After I went legit with my lifestyle, Breshay ended up doing the same thing and letting me know that she didn’t want to have to financially depend on me. I was proud of her for that. Not to say that I wouldn’t always make sure that her and my kids were always straight, but it felt good that she had her own and didn’t always have her hand out whenever I came around. I supported Breshay in just about everything that she did, especially if it was positive.
When she decided that she wanted to go to college to get her nursing degree, I went with her to the orientation and everything. On nights when she needed to study, and it was her turn to have the kids, I would keep them, so she could focus on her school work. When she graduated, I was there in the stands, cheering her on.
Breshay was a damn good mother, but girlfriend wise, the shit just didn’t mix. Toward the end, we argued too much, and we just weren’t compatible anymore. There really wasn’t any solid reason as to why Breshay and I broke up, which is why I have yet to give one. We were better off as co-parents and as friends.
Without knocking, I walked straight into her room, and there she was. I probably should have knocked first because she was standing in front of her floor length mirror, butt ass naked as she applied lotion to her body. She wasn’t showing me nothing that I hadn’t already seen hundreds of times before. So, as if I wasn’t fazed by her nakedness, I closed the door behind me and walked over to the bench at the foot of her bed and took a seat. I know I said that I wasn’t fazed, but I was a nigga. A nigga with a dick at that, so I did peek a little bit.
Breshay was collard greens and cornbread thick. Meaning, the way her body was stacked, you couldn’t get this shit from lying down on the table. Food and life made her this thick. She had always had a big ass, with a teeny tiny waist, and some wide ass hips. But the moment she pushed out both of my kids for me, her shit got heftier. Like, right now, there was no doubt in my mind that I can set a glass of wine on her ass and the shit wouldn’t tip over. Yeah, she had gained a few stretch marks here and there from the pregnancy, but that shit was still sexy.
Ladies, please do not let these gay ass niggas out here tell you that stretch marks and cellulite wasn’t attractive because it was. While myself and my kids were a caramel complexion, Breshay was high yellow. She had big, brown eyes, perfect teeth, short hair, that she kept in a shoulder length bob, and she stood about 5’6”. She was fine, but I knew what she came with, so I was good on her.
“I really hate when you do that shit, Bully! If I walk in on you naked, it would be a problem, but you constantly walk in on me naked, and you think the shit is cool. How you think my man would feel, knowing that I’m exposing myself like this to my baby daddy?” she asked, and at the same time, she walked over to the bed and quickly threw on her bra and panties.
I waved her off and looked in the other direction, as she got dressed.
“I don’t got shit to hide. My dick is going to be big whether it’s on soft or I’m hard. You can’t walk in on me naked because you don’t have a key to my shit, and what nigga? You free to date and all of that, but run them niggas by me first, especially if you plan on having them around my kids. The first time my kids tell me that you had a nigga around them, you and I are going to have a problem,” I let her know.
I turned my face toward her now because I wanted her to see just how serious I was. Breshay was free to date whoever. I swear I wouldn’t get jealous, nor would I get in her ear and tell her that she couldn’t date. It was my kids that I was worried about. I felt like if she brought the nigga around me that she was dating, and I made it clear to him how I felt about my kids, then it left the nigga no choice but to respect my kids, especially when I wasn’t around. If he decides to disrespect my kids and he loses his life in the process, he can never fix his mouth to say that he didn’t know.
“You don’t have to tell me that, Bully! I know that already. It’s not that serious with us right now, but once it is, I’ll let him meet you. Those are my kids too, and I’m just as protective over them as you are,” she let me know, and I nodded my head in agreement because she was right.
She was finally fully dressed in her scrubs, and she walked over to her dresser to put a few dabs of perfume on.
“Speaking of relationships… I heard that you were all boo’d up last night at my job with some woman. Who is she?” Breshay asked.
It just dawned on me that I was for sure at the hospital that she worked at last night with Takari. The RNs who worked there were messy as fuck, so it was no telling who all told her that I was there with a woman and what they lied and told her that I was doing.
“I’m not in a relationship with shorty. She’s married, and we damn sure wasn’t boo’d up. She ran into the back of my whip with her car, and I was taking her to the hospital to see about her arm. Her shit was broken, and after they put a cast on it and shit, we were on our way. Tell them bald headed hoes that you work with to mind their fuckin’ business. Them bitches want to do everything but work,” I snapped.
“She’s a married woman, but you like her married ass. I’ve known you for years, Bully, and your ass isn’t the ‘let me take you to the hospital right quick, so we can see about your arm’ type of nigga! I remember when I went into labor with Zakiya, and I was in the apartment crying, and you told me to lay my ass back down and stop making all that noise. You dropping off bitches to the hospital now? I’m happy for you. You need some type of pussy in your life because you are always so damn uptight,” she said grabbed her wraparound purse from off the bed then wrapped it around her body. I laughed at the last part of her comment and pulled on the bottom of my goatee.
“What makes you think that I don’t get pussy? Because I don’t come over here and discuss that shit with you? You know I’ve never been the type of nigga to go around bragging on my dick,” I let her know.
“And you also never been the type of nigga to go aro
und fuckin’ random, different bitches! I know you, Bully! When it comes to what belongs to you, you’re selfish as fuck! You don’t like sharing, and you damn sure don’t like the feeling of having something new. You used to tell me all the time that you weren’t cheating on me because you enjoyed the feeling of the same warm pussy and because you were in the streets too much to be cheating. You’re a man with needs, so do I think that you smash a little something here and there? Damn right, but you not as wild as you think you are,” she said.
I waved her off because let Breshay tell it, her ass knew me better than my damn grandma, and that was the woman who raised me.
“Sooo, tell me. What’s her name? I want to know a few things about her,” she said, standing before me with her arms crossed against her chest.
“Like I said, it ain’t shit that I can tell you about that married woman. I took her to the hospital because her car was totaled, and that’s that. Ain’t you going to be late for work? Asking all these fuckin’ questions like you about to write a memoir or some shit of my life,” I said, standing up from the bench and walking past her and out of the room.
I didn’t even have to turn around to know that Breshay was behind me with that damn smirk on her face. My baby mama knew me well, so of course, she knew that I was downplaying the way I felt about shorty. I mean, a nigga wasn’t in love with her or no shit like that, but I’d be lying if I said that shorty wasn’t attractive.
8
Journey Evans
“What does it say?” my best friend since kindergarten, Nandi, asked me.
She and I were at school, and instead of being in our fourth period class like the rest of the students, we were hiding out in the accessible bathroom together as we waited to get these results. These pregnancy results. I knew that it was time to take a pregnancy test because since I’ve gotten my period a year ago, my shit came like clockwork. I was never even a day late on my period, so for four weeks to have gone past without a period, I knew that something was going on.
I was still without a phone, so the only time that I could look up things online to try and guess if I was pregnant or not was when I would con my little brother to let me use his iPad. Everything I read online from the late periods to the constant headaches that I’ve been getting, mixed with the nausea that I’ve had, all pointed to me being pregnant. I was stressing myself out with this for weeks, to the point that I was barely eating.
Last night, I told myself that it was time for me to go ahead and face reality, so I ended up downloading the TextNow app from Jaden’s phone, and I texted my best friend, Nandi, to let her know what was going on. Thank God for her. She had a twenty-four year old sister who lived with her and her parents, so she was able to find one of the last pregnancy tests in her sister’s bathroom, and she ended up bringing it to school for me this morning.
The plan was for me to meet up with Nandi this morning in the bathroom so I could take the test, but I was too scared. I ended up going to class, and Nandi damn near dragged me into the bathroom with her right before fourth period was set to start, and here we were. I’d peed on the stick more than five minutes ago, and I had the test on the sink, facing down. Hovering over it because I was too afraid to look, and I didn’t want Nandi to look for me. The look on her face proved to me that she was just as scared as I was.