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A man so perfect it’s painful to watch. I concluded.
“Something brown and sweet. Sounds like somebody I just met,” he chuckled. Oh God. I shuddered.
“Alecic. Soft-natured. Gentle. Fragile. Mild-mannered. I’d use those words to describe what’s in front of me. Their relation to an actual halo isn’t coincidental. The name suits you.”
“If the liquor didn’t do it, I have something that will,” he responded with a smirk on his nice, fluffy lips.
“It involves me taking you to my house, eating your pretty pussy until you beg for me to have mercy on you, then you putting my dick down your wet, slippery throat right before I slide into the mess we both create between your legs,” he articulated.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “Show me. Open that pussy back up and show me.”
“Your pussy is thanking me. That’s what the fuck is going on,” Ledge snarled as he tapped my center with his hand, bringing more of the waterworks.
“Practice makes perfect, pretty lady. Open a little wider so I can teach you how to suck this dick properly.”
Ledge was as quiet as he was cocky and he had every right to be. He’d been blessed in every department. God spared no material when creating him, especially not when it came to the third leg he was toting around as if it was normal. Wait. Is it?
“Goodbye, Ledge,” I said, again, stepping into my apartment. “See you later, Halo. It’s never goodbye.”
“Congratulations on the baby, again. If that nigga ever fuck up, I’m ready and willing to be stepdaddy.”
“You look good in my shit, by the way.”
God, please fix me. Heal me. Restore everything within me that has been broken.
“Or how about you bring it by yourself. I’ll send you my address. You could also bring it by our parents’ place. You’re family now. You don’t have to wait for meet-ups. Come through.”
At that moment, any and everything I’d ever heard of Liam Eisenberg was proven to be true. He was as fearless as he was feared. He was as haunting as he was haunted.
“I like her,” I blurted, unsure of where it had come from but it was my truth. “Like, really like her ass. Shit hit me where it hurt when I saw her poked out and shit in Target. The whole time, that’s a little me she’s carrying around.”
“I got some work to do so I’m going to jet. Make sure you give her that paper. Tell her whether she believes it or not, I’m already in love with the little baby growing in her big belly. She has nothing to fear. Everything will be everything,” I shouted as I rounded the truck, thrilled beyond explanation.
With two bags full of books on various topics as they related to or spoke directly about anxiety, introverts, agoraphobia, co-parenting, home births, and relationships, I entered my home from the garage.
My ideal love centered around devotion, protection, romance, patience, kindness, respect, and a bunch of filthy ass sex.
A son. I thought. I want a son.
The desire to pour into him all the love of a father that I’d been robbed of was the reason. He’d be my redemption. There wouldn’t be a day that would pass that he didn’t feel the love that I held for him.
So that her mother could have the chance to see how much beauty the world has to offer. So that her mother has the chance to experience a better life through her eyes. So that her mother could begin to heal through her.
We’ve both got scars, I discovered. Wounds that still need healing.
And, I’m in the dark. About the pregnancy, the baby, your health, the baby’s health, your world, everything. I’m lost. I’m on the outside hoping to be let in so that I can start this journey of being something that I’ve always wanted to be. A father.
But, agoraphobia has no place in our world. You have nothing to fear. I’ll protect you and our little one you’re carrying until my dying day. I’ll never purposely put you in a situation that will leave you feeling hopeless, trapped, or helpless. I’ll devote my time and my energy to making sure that you’re at your best and our child has the best of every single thing.
P.S. Belly pictures. Let me see.
Dear God, I’m at the end of my road. There’s nothing more that I can do to fix my brokenness. Without you, this road is impossible to travel. I’ve met a man, a fairly decent man from what I’ve learned so far. Together, we’re having a child and as selfish as I want to be, I can’t be. He deserves to love on, care for, and be with our child as much as I do. And, I want that for him, for me, and our unborn. But, I have no idea of how to let him in. The only man I’ve ever trusted destroyed me, ravished my soul, tainted my heart, abused my body, and turned me into someone I don’t even recognize.
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“I’m not doing it. Anywhere I go, so does my Glock. If he can’t come with me, then you can let me out right here. I’ll find a way back to the crib.”
“If you know what’s best for you, you’d fall the fuck back and let the lady get back to work. I’m sure she’s informed you that she’s married to a nigga that doesn’t have every screw.” “Luckily, she’s talking to a nigga with all of his missing and couldn’t give a fuck less about her nigga. I’m trying to be her friend.”
“When I put you down, you won’t get back up. Believe that, my nigga. So, I’m making sure he’s ready to care for a disabled son, not asking for his permission.” “Stand down, Laike.” “Nah. I think a lesson needs to be taught here.” “Teach me,” Lawe taunted.
“What’s good on here?” Lawe broke the silence. “Everything,” Laike answered. Simultaneously, they both lowered their menus and stared at one another. “I can’t stand this nigga, already,” Lawe admitted. “The feelings are mutual,”
“Don’t give it too much thought. As much as you might hate it, I’m a father. Whether I found out about you thirty-five years ago or a day ago, the same principles apply to you as Luca, Laike, and Lyric. Being a part of this family will teach you that it’s always the best of everything for my flock… y’all included.”
“I’m so happy to have you. I love you and I love your brother. I just hope you feel it right here.” He released me and tapped my chest.
“See, that’s what I’m trying to be on. I’ve had every kind of woman I could ever want, but I’ve never wanted them like I want this one. I knew that night I met her at my bar that she was something special. I’m a nigga of patience. I’m not rushing anything. I’m willing to keep at the pace she sets, but my mind is made up. I want a family and why not make that happen with her.”
“My wife. I know that feels good rolling off your tongue.”
“Your mom own a daycare?” “Our mom?” Luca corrected. “We don’t do step shit over here.”
Shut it off. The engine quieted. Get out. The car door slammed against the frame. Come here. Footsteps began, the cracked window making it easy to locate him without a visual. Pretty lady. Say it. “Pretty lady,” he called out. My God, you’re impossible. Spellbinding.
Please, Halo. I’m trying. I would love to see your face. Hear your voice. Rub your belly. And, kiss the baby to sleep. Please don’t keep running away from me. I’m not here to harm you. I’m here to hold you, love you, and help you. I’m ready when you are. We can start by you telling me one thing… Who hurt you?
“I’m the furthest from being tired of you, Halo. I haven’t had enough of you, yet. I’m tired of not having more of you. That’s all. That’s it. And, I don’t think you’re crazy. I think you’re fucking awesome, okay? I think you’re special and somehow was made especially for me. Look at you,”
“Or are you ready to meet daddy, already? Mommy saw him today. He’s so patient and so kind and so amazing. One day, we’re going to be a big, happy family. Maybe give you a sibling. You’d like that?”
“Aight. I’m about to be on my way. You want to come home with me? Maybe that’ll help you sleep? I have a few rooms. You can choose any one of them.”
My soul stirred. For the first time in my life, it was wrapped in the warmth and fragility of another being. Without a doubt, at that moment, I knew that I’d love this woman for a lifetime. And, slowly but surely, that lifetime was beginning. Patience.
“When you give me the chance, I’m going to love you down pretty lady, until your heart can’t take anymore.”
In a flash, I was up on my feet and sliding back into my slippers. I patted my pockets and the hoodie I wore for my keys. Staying was no longer an option. I had shit to handle and it wouldn’t get done laying on her couch.
The world doesn’t deserve her. She was rare, celestial. Incredible. There was no way someone had mistreated such a pure heart. I wouldn’t believe it and I knew that I wouldn’t sleep too well at night until they paid for their sickness.
“What you want me to do? Ignore everything you just said? I don’t understand. What are you expecting me to do?” “Lay down with me.”
“At this point, I’m locked in, aight? Like, locked the fuck in. And, I’d kill anything moving about you and this little one.” I pointed to her stomach while pausing.
“When you want some dick, pretty lady, open your mouth and use your words.”
I freed her face from my grasp and my hand began to roam her body. Just like the books I was reading daily to better understand her and my new role as a father, I wanted to study her for the rest of my days. Every day that she woke up a new version of herself, I wanted to be taught a new lesson. Get to know every single person she grew to be or regressed to meet. I wanted them all. I wanted her; everything included.
My dick was covered in her slipperiness. Peering at the completely covered piece of dark, veiny meat, I groaned. There was no avoiding it. I was going to cum when I reentered her pussy and I was going to cum fairly quick. Her pussy didn’t play fair.
