Page 51 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
She wavedher hand in the air. “It doesn’t matter; she’s not even an issue today.”
“But she is though.”I replied.
“What does that mean?”She frowned.
“She ain’t going nowhere;what’s real is gon’ stay put. We weren’t fucking back then but we are now. That’s my woman and the mother of my unborn child.”
She rolledher eyes and folded her arms across her chest. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Yep.”I replied. “So see, it doesn’t pay to be evil because she still came out on top while ya’ll bitches stuck in the same place.” I waved her off just as Demond was walking back up. “You can go now.” I hopped off the hood.
“You good?”He asked me while eyeballing Dreka. She rolled her eyes and stomped off with a hurt ego.
“Yep.”I looked at my watch. “Let’s ride, I gotta go.”
He staredat Dreka as she walked off with all-of-that ass shaking behind her. “Damn.” He mumbled. “You hit that?”
“Been there, done that.”I said.
He cranked the car,still looking. “Shit, you the man.”
I chuckled.“Take me to my ride, I gotta get home.”
“I got one more stop.”He said.
“You on yo own man.I need to get home to my pregnant girl and I’m not fucking with you and no more dope spots tonight. Next spot I go into I’m laying a nigga down and taking his shit, and I’m trying not to live that life no more.”
He hitthe block turning in the direction of the shop. “I guess a nigga can respect that.”
On the way home,Brittany called me once, but I didn’t answer. I told her I would get back with her, damn it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours. By the time I made it home it was a little after 11pm and Kisha was still up gossiping with Mya; when she saw me come in, she hung up the phone. I threw the keys on the counter and walked to the couch where she was sitting wearing a bra and a pair of my boxer shorts. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail and her eyeglasses sat perfectly on her face. She must’ve been studying because that was the only time she wore those glasses; I didn’t care though cause she was cute as fuck.
I kickedmy shoes off and lay in between her legs after kissing her stomach. I couldn’t believe how fast it was growing. “We gon’ have us a big boy Kish. You look at least five months already.” I said.
She laughed.“How you know it gon’ be a boy? You don’t know that.” She said.
“Wishful thinking.”I told her.
I looked at her breast,they were bigger than usual and that shit was turning me on, between her pregnancy glow and everything else, I could fuck her every night if she let me. Besides that pregnant pussy was something different, that shit was addictive. I reached up and kissed her lips, stopping to gently suck on them before pulling back.
“Where you been?”She asked me.
“Working.”I replied.
“Reesie has been calling herefor you all day, but I didn’t answer every call; only one.”
“And what happened?”
“She askedme how I was doing, and I told her ‘very pregnant’.” She responded.
Ikind of wanted to tell Reesie that by myself but it was cool. “And what did she say?” I asked.
“She saidcongrats like she was cool with it.”
I leftit alone and used one of my fingers to trace the outline of her nipple before pulling it out to suck on it. I abruptly stop letting go. I hopped up. “I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be right back.” I said.
When I came back out,Kisha was changing into a pink satin pajama set. I picked the lotion up from the dresser and sat on the edge of the bed. “Put this on my back and shoulders for me baby.”
Her hands felt sogood going up and down my back, stopping to massage my shoulders for a little when it was time to rub there as well. When we were finished, we snuggled up together in the bed. I used my strength to hold her close and make her feel comfortable as the scent of cocoa butter filled my nose. “When you want to start getting stuff for the baby?” I asked.
