Official Girl 3 (12 page)

             
He played with my hair like he used to do when we together. “Why you didn’t tell me you were pregnant?” he finally asked.

             
I shrugged. “I wasn’t going to keep her at first. When I was at my appointment for the abortion, I changed my mind. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I went through with it.”

             
“Why you ain’t tell me you was leaving? How you just gon leave a nigga like that?” he asked and I could hear the hurt in his voice.

             
“I’m sorry, I thought I was making the best decision for me and Fat Fat. Now I feel bad.”

             
It was quiet for a minute. “Thank you,” he said.

             
I turned around to face him. “For what?” I asked.

             
“For keeping my baby and giving me a beautiful daughter to spoil. Neicey, I love yo lil ass but I understand if you don’t want to be with me. I can’t say that I blame you. I know I was on some bullshit but I have thought about that shit and I don’t want to lose you. If I have to deal with you being in my life only as a friend, then that’s cool as long as I have you in my life,” he said sincerely.

             
I just looked into his beautiful hazel eyes and saw the man that I fell in love with five years ago. I didn’t know what to say so I just laid there in his arms until sleep consumed me.

                   
                                                                        *    *    *

        
              I woke up to the sound of my baby crying. I jumped out of bed and threw a robe on. When I got downstairs, Romell was sitting on the couch with Amyricale is his arms and Mykell was coaching him on how to hold her.

    
              I stood there and watched the three of them interact. The sight before me was beautiful. My baby girl was throwing a little fit so I decided to intervene.

    
              "Maybe my lil mama is hungry," I said getting their attention.

     
              "I changed Myricale diaper mama!" an excited Romell said.

     
              "Did you baby?" I asked picking up Amyricale.

     
              As soon as I picked her up, her crying ceased.

    
              "That's mommy's girl," I cooed.

     
              I walked over to her diaper bag and pulled out my breast pump. Since I was about to feed her, I might as well make her a bottle for later.

    
              "Romell, come help me cook while ya mom feeds your sister," Mykell said.

    
              "Alright, eat good, Pooh Bear," Romell said getting off the couch. "Mommy, her name Pooh Bear, okay?"

    
              "Alright baby."

After I fed, burped, and rocked Amyricale to sleep, I went upstairs to take a shower. I was still a little sore but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. When I got back downstairs, Mykell was just about done with the food. "Smells good in here
," I said walking in the kitchen.

“Thanks mommy,” Romell said.

“How you taking all the credit and all you did was put the garlic bread on the pan?” Mykell said.

I just shook my head and laughed at them. “What’s on the menu fellas?” I asked sitting down.

“Spaghetti, fried tilapia and garlic bread,” Mykell said.

“Sounds good.”

I just sat back and watched Mykell and his mini-me work their way around my kitchen. I could not deny the fact that Mykell is a good father, no matter how horrible he was to me or anybody else.

              I was playing with Ranyla trying to get her to walk when my phone started to ring. I had a picture message from Mykell.
I wonder what this could be,
I thought as I clicked on the message. A picture of a beautiful baby girl with a head full of hair and hazel eyes popped up. The caption read
Amyricale LeNae Jones
.

             
“Ramone!” I yelled.

             
He came running down stairs. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked out of breath.

             
I couldn’t help but laugh because he had shaving cream all over his face. “I think you might want to see this,” I said handing him he phone.

             
He looked at the picture for a few before speaking. “Yo, this baby look just like Ladybug when she was a baby.”

             
I rolled my eyes. “Duh dumbass! That’s her and Mykell’s daughter.”

             
“What? When? Where? How?” he said all in one breath.

             
“I don’t know, give me the phone I’m about to call him.”

             
I called his phone and he answered it on the third ring.

             
“Wassup knucklehead? You get my picture?” he asked and I could tell he was smiling.

             
“Yes I got it but me and Mone would like to know when the hell did this happen and why are we just now finding out about it?”

             
“Hell, I found out about her the day she was born, but I put it on her ass real good before she left and knocked her as up,” he laughed.

             
I just shook my head at my brother. I heard fussing in the background.

             
“Hey mami!” Neicey said into the phone.

             
“Hey mami my ass! I’m so mad at you right now,” I pouted.

             
“I know and I’m sorry. I’ll bring her up there soon so you guys can see her.”

             
“Hurry up chicken head, I can’t wait to meet her. You know Mack knocked Janae’s ass up, right?” I said telling it all.

             
“What? When?” she asked shocked.

             
“Four months ago.”

             
“Oh my god, it’s time for me to come home,” Neicey whined.

             
“Yes hoe, I agree.” I laughed.

             
“I will, I promise. I gotta go because my lil mama is getting cranky, she’s ready to eat and her daddy is getting on her nerves. Give my niece and brother a kiss for me.”

             
“Alright boo, will do.”

             
I hung up the phone so happy. My girl actually sounded happy for once, hopefully her and Mykell can work their shit out and make it do what it do.

             
“C’mon Micah, I have to get up and get ready for my doctor’s appointment,” Janae whined as I slid between her legs for the second time that morning.

             
“If you would cooperate you could get up,” I said as I pumped away while I threw one of her legs over my shoulder.

             
“But I…ohh…right there baby. That’s my spot,” she said as her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

             
“That’s what I’m talking about, don’t fight it. As a matter of fact, on yo knees.”

             
She did as she was told. I pushed her back down while her ass was still tooted up. “Now what was all that shit you was talking? Huh?” I smacked her ass.

             
I heard my phone vibrating but I was too preoccupied at the moment.

             
“Baby…th...th...the phoneeeee!” she said while cumming at the same time.

             
I wasn’t too far behind her. I shot a load right up in her.

             
“If you wasn’t already pregnant, I bout would have knocked yo lil ass up with triplets just now,” I laughed.

             
She hit me on my chest before climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom. I picked up my phone to see Mykell had text me. I damn near jumped out the bed when I saw the picture of his baby.
Got damn, that nigga done struck again. Neicey ain’t gon never be able to get rid of his ass now.
I shook my head at Neicey and Mykell, they just need to stop playing and be together.

             
I have been in Florida with Neicey and my kids for two weeks now and honestly, I didn’t want to leave if they weren’t coming with me. I don’t know what got into Neicey last night but she had a nigga in his feelings last night. I was in my bed sleeping good in the guest bedroom when all of a sudden I feel her climb in bed with me and push her ass on my dick. She better be glad she gotta wait six weeks before she can get the dick or else I would’ve put it on her lil ass last night.

             
This morning I’m ready to just put it all on the table and see if I can get my family back. I walked in the kitchen to find Romell sitting at the table and Amyricale rocking in her swing while Neicey cooked breakfast.

             
“Damn girl, I might have to knock yo ass up more often if you keep getting thick,” I said slapping her on the ass. Since having our daughter, her ass, thighs and breasts have gotten thicker and that shit look good as hell on her.

             
“Oooh daddy, you nasty,” Romell laughed.

             
“I know,” I laughed with him.

             
“Romell, hurry up so you can go clean that room like I asked you last night,” Neicey fussed while putting a plate in front of me. She cooked bacon, cheese eggs, toast, pancakes, grits and hash browns.

             
“Damn girl, you know how to take care of yo nigga huh?” I joked.

             
“Last time I checked, I didn’t have a nigga but I don’t mind showing my
baby daddy
some love,” she chuckled.

             
“Funny, smart ass.”

             
“I’m done mommy. When I’m done cleaning my room can you go get me some ice cream?”

             
“I’ll think about it Fat Fat.”

             
“I want superman,” he said before running out the kitchen.

             
“Yo Neicey, come here,” I said scooting back from the table.

             
“What?” she said walking to me.

             
Pulled her down on my lap, “What was up with that shit you pulled last night?”

             
She shrugged. “I was in the mood to be held last night.”

             
I looked into her eyes and realized that she wasn’t the same eighteen year old girl that I fell for five years ago, she was now more mature and a woman. The shit she went through would break some women but not her, she came out stronger than ever and still smiles like she ain’t went through shit.

             
“Look Neicey, I know I hurt you and I can say I’m sorry till I turn blue, but it won’t change shit. I guess I did the shit because I always expected you to be there for a nigga. Even when you did leave me, I still thought I could have my way with you. That shit I said at the hospital, I didn’t mean none of it. It wasn’t your fault, everything that you went through was my fault only because I thought I could have my cake and eat it too, but that shit ain’t me no more. I’m ready to settle down and make a woman my wife and give her my last name but I want that woman to be you,” I said putting it all out there.

             
She sighed before speaking. “Mykell, you called me all types of hoes, sluts, made me feel like shit when I needed you the most, fucked that bitch Kya when I was suffering from depression and even before that, probably after. You brought a bitch up to the hospital with you when I was lying in a damn coma.”

             
I tried to object but she stopped me. “Listen, I let you talk now let me talk. Even after all that I still loved you. Hell, even when I tried to hate you, I still loved you. As I’m speaking right now, I still love you. Now you’re not perfect but neither am I. I don’t want somebody that’s perfect.”

             
I wasn’t expecting to hear her say that. “So what you saying? You want to be with me?” I asked hoping she would say yes.

             
“I’m saying, maybe we should start from the beginning, start fresh,” she said smiling.

             
I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t say anything. I just kissed her soft lips and stuck my tongue in her mouth. We kissed for about five minutes until she finally broke the kiss.

             
“Alright, that’s enough. I have to go pick up something for dinner tonight and I have to pick up your son some ice cream.”