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I inched closer and held out the piece of watermelon for her to take from me. Except, she didn’t take it from me. I looked back at Capone and the keeper, and they were both confused. Verma moved her trunk from my forehead to my stomach. She touched my stomach with her trunk, and I smiled. The other two mamas stopped eating and had come over toward me as I held this slimy watermelon in my hand. None of them were concerned about the piece of watermelon. They put their trunks on my stomach too and did small stomps.
I dropped my bag at my side when I saw the room. The view was one thing, but it was the roses on the bed and the whole set up with champagne and strawberries. “A House Is Not A Home” by Luther Vandross softly played in the background. I slowly walked over toward the bed to read the roses on the bed. My heart was beating uncontrollably as I read the words.
Even more now that she was carrying my child in her womb. Erin gasped as she looked up at me, holding her hand over her mouth. Tears fell down her face as she walked over toward me slowly. I kneeled down on one knee, popping open the box showcasing her ring. The ring she would pass down to our children in the future. The ring that would be a family heirloom. I wanted everything with this woman, and I let her know every chance that I could.
Snot and boogers were coming out her nose as she tried to get her words out. All I could make out was her violently shaking her head yes. I slid the six-carat emerald cut diamond ring with pear cut side stones lining the band of the ring. Her hands shook as I slid the ring onto her finger and stood up. I grabbed her face and kissed her so hard that I felt like our souls fucking connected. This was going to be my wife.
Capri liked to keep things away from her brothers, so I wasn’t all that surprised she hadn’t told them. Maybe there was some hope for us after all. I loved my wife and wanted to make this shit work. If we had to sit with a therapist, then that was what I would fucking do because I wanted to be with Capri. Tasha meant nothing to me and with her gone out of our lives we can focus on our marriage. Get back to the days when we were happy.
I snapped. “I saw Ryai on the red carpet for the ESPY’S. She and Tevin Micks seem like the real deal.” “They seem to be pretty serious. She doesn’t really tell me much about him or come around that often.” I could tell that there was some tension between Ryai and Erin. They were like two peas in a pod, so them not being around each other all the time seemed weird. Especially because Ryai was barely at the hospital when Jaiden was there.
He sat down and his attention went from me to something else. Or should I say someone else. I turned my head to see the frazzled woman rushing to the visitation table with snacks. The nigga she was visiting didn’t even seem grateful that she was there. He was more concerned with the snacks she had put onto the table. I looked back at Capp and his eyes were trained on her. “You know shorty?” “Nah,” he replied, still never taking his eyes from her.
“What was the good news?” “Nigga, Capone and Erin getting engaged.” “Oh yeah.” I had been so wrapped up in my own shit that I had forgot they got engaged. While their love story was starting in Barbados, mine was fucking ending so their happy news wasn’t at the top of my list right now.
I was tired of walking around being so angry with him. As much as my brain wanted me to fix things with my husband, my heart was conflicted. Falling in love with my sneaky link was never part of the plan. It was something that was supposed to happen once and then it kept happening. The truth was that I wanted it to keep happening because the thrill of betraying Naheim felt so good.
What hurt the most is that we had plenty of conversations where I told him that we didn’t need to be together when he was released. We could just casually date. Neither of us needed to jump into something serious until he was released and knew what he wanted. His ass was the one who got all offended when I suggested such a thing. How the fuck you get offended and promise this is what you wanted, then turn around and do the same shit I was trying to prevent from happening?
“Baby Doll, I'm not saying Naheim is right. I let him have it and set his ass straight when he confessed to me. All I'm saying is that he’s a good dude. Just got off the track for a bit. As humans we’re able to make mistakes and pray that the people we love help us come back from it and forgive us. At least allow him to work on getting your forgiveness.” “I hear you.”
My guilt was also mixed in there too. I felt bad for having an affair on my husband. Then again, I was tired of women not getting their licks back. Men constantly cheated on their women and we were supposed to have such a forgiving heart and take them back.
Me and Ryai hadn’t been on the same page for a while. I excused her absence because I knew how hard death and hospitals were for her. She also knew it was hard for me so I thought that would still make her show up for me. While I was going through literal hell this summer, she was attending red carpets and award shows like real life wasn’t happening.
Right now, we were both going through a rough patch and trying to find our own way. Her, living the life of a basketball player’s girlfriend, and me soon to be a wife of a kingpin.
Every morning before Capone could wake up, I liked to sneak out the room and go down the hall to take a poop. I don’t care how much this man has seen, I refused to take a shit in front of him. If he was up before me, I waited until he left before I could release my bubble guts.
As a woman, I wanted him to believe that I didn’t take poops. Wasn’t that what every woman wanted their man to think? Maybe years down the line I would become comfortable with taking a shit in front of him or even passing gas.
Number one rule was nobody touches your ass after you finish using the bathroom. Even knowing I was clean, I just never liked being touched after using the bathroom.
I loved whenever Jo came over. It was never about how long she stayed. Something inside of me just knew something was wrong and Jo would never tell me. She would keep it to herself because she didn’t want me to worry or feel guilty. We were alike in some ways. As much as she complained about me, I got some of my traits from her.
I couldn’t wait to see Erin waddling around our house complaining about the baby sitting on some organ. All this shit had me excited to be a father again. After losing Naomi, I didn’t think I wanted to have any more children. It hurt so much that I never wanted to experience some shit like that again.
I looked at son and realized it was the same nigga that was in the club with Erin months ago – Trilla’s nephew. If I wasn’t hot already, this bitch had this random ass nigga coming to her door where my son laid his head. Ella knew if she was fucking around that she better not ever bring the nigga under this roof.
Ella thought she had checkmate, but little did she know my son wasn’t come back to this house. Checkmate!

