"Hey baby." Kwame says quickly in passing as he dashed into our master bathroom. I grew tempted to ask him what had just went on that had him acting weird but for some reason I didn't want to disturb him since he appeared to be on a mission.
Instead I sat on the edge of the bed and read Hott Girlz by Princess Diamond on my Kindle and waited until he was done. The shower turned on and then the bathroom door opened.
"Bay, can you do me a favor and bring me a trash bag?" He asked.
"Sure." I scooted off the bed and went downstairs to get him what he asked for.
Once I gave him the trash bag he asked for, he stuffed a few things inside and then handed me the bag.
"Bay, take this bag and put it in my trunk."
"Okay." I went back downstairs carrying the bag he'd given me and I went to the garage and placed it inside of his trunk. He hadn't actually tied up the bag so you know me and my nosey self had to see what the hell was in this trash bag that he didn't even want in the house anymore. I pulled out his sneakers which were brand new this morning when he pulled them out of the box and now they were covered in dirt. I also discovered a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. As I examined the clothes a little closer, I saw there was blood splattered all over them in various places. I immediately threw the blood-stained clothes back in the bag and into the trunk as he instructed. I shut the trunk and saw Kwame standing right there. I jumped.
"You scared me Kwame." I said as I placed my hand over my chest trying to calm my fast heartbeat.
"I didn't mean to scare you babe. I just figured you might get anxious and take a peek at everything. That's why I left the bag open. I have nothing to hide from you. There's nothing for you to worry about. I got everything handled. None of this shit will ever touch you."
I don't know what it was but when I heard him say this I became consumed with my emotions and threw myself into his arms.
"Kwame, I'm just glad you're okay. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you. You're all I have out here." Tears began to well in my eyes.
"Ma, don't even talk like that. Nothing will happen to me. I'll always be here for you." Kwame leaned down and kissed me softly on my lips. I had never been able to depend on anyone like I depended on Kwame. He had become my rock and I don't know what I'd do without him in my life.
"Come on. Let's go for a ride." Kwame and I hopped in his Beamer and were gone. His hand caressed my thigh as he drove. After fifteen minutes in the car, Kwame pulled into the parking lot of a building that I didn't recognize. Kwame pulled up to the garage and opened his glove box, pulled out a black garage door opener, and pressed the button causing the door in front of us to lift up and then he proceeded to drive his car into the building.
"Where are we?"
"You'll see." Kwame replied. We both got out of the car and then he retrieved the trash bag from the trunk. I followed him up to this cast iron looking stove. He flipped the switch and fire immediately started blazing. He opened the door and tossed the entire bag inside. And then latched the door shut. I waited until we got back in the car and then said,
"Kwame, it's okay. I know you haven't trusted many in your past but you can trust me."
"And that's the exact reason why you're here."
From that point on, Kwame didn't have to tell me anything else that went on that night because I knew he trusted just like I trusted him and that meant everything.
"Man, I always knew I would fall in love I just never knew it would be this soon and that I'd feel the way I do. Kyhanna I love you and I trust you with my very life." Kwame confessed as he pulled into the driveway.
"I love you too. Before you came along I looked out for me but you've had my back in so many ways. You've restored my faith in people period."
The love I felt for this man was surreal. I know some would say it was purely puppy love but I felt in my heart it was way more than that. Kwame had been my prayer answered. My absolute dream come true. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. The passion and the fire between us seemed undeniable and I found myself being unable to keep my hands to myself when he was around.
As soon as we stepped through the threshold, my hands found their way into his jeans and I stroked his already hardened member. Feeling how stiff he was always turned me on and I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside of me. Ever since my birthday we'd managed to have sex every day. Kwame seemed to have awakened the sexual beast inside of me and had my damn nose wide open. I craved him like a crack fiend to his pipe and even having sex every day still wasn't enough. I'd become addicted to the way Kwame put it on me.
"Here you go starting somethin'." Kwame said as he loosened his pants and pulled his boxers down.
"Well finish it." I demanded. Kwame gave me a mischievous look and I winked at him.
"I plan on it." Kwame scooped me up right underneath my ass and sat me down on the granite kitchen counter. He pulled my body until my hips hung on the edge and then he spread my legs wide open. Inserting two of his fingers into my dripping wet opening he replied, "You already ready for me."
Kwame inserted himself into my tight walls and I completely lost it. Since we had sex on a regular basis now that shit felt amazing.
"Daaaaamn … aaaah babe. Your shit feel so good … " Kwame said in a rhythmic tone as we grinded and developed a rhythm that we both loved. I tried my best to hold out and enjoy the ride.
"Bay, I swear I could live inside of you. I'm fuckin' addicted to this." Kwame said deepening his stroke. He continued at the same pace until he released inside of me.
"I hope you made that appointment to the doctor otherwise we about to have a house full of kids."
***
"Bitch, I barely see you anymore. You looking fly though." Tameeka said as I walked toward her in the cafeteria. She wasn't lying. It had been a while since we'd seen each other and between me missing school and Kwame whisking me away at lunch time I'd barely seen any of my friends.
"Thanks boo. The way Kwame and I have been spending time together I haven't really seen anyone."
"Girl after the birthday you just had I'd be up under Kwame's ass too … you know I knew everything he was planning and I wanted to tell you so bad but he swore me to secrecy."
"I see ‘cuz I definitely didn't see that coming at all."
"I bet you didn't."
I looked down at the sandwich I'd just brought at the lunch counter and suddenly I didn't have an appetite. Tameeka saw my turned up nose and grew concerned.
"What's wrong? You always get that sandwich."
"I know but for some reason my stomach feels so upset."
"Like you have to throw up?"
"Yeah, my stomach has been like that for the last few days. I probably should've just stayed home today."
"Well you already know what I'm gonna ask you."
"Tameeka get out of here. I'm not pregnant. Besides, we've been being very careful."
"So y'all been using condoms?" Tameeka asked and instead of answering her I had to make a mad dash to the nearest bathroom. I found the first empty stall and emptied the contents of my breakfast into the porcelain bowl. My stomach turned in knots and caused me to hurl once more. When I looked up, Tameeka looked down at me as if she had all the answer she needed.
"Kyhanna, you just might be pregnant."
Selina
Chapter 14
I didn't expect Kwame to react the way he did and I'm not gonna lie his reaction has completely fucked with my head. I never thought he'd act the way he did when he found out I was pregnant with his baby. I expected him to be happy. I didn't expect him to deny our situation altogether.
I felt like I had to do what any other real bitch would do in my situation and that was to find the next nigga to pin this responsibility on. Ahmad wasn't my first choice to make my baby daddy but hell it wasn't like anyone else I currently fucked with even qualified to fit into that category.
The only thing I had to do was figure out a creative way to tell Ahmad otherwise I knew he'd be suspicious and this shit could blow up in my face. When Ahmad called me telling me he'd gotten us a hotel room for the night I still hadn't figured out how I would tell him but I had to figure something out.
Usually I could never tell what type of attitude Ahmad would have so I decided to play things by ear. Since his mood tended to rest somewhere between ass and asshole, I would have to wait until the right moment. Ahmad text to tell me he was outside and I already had my overnight bag packed. My sister sat on the steps with the longest face as if she'd just lost her best friend.