Page 52 of Turned Out by His Hood Mentality 3

“What! Oh, my God. What happened?” Normani asked, and I explained to her the events that took place yesterday at the studio.

We talked about it for a few more moments, and then Normani looked at me and sighed.

“I know Mia and Billionaire messed around in the past,” she said, shocking me with her words.

“Billion told you that?” I asked. I still hadn’t said anything about it, because like I said before, I didn’t want to step on my cousin’s toes.

“No, he didn’t have to, and you didn’t either. I was just able to read between the lines. I just started questioning myself on why you never tried to link up with both me and Mia. Then, one time I was around Billionaire, and I saw that you posted a picture of you and Mia. I made a comment about wanting to go to LA to have some girl time with y’all, and when Billionaire didn’t say anything, I was like, ‘this nigga fucked her,’” Normani said, and then she laughed.

I laughed too because only a psycho woman would have known that. I peeped a lot of shit with a nigga when they be lying, but honestly, that probably would have gone right over my head.

“I hate when I find out from Billionaire about women that he dealt with. I swear I don’t care how long ago before me it was. I’m not mad or anything because I’ve long ago accepted the fact that my husband had a life before me. Sometimes, I just be wishing that he and I could be out in public, and a nigga who I used to mess with before him would come up and speak to me. Then I would I get to say something like, ‘oh yeah, me and him messed around a couple of years ago.’ I know the look on his face would be priceless,” Normani said, making me crack up because, for real, she was sick.

Just when I was about to respond, the closet door pushed open.

“The look on the nigga’s face would be even more priceless when I beat his ass for even walking up and addressing you. Why you gotta talk shit about me, bae? Don’t I be good to you? We ain’t been beefing in months. Why you trying to start some shit up?” Billion asked as he walked into the closet.

He was in his home, and because he had been the one standing over the grill today, cooking the food, he was dressed down in his sweats, that were sagging off his ass and a black V- neck. Normani stopped what she was doing, let out a laugh, and damn near lusted after her husband as she looked at him from across the room.

“I wasn’t talking shit about you. I was speaking on all your old flings. Mia, to be exact, who you actually never told me about. I just had to read between the lines with that one. I’m not even opening the floor for you to explain yourself because I’m really not even mad. I figured it out on my own,” she told him.

Billion looked at me, shook his head, and I threw my hands up in surrender, not wanting any parts of this conversation.

“With so much shit going on, Normani, that shit didn’t even register in my mind. Twinkle and I had a conversation about that months ago, and I told Twinkle that I would tell you, but honestly, I just forgot. If I forgot, then it obviously means that it ain’t important to me. That shit so old that I swear I don’t even remember what her pussy looked like, let alone what it felt like,” he said, trying to talk himself out of the hole.

I laughed because I swear, I didn’t understand how Normani dealt with this fool. I would have been in somebody’s mental facility, dealing with his ass. He came over to Normani and lifted her in his arms. When they started kissing, and I saw where this shit was about to go, I quickly jumped down from the island because I would not witness a porno right before my eyes.

“Come back in five minutes, Twink, and close the door behind you,” my cousin told me.

“Normani, just meet me downstairs when your ass is done,” I said and then walked out of the closet, closing the door behind myself.

I made it downstairs, and Dream was running around the house with Khari while Lil Bill was sitting in the den area, playing that game, per usual. Truth was sitting at one of the stools in the kitchen, and I walked over to him. I kissed his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck while his went for my stomach.

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“You straight?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine. You ready to go? You look tired,” I said, looking into his reddish colored eyes.

He flashed me the most gorgeous smile that I’ve ever seen in my life, and when he did that, I poked in one of his dimples.

“I’m ready whenever you are. We were down in the basement, shooting dice. You look so beautiful, man. I can’t wait until our baby gets here,” he told me.

Truth expressed his yearning for our child to get here at least once a day. I was excited too, especially after already having two pregnancies before where I selfishly ended one, since I felt like I wasn’t ready. After losing the next one, I was ready for it all with Truth. He and I had decided that we would go with a winter wedding that was set to take place this December. Our baby would be born by then. I couldn’t wait to be his wife, the mother to all his children, and continue to work on our friendship too.

I just thanked God that this time around, I actually listened to my heart. I know people expected me to sit around and work it out with Monterius because that’s what I did so many times before. Everyone expected me to one day find it in my heart to forgive him for the daughter he conceived with another woman, but women, know that we don’t need to put up with that kind of shit.

If I was proud of myself for anything that I did in my life, I was proud that I actually put my foot down, finally learned my damn worth, and I was with a man who I didn’t have to question his love for me because he had a way of proving it every day.

Two months later

My wife did this thing where she be moaning in her sleep, and I thought that was the funniest shit in the fuckin’ world. My dick had power. Shit, I had power because even in her sleep, I still gave her wet dreams about me. Normani swore I be lying when I tell her she be moaning in her sleep, so this time, my phone was in my hands, and I was recording her ass.

I had about a good minute of proof, and then I tossed my phone back on the dresser. It was Saturday evening, a little bit after seven, and I was getting ready to head out in a minute, so I could drop my daughter off to Denim. It was summer break, and Khari had been with me for a little bit over a week straight. Today, I was taking her home because she was not only ready to see her mama, but Denim called looking for Khari this morning, wanting to know if I could bring her home.

Denim and I were just taking this co-parenting shit one day at a time, and this shit had not been a fuckin’ walk in the park either. I had big resentment toward Denim, and we all know where that shit stemmed from. Denim had major issues, and because of that, it forced us to often bump heads. She came at my wife sideways a couple of months ago at Khari’s birthday party, and I didn’t like that shit, man. Until I felt like Denim had learned how to respect Normani, she and I would never be in a good place.

I knew how my wife looked out for Khari, and she was an amazing stepmother when it came to both of my children, but Denim wasn’t ready to be mature yet and accept that shit. We kept it about Khari and Khari only. My wife was about to hit her eight-month pregnancy mark in a couple of weeks, which meant that we were getting closer to meeting Prosper. I couldn’t wait to meet that little girl; I swear I couldn’t.

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