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Chapter 12

MEME

              Today was a big day for me and I was still lagging around in bed. My baby shower was two hours away and I was dreading having it without my parents being here to witness it. They had missed so much of my life and it killed me every day knowing they wouldn’t get a chance to see their very first grandchild.

              I finally found enough strength to get out of bed to put on some clothes. I walked over to my closet to grab my attire for my baby shower. I had ordered this bright yellow spaghetti-strap shirt with “Mommy to be”, written in white lettering across the front, from online. My long, white skirt would accompany it. Taysia had just texted that she was on her way to pick me up. She was bringing my grandmother, Mildred, to Albany with her.

              While looking through my closet, a strong contraction hit me so hard that I had to grab and hold on to the wall. I knew that it was a contraction because Braxton Hicks didn’t feel anything like this. This had to be the worst pain ever. I turned around to walk out of my closet and a gush of liquid fell from between my legs and covered the floor. My fucking water had broke! I caught hell walking over to the bed to grab my phone. I needed to call Taysia to find out how far she was. She needed to get me to the hospital ASAP. My hands were shaking like hell trying to dial her number. At the same time, I was timing my contractions to see how far apart they were. Luckily, she answered on the first ring.

              “Heeeeyyy mommy-to-be! You ready for the big day!” I could hear the excitement in her voice.

              “AHHHHHH!!! SHIT!!!” I screamed into the phone as another contraction lit my ass up. I used to swear up and down those women on that TV show “A Baby Story” was exaggerating while they were in labor, but now I know that they were far from exaggerating.

              “Oh my God! MeMe, what’s wrong?” Taysia yelled back.

              “I’m…in labor! My water…just broke!” I struggled like hell to make that statement. I was trying to catch my breath because that contraction knocked all of the wind out of me.

              “Okay MeMe! I’m about ten minutes away…just try to relax. Please try to keep that baby in until we get you to a hospital MeMe!” Taysia begged.

              “Whew shit!!! Okay,” I said and hung up the phone. I went to grab my bags that I had already packed and prepared for this day. I grabbed the baby bag that contained baby clothes in it. Then I grabbed the bags with my clothes in it. At that moment, I hated that my room was all the way up stairs because I wasn’t sure if I would be able to make it down. I tried to hurry down the stairs before another contraction slipped up on me. I was mentally counting how many steps I had left to go before I reached the bottom. I was about six steps away when another contraction tore through my body.

              “AHHHHHH GOD!!!! PLEASE!!!” I began to cry. I had to drop the bags and hold on to the rail of the stairs. Beads of sweat began pouring down my face.
Taysia, please hurry the fuck up!

              I picked the bags back up and made it downstairs. I opened the front door and left that bitch wide open so that I could hear Taysia when she pulled up. I walked over to the couch and dialed JaMel. As usual, he didn’t answer. Now was not the time for this bullshit. I didn’t give a damn if he was with his wife. He was not about to miss the birth of our first born. I was about to call him again, but another contraction was slowly creeping up on my ass. It was like the contraction was fucking with me. I leaned over the arm of the chair and braced myself for it.

              “AHRRRRGH!!! LORD PLEEEEASSSE!!!” I cried out. If I would’ve known contractions were this bad I would’ve kept my legs closed. That’s damn sure what I had planned to do from here on out. I didn’t even call JaMel back. I sent him a text instead. I was so out of breath and energy that I only had enough to text him one word.

             
ME: LABOR!!!!

              I felt like I hit the jackpot when I heard Taysia’s car pulling up. I met her at the door. I wanted to laugh so bad at my grandma sitting in the passenger’s seat of Taysia’s tricked out Dodge Charger. She was looking straight gangsta.

              “How the hell you gonna go in labor on the day of your baby shower?” she laughed and helped me to the car. Soon as I opened the door to the backseat grandma Mildred started running her mouth.

              “Tehehehehe! I bet you’ll keep them legs closed after this won’t cha?” She and Taysia laughed, but I didn’t find shit funny.

              “Grandma, now is not the time!” I said with an attitude. I wasn’t trying to give Grandma any lip but my emotions were taking over.

              “MeMe, who you think you talking to like that? I’ll have Taysia pull this car over the side of the road to get me a switch so I can wear yo’ butt out!” She was dead ass serious too.

              “Mrs. Mildred, you wouldn’t whoop MeMe while she’s pregnant would you?” Taysia was laughing so hard that she was holding her side. I didn’t even indulge in their conversation. I laid back on Taysia’s back seat as if it was a bed, and propped both of my feet up on her door as if I were getting a pap smear.

              “I damn sho’ will! That baby almost out now…..ain’t gone do no harm!” Grandma said.

              I ignored them and pulled out my phone. I was going to blow JaMel’s ass up until I couldn’t any more. On our way to the hospital, Taysia called Phoebe to let them know we was on our way. When we pulled up to the emergency entrance, the nurses and paramedics were standing outside waiting for me. I stuck my phone in my bag and prayed that JaMel would eventually show up, because if he didn’t, I would be sure to make his life a living hell from this day forward.

Chapter 13

JaMel

              I had been contemplating everyday whether or not I should go to Meme’s baby shower even though I had already told her “No” a million times whenever she asked. Every time she brought up the matter I would change the subject. I had been feeling bad about it, but I felt much better when I was awakened to Taysia’s warm, wet lips wrapped around my dick this morning. It had been awhile since she and I did any role play, so I was like a dog in heat when I tried to open my eyes and realized that she had blindfolded me. I grabbed the back of her head with both of my hands and fucked her mouth nice and slow. She then held my dick with one of her hands and cupped my balls with the other.

              Once she was done giving me head, I felt her stand up in the bed. She walked up towards me, enough so that my head was between her feet. I swiped my tongue across my top lip because I knew what was next to come. She sat down on my face and I locked my arms around her thighs so that she was unable to move. I flapped my tongue on her nub, then pulled on it hard and let it go. I loved the way Taysia’s love button poked out, just enough for me to hold on to. She was moaning silently as she tried to break loose, but my grip on her thighs were too tight. Her pussy tasted like warm caramel as I allowed her cream to pour in my mouth. She stood up and walked back down towards my man. I felt her grab him with her hand and insert him into her pretty, pink valley. Taysia was tight as fuck. The last time she was this tight was when I took her virginity six years ago. She felt so good gripping me. I pulled her down on me so that we were chest to chest. I wanted to explore her mouth with my tongue. Gripping her soft, juicy ass I rocked in and out of her at a steady pace.

              “Fuck them guts daddy!” she moaned silently while pulling on my bottom lip with her teeth. She started moving her ass around in a circular motion and that motion alone made me reach my peak.

              “Aaaahhrr! Fuck!” I groaned as Taysia sat up so that she was sitting straight up on me. She began moving up and down contracting her muscles, sucking out every bit of sperm I had left in me.
God I hope she gets pregnant!

              I smiled as I pulled the blindfold up to my forehead. I knew right then at that very moment that my life couldn’t possibly get any worse.

***

              “OH SHIT!!! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME MRS. DEBRA! THE FUCK YOU GOT GOING ON!!!” I yelled as I threw Mrs. Debra off of me and jumped up.
Lord, please tell me I did not just fuck my wife’s mother!
I looked down at my dick and it was dripping with Mrs. Debra’s cum. I felt so fucking disgusting. This was the worse shit I had ever done in my life.

              “Son-in–law, don’t front! You liked that shit! Now tell me whose better, mama’s pussy or daughter’s pussy?” She threw her head back and let out this devious laugh. This bitch is crazy for real!

              “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO SOME SHIT LIKE THIS! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN MY HOUSE?”

              “Taysia been ignoring my calls, so I decided to stop by. Boy was I lucky when I turned the knob and the door was unlocked! I was even luckier when I came in here and saw you lying in bed, butt ass naked! Son-in–law, you got some good ass dick! I see why my daughter married yo ass!” She fell out laughing again.

              “You too old for this shit! Taysia’s yo fucking daughter and you at her man!”

              “THAT BITCH THINK SHE’S BETTER THAN ME! I MADE HER!!! SHE THINKS SHE CAN TREAT ME LIKE SHIT JUST BECAUSE I’M AN ADDICT!! FUCK HER!!!” She began to cry hysterically. I felt no sympathy for her trifling ass. I threw on a pair of my gym shorts.

              “YOU SOUND STUPID AS FUCK! GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE WITH THIS SHIT!” I grabbed her by her hair and literally drug her ass out my house. I had to get this bitch up out of here before I first 48 her ass.

              “FUCK YOU JAMEL!! LET ME GO!!!” She was screaming to the top of her lungs but I didn’t care. Once I threw her out in the yard, I went back in the house and got her clothes. I came back to the door and threw them out right behind her.              

              “GET THE FUCK OUT MY YARD!!!” I told her.

              “You better hope and pray Taysia don’t answer that phone!!!! I’m telling it all!!!” I was so pissed at what just happened that I didn’t even respond. I slammed the door, leaving Mrs. Debra butt ass naked in my yard. My mind was racing 100 miles per hour. I ran to the bedroom to grab my phone. For what, I don’t know. Who the hell could I possibly call about some shit like this? Once I unlocked the phone, my screen was invaded with missed calls and messages. My gut feeling told me to check the messages first. There was a message from MeMe.

             
Meme: LABOR!!!

             
Oh shit!!!
I didn’t have time to check anything else. I ran and jumped in the shower. I washed my dick damn near five minutes straight trying to get Mrs. Debra’s fluid off of me. I was trying to make sure it was all the way gone. I felt filthy. About ten minutes later, I was on the highway with my emergency lights on heading to Albany. I had the pedal to the floor. Nothing or no one was going to stop me from seeing my first born enter this world. I called Taysia’s phone damn near ten times but she didn’t answer. Fuck it! I hope by the time she calls back, I have my lie together, because I was about to be MIA for a while.

Chapter 14

NATAYSIA

I felt sorry for MeMe as I watched her have contractions back to back. She wasn’t fully dilated, so the nurses were constantly in and out of her room checking her cervix. I wanted to take pictures of her but I had left my phone in my car. MeMe didn’t want me to tell Mega that she was in labor because she felt like Mega and her baby daddy might run into each other if they both showed up. I wanted so badly to ask her where the hell her baby daddy was and why wasn’t he here with her holding her hand instead of me, but I kept my mouth shut. It saddened me to watch her go through this alone. I wish JaMel would try some shit like this with me. I knew a part of her was hurting because her baby daddy wasn’t here. I watched her through my rearview mirror on our way to the hospital, call him numerous of times but he wouldn’t answer. MeMe and I were the only two in the room. Mrs. Mildred and Meme’s friend, Shay was in the waiting room.

              Kira had reached out to everybody and informed them that the baby shower had been cancelled until further notice. I looked at the lines on the monitor and saw that MeMe was about to have another contraction. I rub her hand gently as she squeezed the shit out of mine and screamed.

              “OHHHHHH! GOD!!!! JESUS!!!” she cried out. “I WANT THE EPIDURAL!!!! Please go get my nurse and tell her to give me the epidural!” MeMe was crying hard as hell. I buzzed Meme’s nurse and she came in right away to check her cervix.

              “Mrs. Banks, it looks like you are making progress. You’re at five and a half centimeters now, are you sure want to get an epidural”

“Oh Lord....well how long is it going to be...I can’t go any longer!!” MeMe whined to the nurse.

“Right now we’re on the baby’s watch. You’re making great progress so the baby should be out soon.”

              “Okay. I think I can go on without it,” MeMe said. I know she had been telling me that she wanted to have a natural birth.

              With that being said, the nurse removed her blue latex gloves and threw them in the trash. She stuck her hands under the hand sanitizer machine on her way out and closed the door.

              “Taysia, look in my bag and get my phone for me. I need you to call my baby daddy and tell him to bring his ass!!!!”

“Ok, what’s his number?” I asked.

“Press send....he was the last person I called. He’s stored under baby daddy.”

“Ok.”

              I pressed send and I saw where MeMe had called ‘baby daddy’ damn near a thousand times. I pressed send again and my heart stopped when I saw my husband’s face pop up on her screen. I was not prepared for this shit!

              “OH MY GOD! THIS…THIS IS MY HUSBAND MEME!!!!” I yelled at her. My entire body went numb as I fell to the floor with Meme’s phone in my hand.

***

              When I finally regained consciousness, I was in a room down in the emergency department. They had started an IV, and the blood pressure machine was wrapped around my arm. I replayed the events in my head and I was still in disbelief. There was no way possible that my husband was Meme’s baby daddy. JaMel would never cheat on me. That’s what I wanted to believe anyway, but my intuition knew better. I had to get back up to Meme’s room and find out what the fuck was going on. She couldn’t have known that I was JaMel’s wife or else she wouldn’t have handed me her phone to call him. Either way, I was going to fuck her up! The thought of Meme or any other woman having any parts of my husband, was asking me to beat that ass. I didn’t give a damn who she was! The doctor came inside and rolled his stool next to my bed.

              "Mrs. Taylor, your blood pressure is extremely high. That is what caused you to pass out on the 5th floor." I just listened. I wanted to tell him that I was on the fifth floor supporting my husband’s baby mama through her labor, and didn’t know it. That’s what caused me to pass out.

              "We also ran a few tests on you. Are you aware that you are three weeks pregnant?" Was he trying to make my blood pressure go up even higher? If so, he damn sure was doing a good ass job.

              "No, I wasn’t aware." That’s when I realized that I was hooked up to an ultrasound monitor also.

              "Well, according to your medical history and your blood pressure, we need to keep you here for a while to monitor you and the baby. We have to get that blood pressure down Mrs. Taylor.” There was no way in hell I was about to sit up in this hospital room. I needed to find out what the hell was going on. I needed to see JaMel ASAP. I just hoped I didn’t kill him when I saw him. Soon as the doctor walked out of the room, I began unhooking everything.

I removed my IV and walked out AMA (against medical advice). Before making my way back up to Meme’s room, I went to my car to grab my phone. JaMel had been blowing me up, so I called him back but he didn't answer. Mega had called too but right now I had some business to handle.

              I got my phone out of my car and walked back towards the emergency room entrance. When I spotted JaMel’s BMW parked in the parking lot, I knew that it was about to be some shit. I was ready to snap this nigga’s neck. I hopped on the elevator and headed up to the labor and delivery floor. Then it hit me. What if MeMe tells JaMel about me fucking her brother, Mega? I started pressing the down arrow button so quick. I had to play my cards right. I just couldn’t go in there and nut up on his ass in front of everyone, because my infidelities would come out.

              I pressed the down button to go back to the bottom floor. I headed back towards the parking lot to JaMel’s car. Should I break his windows and slash the tires? Or should I set this muthafucka on fire? All types of evil shit was running through my mind. It was broad daylight so there wasn’t too much shit I could do. I was surprised when I saw that he had left his car unlocked. I hopped inside and made myself comfortable. I was going to sit and wait for this nigga to come out. I don’t give a damn how long it would take for him to come out. That muthafucka wasn’t going to believe it when he came outside and I was sitting up in this bitch. I called JaMel back to back repeatedly, so I know he would eventually come down to call me back.

              To add fuel to everything that was going on, I was expecting once again. The sad part about it is I wasn’t sure who the biological father of my baby was. It could be Mega’s, but then again it could be JaMel’s. I definitely wasn’t about to tell Mega that I was pregnant; not right now anyway. None of this really bothered me because I knew I wasn’t going to carry this baby full term. Instead of dropping 600 dollars on an abortion, I would just let it happen on its’ own as it always does. I know that sounded fucked up, but I’m just being honest. As far as JaMel, I wanted to kill his ass. I was hurt like a muthafucka. I was supposed to be having his baby. I’m his wife! I wasn’t going to let MeMe win. She was having his baby so she had one up on me, and that’s that shit I didn’t like. JaMel was going to have to choose either me or them. I ain’t accepting no muthafuckin’ outside kids; especially when I knew that I wasn’t capable of having my own! Fuck that!

              I mean really? Just think about how I was feeling right now. My husband was having a baby with another woman and they were literally five minutes away from me, but I couldn’t say shit or do anything because of my own infidelities. I refused to let my secrets come out, and make JaMel feel like we were equal. This was all a mess. I had to keep everything under my control.

              I got out of the front passenger’s seat and hopped in the backseat on the driver’s side. I couldn’t wait any longer. JaMel needed to bring his ass out now. I continued to call him back to back. This nigga would not answer my calls for anything. That shit was really pissing me off. I’m blowing his ass up and he’s ignoring me because he was trying to play family with the next bitch. I sent him a text.

Me: Call me ASAP! Emergency!

             
I knew that would get his attention. About five minutes later, JaMel came walking out of the hospital, fast as hell towards his car. Shit was about to get real.