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“If yall wanted a baby I coulda helped. My lil swimmers strong enough to break through the Great Wall of China, I know damn well they can reconstruct a damaged uterus.”
She wanted the baby to share their blood, traits, and genes. Marley wanted to experience the pregnancy from the very beginning, and thanks to Harper, her wish was coming true.
“Correction, you’re a hoe,” Sammy interjected. “A big one at that.” “And what were you before my brother trapped you?” Nova snapped. “Free-spirited,” she giggled. “Keep playing with me,” Romeo gritted, entering the living room with their babbling daughter in his arms. “You weren’t a hoe, just gently used.”
“Kennel? You calling my baby a dog?” Sammy bucked her eyes. “Her little ass ain’t all human. Gotta be mixed with pit-bull or something.”
“Can she get in the bed with me?” Harper asked, lifting her head. “Bitch no,” Marley hissed. “This isn’t Handmaid's Tale.”
“How can I not be sensitive when my husband's semen is about to be inserted into you? What if you develop feelings for him? What if you kill me and try to be with him? Oh my god, what if my baby turns out to be crazy like your sonnnnn? Never mind,” Marely said with a shake of her head. “Close her legs,
put my husband's sperm back in the tube. Better yet, I'll swallow it...hand it here.”
“I love you too, even though I thought my first time in bed with another woman would be a little different. You didn’t even take me to dinner and I opened my legs for you.” “I knew you was gay,” Marley snickered.
“Did you not hear what she said? Two fucking heartbeats and that’s not including mine! I said I'd have one baby for them, not two! Husband, my coochie is going to get blew the fuck out! I’m not going to have any wallsssss,” she cried, sliding to the floor. “Lord, noooo, please.”
“Bro, you cool as fuck and I’m letting you borrow my wife's body, but her pus-” he paused, gathering his composure. “Her lady parts are mine. If I slutted her out while she was nine months pregnant with my own child, ain’t nobody safe.” “Let ’em know daddy. Got us fucked up. Better hope they don’t come out with dents on the top of their heads,” Harper laughed. “Have they asses rubbing out soft spots for months.”
“I love Julius, and I don’t say it just to say it. Like, I love that man and how he handles me. When I’m flying off the handle, he reels me back in. When I’m missing Billy, he holds me without saying a word. He doesn’t try to sympathize like he knows what it's like to lose a child. Instead, he allows me to fall apart, and when I’m finished, he puts me back together. Julius is rough around the edges, but with me…” She smiled at the thought of him. “He’s soft as cotton.”
“I didn’t marry no weak bitch, did I?” The tone of his voice changed, making Marley sink deeper into her seat. His voice did that to her. It provided comfort even when he was miles away.
Examining the dining room, she marveled over the white décor with splashes of gold, beige, and brown. The teddy bear theme was soft and almost angelic.
Large baby blocks sat in front of the door next to a big sign that read, “It’s a twin thing!”
“Well, you wanted a new bus and I wanted to give you a baby moon. A tropical island would’ve been cool, but I know you like nature and shit, so here we are. Come on.”
The converted school bus had been gutted out from the front, back, bottom, to the top. Dark gray panels covered the walls, and black tiles decorated the floor. The front half had been turned into a living room space with a couch and a table that converted
into a computer desk and counter space so she
could create new recipes. The middle was made into a kitchen equipped with a mini fridge, hot plate, and more storage space. There was a full bathroom with a stand-u...
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Three different sex toys, a couple of pre-rolled joints on bedazzled clips, shot glasses, and a bottle of Henny rested on a charcuterie board.
Every time
she dared to dream, she was reminded that dreams were just that: dreams. And the real world had no room for dreams.
