picture of her and some new dude that looked like a thug posing in front of a small ass apartment complex in the Bronx. I only knew it was in the Bronx because she had her location tagged. I wished her well on that post and when she never responded to my comment I never looked back. I had come to terms that Deja wasn’t right in the head and that she would forever hold a grudge against me because of our dad’s actions. It would always be a revolving door of her coming in and out of my life and now that I had Rylen, I didn’t want to expose him to all of that. I was good with moving on and letting her be.
Richie supported me on my decision regarding Deja and I was very thankful for that. I was blessed when Richie forgave me for keeping my pregnancy a secret from him. It was grown and sexy of him to understand why I handled the situation the way that I did and still want to be in my life. When he presented me with the idea of us living together so that he could help me with our son I thought he was absolutely out of his mind.
