“Mani, all those damn shoes in there, you better find a pair or I will,” he said, smacking me on my ass.
I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes at him. Ever since I became pregnant, Rashard is on my ass like white on rice. I found me a pair of my pink Christian Louboutin heels with a very low heel, and got my pink Louis Vuitton purse to match. I threw on my last minute accessories while Shard held my cap and gown in his hands.
“You look beautiful baby. You the baddest graduate that I ever seen,” he said, kissing my lips.
“Thank you baby,” I said, leading the way downstairs.
When we got outside of his house, I noticed that there was a red 2015 Mercedes Benz jeep in the driveway, with a big red bow on the front of it.
“Oh my god Rashard, no you didn’t!” I screamed. He smiled down at me and gave me the keys to the car.
“How did you know I wanted this? Let alone, the red one?” I asked, happily.
“You might want to change your hiding spot for your diary,” he laughed. I playfully punched him in his arm and rained kisses all over his face.
“Thank you baby! I love you so so so much,” I said.
“You can thank me tonight, let’s go, today is your day,” he smiled.
I chose to drive the jeep to my graduation. I couldn’t wait for everybody to see me pushing this big boy! I was excited and pissed that he read my damn diary. Every day, I like to write down certain things in my diary, whether it be how I’m feeling on that specific day, a goal that I want to accomplish, or just anything that I feel is worth writing down. My mom introduced me to writing in a diary when I was in high school, and I have been doing it ever since. It’s very therapeutic, and it actually keeps me sane. Now, the page that Rashard must have read was when I told my myself that I was going to buy myself a red 2015 Mercedes Benz jeep. I could have easily asked my daddy to get it for me, but I actually wanted to be able to say that I purchased it by myself–but shit, it’s here now and I damn sure ain’t going to tell Rashard to take it back. Hell no!
Chapter 10: Imani
“Imani Jones!”
The crowd went wild as my name was being called. I looked up and saw all the love there from the people that came and supported me. My mom, my dad, my grandma, Shard, Breesha, Dontae, Bria, Nae, Sincere, and Janiya. I don’t know who screamed the loudest out of all of them. I had to laugh, because they didn’t stop yelling until I sat back down at my seat. The rest of the ceremony went by pretty fast. I couldn’t control the constant smile that kept showing. I was so happy and very much proud of myself. After the ceremony was over, I spotted my whole gang of family in the front waiting on me. I was rushed with flowers, cards, and balloons. Everybody told me how proud they were of me, which caused me to get very emotional.
Rashard came and hugged me and wiped the tears from my eyes. These were tears of joy that I was crying right here. All those nights of staying up and studying my ass off had finally paid off. One degree down, one more to go. I had everything planned out though. I planned to receive my bachelor’s degree and work, and while I’m working, go for my masters degree.–following in my mommy’s footsteps.
“Alright cry baby, let’s see that big boy that Shard kept bragging about in there,” Nae said, pulling me away.
I laughed, and we all headed outside. Everybody was fascinated by my jeep while I stood back and talked to my mom, dad, and grandma. My ass kept putting it on hold to have Rashard come and meet them. Every time he would try and get me to meet his mom, I would make up some type of excuse, too. I don’t know why, but my ass was just scared for some reason. I knew today that the moment was coming that my parents were going to have to meet Rashard, so I was pretty much ready for whatever.
“So did you meet Shard?” I asked them, mainly looking at my mom to see how sh
e was going to react.
“Yeah, I met him. I like him so far. You just hope it stays that way, because I would hate to have to fuck him up for hurting you,” my mom said, which caused me and my grandma to laugh.
I turned my attention to my daddy, “What about you Daddy? Did you meet him?”
“Yeah, I met your little boyfriend. I don’t have a problem with him, Imani. As long as he makes you happy, that’s all that matters. I know for a fact he loves you too, because that car says it all, plus the way he was screaming for your ass when they called your name. I know one thing though, you better not let that little nigga take my spot,” my dad said, with his jealous ass.
“Aww Daddy, no one could ever take your spot,” I said, walking over to him and giving him a hug, and placing a kiss on his cheek.
That’s all I wanted. I just wanted for my family to accept my man, because he wasn’t going anywhere, especially now since I’m getting ready to have his baby. My family has accepted him, so now it’s time for me to stop being scary and go and meet his mom to find out if she’s cool with me fuckin her son. Even if she’s not cool with it, I didn’t plan on leaving him at all.
After everyone finished droolin’ over my new jeep, we all decided to go to Benihana’s for dinner. Later that night, I went home with Rashard and by the time he finished with me, I was exhausted. The way he just finished fuckin me, I wouldn’t be surprised if the next time I went to the doctor, they told my ass I was carrying twins!
Chapter 11: Sharice
It was eight o’clock at night, and I had just woke up from a long ass nap. Somehow, I was able to convince Dontae to let me get Bria for the weekend because I lied to him, saying that I wasn’t with Fred anymore and he didn’t have to worry about him being over there at all. Of course I was still with Fred, but I had to think of something that would allow me to get my baby for at least two days. I was calling Dontae’s phone nonstop after the last incident, and I was finally able to get through to him. He dropped Bria off with me yesterday afternoon, and I’ve had her ever since.
I don’t care what nobody says, Dontae had to love my ass because he always threatens to take Bria away from me, but he never does. Okay, I wouldn’t necessarily say that he loves me, but I do think that he would feel some time type of way, knowing that he was keeping my own daughter away from me. I’ll admit, in the past I’ve made some fucked up decisions when it came to my daughter but shit, I was trying my best now to become a mother that my daughter can look up to. If it was going to take me giving up sliding down the pole and finding a real job for Dontae to take me serious, then shit, I planned on doing that.
I don’t know what they over there filling my daughter’s head up with, but she acted like she hated my ass. I tried to be a nice, loving mother to her, but I was starting to think maybe it was a little too late for all of that. I know one thing though, every penny I made went to my daughter, and then myself. I made sure my daughter’s hair was always done, and that she stayed in the nicest clothing. A bitch can never fix they lips to say that Bria Armani Harris was caught looking bummy, because Lord knows that I keep my daughter up to par; I just have a fucked up way of showing her that I love her.
Back to the matter at hand; I turned the light on in my room and noticed that Fred wasn’t laying in the bed with me, like he was before I went to sleep. I checked the den, the porch, and the bathrooms, but I didn’t see him there either, but his car was outside. I crept over to my daughter’s room, because I heard light whimpers coming from out of her room. I silently opened the door, and what I saw was something that a mother was never supposed to see. It was enough to make me want to crawl under a rock and just die, but I had to be there for my baby.