When He Cheatin' and You Still Love Him 2 (6 page)

              No sooner than my cell stops ringing, it starts right back up. Again Brittany’s name flashes across the screen. Knowing that she’s going to continue to call over and over again until I answer, I pick it up.

              “What’s good?” I answer in a dry tone.

“What you mean,
what’s good
? I’ve been calling for phone for days!” She snaps. “What you too busy to talk to me now?”

“Come on with all that Brit, what’s up?”

“There you go again with that,” she pauses. “Are you around your girl or something?” Brittany asks, and I could tell that just the thought of me being with Shanair has her sick.

“Nah, I’m riding by myself.”

“So why are you acting so cold toward me?”

“Look Brit, I ain’t got time for this shit…what’s up?” I ask impatiently.

“Don’t talk to me like that dammit! I will go back downtown and get you put back behind bars! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Why the fuck you always gotta go there? This is why I don’t answer my phone when you call because I’m tired of hearing the same thing over and over again!” I roar into the phone. She done fucked up my mood just that quick, and now I wish I wouldn’t have answered. “I swear sometimes I wish you would have never dropped the fucking charges. Especially if you gone keep throwing the shit in my face every chance you get!”

“I’m sorr—”

I don’t even let her finish her sentence before I cut her off by continuing my rant. “Why can’t you just call a nigga and talk like you got some sense? You know, like you used to
before
yo’ ass got pregnant and became so damn annoying. I ain’t yo’ daddy, and that spoiled shit is killing me.”

I hear Brittany sigh deeply before she responds. “I said I’m sorry Terry.” She pauses. “It’s just that my hormones have me feeling so emotional sometimes, and when you don’t answer, I get upset. So again, I’m sorry.”

“Damn, was that so hard?”

”Actually it was,” she giggles. “Anyway, when am I going to see you again? I miss you…she misses you.” She purrs and instantly my dick gets hard.

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve hit that, so I make up my mind that I’m going to pay Brittany a visit. I know I don’t have no business going over there, but I can’t help it.

“Be at home, I’m on my way now,” I tell her before I disconnect the call.

Brittany

One week later…

“Oh my God,” I cry out in Terry’s ear.

He’s lying between my legs pumping in and out of me at a slow and steady pace. He doesn’t respond verbally. His only reply is a grunt that comes up and out of the back of his throat as he enters and exits my love box with precision. The way he’s gripping my hips and drilling into me makes me think that he’s somehow trying to fuck my soul and make me fall deeper in love with him than I already am. Even though I know that’s impossible because I love this man with everything in me already. As my eyes roll into the back of my head, I bit down on my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming out because it feels just that good. I’m in heaven right now, and glad that he finally decided to come over and see me last week. Since then he’s come over every day, and because of it I am grateful.

Each time Terry penetrates me, I lift my hips off the bed slightly to meet his powerful thrust. With each in and out motion, I can hear the sound of my fluids gushing. I guess it’s true that when you’re pregnant, your vagina gets wetter because right now mine is dripping wet. Apparently, Terry notices as well because only seconds later he begins to moan loudly.

“Damn Brit, yo’ shit wet as fuck!”

Just hearing that gives me a sense of being on top of the world. Feeling like I have to put on a show, I sit up on my elbows and gesture to Terry to get on his back. With his dick still inside me, we roll over until I’m on top. Sitting up straight, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, tossed it off the bed and to the floor allowing my breast to be free. Slowly I began to grind in a circular motion on his pole. As I go up and down, I look Terry directly in the eyes. Not only does he like it—because he says that it shows that he has all of my attention—but it also makes me feel more connected to him. I continue my movements until I feel my orgasm quickly approaching.

“Ooohhh,” I toss my head back and continue to rock my hips. “Oh my God Terry, I’m about to cum baby.” The words leave my lips just as the orgasm takes over my body. “Ahhhh!” I scream.

With my orgasm still in effect, Terry grips my waist tighter and brings his hips off the bed, slamming into me roughly. The muscles in my pussy pulsate around his dick over and over as he fucks me from the bottom. The feeling is amazing as my eyes once again roll into the back of my head. By the growling sound coming from the back of Terry’s throat, I know that he’s about to cum as well. Leaning over I grab the top of the headboard not only to steady myself, but to stop it from colliding against the wall.

“Fuck!” Terry roars as he shoots his load deep inside me. He pumps a few more times, before dropping his head back against the pillow with his eyes closed. 

Feeling satisfied and happy, I lie down and place my head on his chest. His heart is pounding against it rapidly, and it’s covered in sweat, but I don’t mind. All I care about is the fact that my baby is laying here with me. That right there is enough to keep the smile on my face. When Terry’s breathing is finally back to normal, he brings his arms up and wraps them around me. The breeze from the central air slowly cools us down as we continue to lie in the same spot. Neither of us say a word. Without moving too much, I reach out and grab the covers that have been pushed to the side of the bed. As I slide them over us, Terry pulls me up to his face, pushes his lips against mine and snakes his tongue around in my mouth. Hungrily, I accept all of it while giving him mine in return. I smile when we break the kiss feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.

*****

It’s still light outside when I open my eyes, so I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep. A smile covers my face when I look up to see Terry’s sleeping face. He’s out like a light.
I must have really put it on
him, I laugh to myself. Just watching him sleep makes me wish that I could have this every day. I would love to go to bed beside him every night and wake up to him every morning. Instead, I have to settle for short visits throughout the week, if that. Like I said, he’s been here every day this week, but honestly that’s not enough for me. I want him in my life full-time, and not just when it’s convenient for him. I’ve been trying not to push the issue too much because it only leads to us arguing, and when we argue he disappears. He just started coming back around, so I don’t want that. What I do want is for him to see that he’s missing out on a lot of things while being laid up under that bitch Shanair.

For instance, the day I first felt my baby move. I was so excited there were tears in my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to share that experience with Terry because as the father he should know everything that goes on with our child. Well, he was nowhere to be found. I called his phone about a hundred times, and not once did he answer. I was so upset. Not only because he should have been there, but because I could have been calling to tell him anything. I didn’t give a damn if it was “flutters” or whatever the hell they call them, his ass should have been there. Something could have easily been wrong, but because he was “busy” he didn’t bother to answer not one of my calls. Needless to say what started out as a wonderful day for me, turned sour and I ended up crying myself to sleep that night.

Things like that are not fair to me. Yeah, he’s been doing better this week, but what about next week? I understand that Terry has two babies on the way, but that’s not my fault, it’s his. Why do I have to be the one who has to go through everything alone while that bitch has him by her side the entire step of the way?  My first two doctors’ appointments my mom and sister went with me. Terry was supposed to meet us there, but ‘something’ came up at the last minute. Of course, I know that ‘something’ had to do with that ugly ass Shanair. It always does. If it’s not him having to babysit
her
son, it’s something else that just so happens to pop up when it concerns me. I swear it’s like the bitch is dead set on keeping Terry out of me and my child’s life. It ain’t our fault that she couldn’t keep her man satisfied, and he came running my way.

Fuck that, I’m not going for it. My baby deserves his or her father just as much as Shanair’s does and I’ll be damn if I allow Shanair to dictate when and where Terry can see me. What makes that bitch think her baby is more important than mine? If anything, my baby should be
more
important because my baby was conceived out of love. Terry can say what he wants, but I know that he loves me. If not, why would he be here? I cry, bitch, flip out and threaten to lock him up every chance I get, yet he still comes around and I know that it’s because he loves me just as much as I love him. Shanair may not know it, but Terry, our child and I are going to be a family. This I know. I also know that it is going to take some time. Time that I’m prepared to put in. All I have to do is stake claim to what is mine, and Terry is mine.

Those other baby mommas that he has are just that…baby mommas. Neither of them had what it took to make him settle down and marry them. Hell, Shanair doesn’t either because if she did they’d be married and I wouldn’t be around. I, on the other hand, do. I’m nothing like those ghetto hood rats, and I will not just be his baby momma. Oh no, Brittany is going to be his wife, you just watch and see.

Just thinking about him waking up and going back home to that bitch makes me sick to my stomach, and I realize that I have to do something. When an idea hits me, I look up to make sure that Terry is still asleep before I put my plan into action. When I see that he is I lift my head slowly and lean as far as I can without disturbing him. Once my arm reaches the nightstand, I grab his phone before looking back to make sure that his eyes are still closed. I know he’ll go the hell off on me if he sees me messing with his phone again, and I can’t have that…well, at least, until I’m finished doing what I’m about to do. Slowly I lie my head back onto his chest. Once I bring the phone to life, I tap on the message icon and tap Shanair’s name. When all of their back and forth messages appear, I cringe when I see that the last message was him telling her that he loves her. I roll my eyes.
Fuck that bitch.
Now I’m really ready go through with my mission. With my face twisted up, I hit the camera button so that I can take a photo. With the front facing camera activated, I snuggle up even closer to Terry, and as soon as I get the picture the way I want it, I snap. Quickly, I type out a message before hitting send. Once I’m finished, I delete the evidence, power Terry’s phone off and put it back exactly where I got it.

A sneaky smile spreads across my face because I know that shit is about to hit the fan, and I can’t wait.

Shanair

With my feet kicked up on the ottoman, I channel surf through the television stations searching for something to watch. As I flick the button on the remote control, I dip my hand into the box of Lemon Heads and toss a few of them into my mouth. It’s something about those sour tasting hard candies that has me craving them morning, noon, and night. I continue to go from channel to channel for a few more minutes until I grasp the fact that there isn’t anything on worth watching. It’s a damn shame that I pay more than $200 a month for my bundle services, and there is never anything good on. Makes me wonder why I have cable in the first place.

Just when I’m about to turn the TV off, I see that
Law & Order SUV
is about to come on in the next five minutes. Once I read the description, I see that surprisingly it is one that I haven’t seen before. As quickly as my body will allow, I hop up off the couch and rush into the kitchen to grab me some snacks. Once I have me a full glass of Cran-Apple and my large bag of Flamin’ Hot Popcorn, I retreat back into the living room and prop my feet up once again.

An hour later, my show is off and once again I’m sitting here bored. I don’t even bother to look for anything else because I know better. My eyes catch a glimpse of the time on the cable box and realize that I haven’t heard from Terry since he left the house earlier to handle some business. I grab my cell phone and dial his number. It rings once before the automated voice comes on and lets me know that his voicemail is full, so I can’t leave a message. I hang up and prepare to send him a text to call me when he gets a chance, and see that he’s already sent me one. It’s a picture and the time says that it had come through a little over thirty minutes ago.
I must have had the television up too loud and didn’t hear it ringing.
Thinking it’s a cute little quote, or him being nasty, I click on the message and wait for the picture to load.

“What the fuck?!” I yell once I see what it is.

It’s a photo of Terry lying on his back in bed sleep. On top of him with her head on his bare chest is Brittany. From the angle of the picture, I can tell that she’s naked because the covers are barely covering her nude back. The message underneath reads:
Bitch, I told you I wasn’t going anywhere. He still wants me and our baby. I can have him whenever I want as you can see. I’ll send him home when I’m finished with him.
At the very end of the text are two kiss emojis. Instantly I start to see red. My heartbeat speeds up to dangerous pace, and my hands begin to shake so bad that I drop my phone on the floor. I bend over and snatch it up quickly before once again stare at the picture on my screen. As I scan the image, my eyes zoom in as I search for something…anything to tell me that what I’m seeing is not real.

This has to be some sort of joke right?

My mind is all over the place as I try to digest what the hell is happening right now. My man’s mistress, or better yet his baby’s mother has sent me a cute little message, and it came directly from his phone. The bitch even attached a photo.
What other proof do I need?
I think to myself.
It’s obvious that they are still fucking around, even though he’s promised me that they aren’t.
Tears burn my eyes as I continue to look at the picture. Not able to take it anymore, I exit the message. My next stop is my call log where I quickly tap Terry’s number to call his trifling ass up again.

Once again it rings once before the irritating automatic bitch’s voice alerts me again that I can’t leave a message. I cut her off by hanging up, only to turn around and call right back. The same thing happens. Frustrated, I toss my phone down on the couch and put my head into my hands. My shoulders shake as I finally release the tears that have been brewing for the last few minutes. A feeling of panic consumes me.

This bastard has been fucking with that bitch all this time, even when he told me that he wasn’t
.

“I’m so damn dumb for actually believing he was going to change.” I scoff, shaking my head at my own foolishness.

I swear sometimes I wonder if I secretly enjoy all of the pain that Terry brings because if not, why else would I continue to stick around? Over and over again he does the same shit to me, and what do I do about it? Nothing…absolutely nothing. I don’t get a chance to dwell on my problems too much longer because my phone begins to ring. Thinking it’s Terry, I snatch it up from the couch and my finger hits the send key at the speed of light.

“You must have just left that bitch’s house, huh?!” I shout.

“What?” I hear Naomi ask.

I sit quietly for a second before I respond. “Shit girl, I thought you were Terry,” I sigh, upset that it’s not him.

“Oh Lord,” she smacks her lips. “What the hell the fool done did now?”

I take a deep breath, sniffle a few times and break down and tell her about evidence that Brittany attached to the message she sent me.

“I’m so fucking hurt and upset right now!” I cry into the phone.

“You see I told you that muthafucka hadn’t changed. He’s still the same cheating ass dog that he’s always been.” Even though she pauses for a few moments, I can still hear her breathing hard. “When are you going to learn Nair?”

Here we go with this bullshit again?

“Oh my God!” I raise my voice in irritation.

“Excuse me?” Naomi asks raising her voice as well.

“I’m crying and telling you how hurt I am, and all you can do it bash Terry?”

“I’m not bashing anyone. I’m just telling you what you should do.”

“Well, I don’t want to hear that shit right now Naomi, so please just save it. Damn!”

“Are you fucking serious right now? I know you ain’t getting all shitty with me because that son-of-a-bitch fucked up.”

“As a matter of fact, I am. I swear,” I snort. “Sometimes you act like he’s cheating on you or something! This is
my life
you know.”

“Are you really going there with me right now Shanair? Are you really coming at me like I’m the one who’s done something wrong to you?” She asks.

I realize that she’s partially right. It’s just that I don’t plan on backing down. Naomi is always telling me what I should do, but it’s not her life, it’s mine.

“No, you haven’t done anything wrong to me, but I don’t think the first thing out your mouth should be leave,” I tell her honestly.

“Well, what else would you like me to say, Nair?” Naomi questions.

“How about, are you okay friend? Do you need to me come over, you know things like that.”

“Come over and what, eat ice cream and cry while you talk about leaving him? We’ve been there and done that so many times that I’ve lost count.”

She isn’t lying. 

“I know, but I don’t want to hear—”

“You may not want to hear what the hell I have to say Shanair, but you damn sure
need
to hear it! Terry is a fucking dog, and until you get it through that thick ass skull of yours, you’re going to continue to keep getting fleas from his mangy ass!” Naomi snaps.

“That’s fine, but at the end of the day I’m the one who has to live with the flea bites, not you.”

“You’re right about that.” Naomi agrees. “Because ain’t no way in hell that I would deal with even half of the shit that you’ve taken from his trifling ass.” She stops for a split second before she adds, “Listen, you’re a grown woman, and I’m not going to handle you with kid gloves and tell you what you want to hear because if I did I wouldn’t be a real friend. Now I’m going to get off this phone because I’m liable to say some shit out my mouth that will really hurt your feelings. You call me when you get yo’ head out yo’ ass!” I immediately hear the two beeps that alert me that Naomi has disconnected the call.

With the phone still clutched in my hand, I release an aggravated scream.
I don’t have time for this shit.
I know that Naomi is upset, but hell I am too. Yeah, I know that she has my best interest at heart, but sometimes her approach is just too much. Like I said to her, sometimes I just want her to let me vent. Throw a couple, ‘It’s going to be okay’s’ in the mix and leave it at that. Nobody wants to always hear ‘Leave him’ all the time, and I am no different. I can’t deal with her attitude right now.
She’ll get over it.
My issue is bigger than a cat fight between me and my best friend over my relationship.

Since I refuse to call her back, I sit on the couch and dial Terry’s phone back to back until it’s time to pick up Kendrick from school.