“I’m not going to tell yo’ ass again, Jasmine,” I shouted with force.
“He’s not here!”
“Well, I need to see him and make sure that he’s mine.”
“Why are you so concerned now, Shay?”
“Are you serious? You just showed up and showed the fuck out in front of my woman!” Before I knew it, my hands were around Jasmine’s neck. I was literally choking the shit out of her when I heard a man’s voice yelling.
“Shay, you killing her, bruh!” Todd said, while trying to pry my fingers from around Jasmine’s neck. Thank God that he showed up. “Damn bruh!” Todd said, as he looked back at me, while making his way to what seemed to be a bedroom.
Jasmine was on the floor, holding her neck, as she coughed and gasped for air. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. Then I walked her into the hallway. “Look Jazz, I’m not trying to hurt you or put my hands on you. I am just trying to do the right thing, but you’re playing games. If I really am the father of your baby, then let me do my part. To be honest, I never meant to skip out on you. The thing is that I don’t remember you being with me, the night you said you was. I don’t remember having sex with you Jasmine, real spit. My mom said you only showed her a picture of the baby. I want to see him in person and I should technically be able to—”
“No your ass is crazy, and you’re never going to see him. Just drop off my check and you can go back to your psycho wifey and leave us alone.”
Oh my fucking gosh, maine! Is this how it feels to become a baby daddy? I really don't understand this bitch at all. Here I am trying to be responsible and she's on some real life fuck shit.
“I’m not paying child support for a baby that I can’t see, and I will see him. Take me to him right the fuck now!”
“No nigga, fuck you!”
The next thing I knew, slapped the shit of Jasmine. This time nobody came to her rescue. I slapped her a few more times, hoping to get her under control. I stopped to see if she was going to play fair. She was crying and holding her face. I hadn’t punched her in the face, because I didn’t want to catch a case. A black eye is easy to see and swells up fast. You know the police would love to rough me up and take me to jail, and Jasmine’s bitch ass would love to call ‘em.
“Why are you doing this to me, Shay?” I was confused by how sincere Jasmine appeared to be and so innocent at this moment. “I’m sorry Shay, damn.” Jasmine grabbed my arm and pulled me close.
She was almost cute with her eyes so sad and big. Her bottom lips curled up into a frown. She put her arms around me and looked up at my face. I looked down at her and kissed her head. She grabbed my face and kissed my lips.
“Jasmine, please show me my baby, please. Is that too much to ask?” I asked, but she didn’t reply.
Instead, Jasmine kissed me harder. I sat her down on the floor and wiped her face. “I need to see the baby, Jasmine,” I said, as Jasmine pulled her shirt up to show her bare nipples. She put my hand on one. We started kissing more and practically started fucking, right there in the hall.
Then Jasmine whispered in my ear. “Let’s make another baby, Shay.”
“What!”
“I love you, Shay. Marry me and let’s be together forever.”
“The fuck, you crazy bitch! You need help,” I said, as I pushed her off me. “First, you need to bring the baby that already exists out of hiding.”
It felt so weird to be looking at this bitch I hardly know, not knowing if she's the mother of my child. It's a weird feeling that I kind of like, just not with her.
Please don’t let this be my future. I don't know what I have to do, but please let this be a huge mistake.
“You just want to sit here and play games. To be honest, you're lucky that I showed up here. I’m only doing this because I promised my mom that I would. Otherwise, I wouldn’t give two fucks about you and whoever’s baby that is. Really, at this point, I still don’t. I need a blood test done, ASAP!”
“Yeah right and I don’t know where you are going to get a blood test done right now.”
“I'm not no fuck boy, I did my research, bitch. They sell paternity tests at any drug store, quit playing.” I started thinking about the time that Todd got his baby tested. He went straight to the drug store, got one of those paternity packages, and sent the swabs straight to the lab. My boy has been on straight up daddy mode with his baby ever since.
“I got this, Jasmine; all I need is to see the baby. I will put it to you like this, if I don’t see him, then he just won’t have no dad, and that is something I would hate to do over your dumb ass.”
“Okay, okay! I will pick him up and bring him to your house tonight, but I can’t take you to go get him… I just can’t.”
“All right then, tonight… and don’t make me come back over here.”
“Dayum bruh! You was about to kill Jasmine’s ass. Did she show you the baby or what? Better yet, what the fuck did Sacaria have to say about the situation? Yo’, she put paws on Jasmine. I didn't know lil mama had hands like that. I wish I could have recorded that fight. I would be uploading that joint to YouTube right now as we speak, ya dig!”
I knew Shay didn't want Sacaria out there fighting. He's too used to those stuck up bitches that gotta keep it cute, no matter what. Sacaria ain’t fooling me, not one bit. She can hide behind that curly hair and pretty face, but she ain’t nothing but a hood rat in disguise. Shay dressed her up and kept her lips zipped, but I'm not going for it. I know a hood rat when I see one.
It took Shay this long just to bring her to the hood so she could look out of place. Who do he think he’s fooling? Get the fuck out of here with that shit.
“Nah, but Jasmine is supposed to bring the baby by my crib later on. I don’t trust it though. Something just ain’t right about this entire situation. Did you see the baby? You be over there,” Shay asked, with a dumbfounded look on his face.
Sarcastically I said, “I feel it bruh, but nope I don’t pay attention to no babies that ain’t mine. I’m only over there every blue moon and even then, I go straight to the room then straight back out the door. Nigga get the fuck out of here! So you think I been seeing the baby she claim is yours, and not mentioned it to you?” I asked, shaking my head and looking at Shay up and down.
I couldn't help, but to play the devil’s advocate, because I really didn’t appreciate the disrespect that had been coming my way from Shay. “I gotta admit, it don’t sound right to me either. Why would she lie though?”
The entire time Shay was talking to me, I couldn't help but look at him sideways. Call it what you want, but ever since he got with Sacaria, it’s like he don’t trust Q’Mari and me no more. Both Q’Mari and I have been telling this fool to beware of Sacaria, but he acts like we tripping.
For a minute, Sacaria’s name had been in the streets when she was running with Erica and Taniyah, so we had to tell him. That’s our job and he knows it. Q’Mari and I tried to be a part of the circle, but Erica and Taniyah’s asses was way too sneaky for our taste. I felt as if I was being set up, every time we chilled with them hoes. Everybody knows that one of the best ways to get to a nigga, is through a bitch.
This is the first time Shay has treated us like this and it cuts like a knife. But check it, the first time shit go wrong, we gon’ be the first people he calls. I have to have his back unless I tell him otherwise, because I’m a man of my word, but I don't know about Q’Mari. Q’Mari is crazy as fuck and he don't take any form of betrayal well. Accident or nah, Q’Mari still ain’t having it.
“So what are you going to do if the baby is yours?”
“I have to take care of it, but I’m not trying to accept that possibility right now, bruh. I haven't even talked to Sacaria since the fight. She asked me to drop her at her mom’s house and I did. I want to face her with facts and solutions, and she probably needs time to think. She might not even want ya boy no more.”
“Stop crying over that little bit—” Shay shot me a quick glance. “That girl ain’t going nowhere. She somewhere turning up and talking shit about you to her raggedy ass friends. Soon as that get old, she will be right back in yo’ face. My baby momma do the same shit all the time. You ain’t ever messed with a female long enough to know. The minute one thing goes wrong, you’re on to the next, but when you got a baby momma you see it all.”
“I know, but I didn't want that life for Sacaria though. I don't want her going through this shit. I mean, I’m not perfect by any means. I dipped a few times, but it didn't feel right. Right now, I’m a one-woman man.”
“What? You cheated on Sacaria, bruh!”
“Lower your voice, shit!”
“Can’t nobody hear me, ole paranoid, pussy-whipped, looking ass. Nah, but I feel you; I just can’t be with one woman like that though. It’s not meant for me. My dick don’t have no chill.”
“I didn't think mine did either. To be honest, I felt like this before the sex though. I waited to have sex with her.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I wanted to be happy for Shayvon, but it’s too different to hear him talking like this. I mean wasn’t he the same nigga with a butt-naked foreign bitch in his car a little while back? He didn't even know her name. This was the same night that we was as high as giraffe ass, fucking in a room full of hoes.
I think Sacaria put voodoo on Shay, real talk. I’m not about to let my ears be subject to any more of this nonsense. “Shay man, I hate to cut you off, but I gotta make a few runs and I know your plate is full for the day, so I will holler at you later.” With some dap and a half hug, I was out of there and on to my own business.
“Sasha, da fuck wrong witchu blood?”
Sasha was sitting on the living room couch with a box of Kleenex next to her, wiping a small tear from her eye. “Shit… just got this lil situation to handle. I got it though, bruh.”
“A’ight Sasha, you know you got goons. If one of these lil muthafuckas out here being reckless, you need to speak up.”
“It’s good folk. I know you got me…”
“Well then what the fuck is up? You don't be crying and shit. Who da fuck died?”
“Nah, the rubber broke. Na mean… I got it though. I got an appointment in the morning.”
“Then what the fuck you crying fo? If you wanna keep it, then keep it. Shit, you fam. When I say I gotchu, that mean I gotchu. What, that nigga ain’t stepping up? I can go see that nigga about something right now, if you want me to.”
“Nah, nah, I haven't even told em. I just figured since we just fucking around, that he ain’t gon’ be down with no baby daddy shit. Feel me?”
“What you need to do is call that nigga right now and get them tears out yo’ face. Let that man know he gotta baby on the way. If shit don’t go right, I want to know about it, ASAP,” I said, letting Sasha know that I meant business. Sasha is like our little sister around here. I be damned if I let some fuck boy dog her out and not take care of his. That’s what he ain’t gon’ do, is leave her hanging like that.
“Thank you, Todd. You know I got love for you.” Sasha tried to hug me.
“Gon’ wit all dat mushy shit. Go call that man…”
“Yo, y’all got Sasha sitting up here fucked up and ain’t said shit to her.”
Three females was sitting at the table, cutting up dope and looking afraid to reply. Nobody said a word. “Oh so y’all not gon’ say nothing?”
Q’Mari came walking out from the back yard patio. “Nigga, shut that shit up. Sasha is a boss. She won’t talk to nobody about shit, and she don’t need to cuddled and shit.”
“Nigga, its coddled and she do need to know we got her. That’s fam. What da fuck?”
“I don’t give a damn what it’s called, but she know we got her.”
“Her and a baby, nigga,” I said, to Q’Mari like he was dumb as fuck.
“A baby! Yo, what baby?”
“Sasha is pregnant, man. We need to celebrate. We bout to have another lil ‘G’ to school around this joint.”
“Well, who the daddy? I hope it ain’t that one lil dude that be trippin’ wit Ebony ass up there by 5th Street. I don’t like that lil nigga. We gon’ have to shake that nigga up like a tree.”
“Regardless, we gotta be there for her and her baby.”
“Oh, you already know.” Q’Mari gave me dap to seal the agreement. Then he sent one of the runners to fetch Hennessy and some tall cans from the store. “I think we out of backwoods. Bring some of those joints back too. Hurry up nigga, we got some celebrating to do.
“Shit, speaking of hurrying up. I am supposed to be picking up Makias. Damn, I don’t want to hear Guari’s mouth. I will be holler at y’all later. Gone.” I headed for the door in a rush. I forgot to pick up my lil man. As much as I love ghetto bitches, having a baby by one is too much. Everything I do is wrong in her eyes. Guari can’t see or appreciate when I’m trying to be a good father and be there for my son. If it wasn't for my lifestyle, I would take her ass to court and take full custody, but I’m not ready to be a full-time dad. However, I spend more time with him than I do anything else. My lil nigga is a ‘G’ and I love him to death. He don’t want for nothing and he never will.
I
’m not sitting still anymore, waiting on Shayvon. He’s probably out doing God knows what, with God knows who. I have been so good to him over the past months, and I can’t take it anymore. I need to do something that I like to do. Shay really has me messed up right now. With all of this bullshit going on and he hasn’t even called me to say, ‘hi bitch, are you still breathing’? Maybe his so-called baby momma was telling the truth about him. Because the Shay I know, would have called me a long time ago. As a matter of fact, the Shay I know would have never stood there in silence and let another female rip our future apart and then drop me off at Davona’s, like it was nothing.
I guess that’s what I get for trying to be someone that I'm not. I'm happy with him being whomever I need to be to keep us on track. In other words, I’m seeing him be happy, but right now, I can give two fucks about what he wants. The last thing that I’m going to do is sit around being heartbroken and miserable. I spent too much time doing that in the past. This is a new motherfucking day and it’s about me.
It’s Friday and truth be told, Taniyah is the only one bothering to take care of me. Shay’s mom would have been there, but I don’t want to sit there bored all day. Listening to scriptures and getting lectured about being forgiving and finding a church to belong to. At the end of the day, Shay still hasn’t even called me and I’m not about to chase him. Maybe he said ‘fuck me and it’s over’ for us. If that’s the case, then it’s cool, but tonight I'm doing me and if it gets back to him, then oh well.