December 14, 2015

Mo

I walk into the restaurant holding my clutch on the inside of my arm, and looking around for Tasha. I spotted her sitting in a booth in the far left corner, so I headed in her direction.

I took my coat off and sat it on the seat before sliding into the opposite side of the booth, staring at her in disgust.

"Good afternoon." She folded her arms on the table and looked at her watch. "We agreed on two-fifteen, you're about twenty minutes late, I was about to leave."

"But you didn't, anyway, let's get straight to business. Are you pregnant? Yes or no."

She scoffed and stood up lifting her shirt. "Yes, a month and a half to be exact."

"Bitch for all I know that could be food sittin' in that gut. I want proof, papers, tests." I listed off things as I held up a finger for each one.

She dug into her purse and pulled out a creme colored folder sliding it over to me. I looked at her, never breaking contact as I grabbed the folder off of the table. I opened it and began reading it.

"Okay, this is a paper saying you're pregnant, eight weeks..." I tossed the folder in her direction and shrugged my shoulders. "Anybody could've typed this up."

"If you're gonna be this difficult I might as well not even waste my time."

"Difficult?" I scoffed and let out a light chuckle. "You come to me telling me you're pregnant with my mans child and you have the nerve to say I'm being difficult? You want me to just jump and say 'yay okay my man cheated, and is having another baby?'" I questioned her while tilting my head.

"Do you want me to call him?" She asked.

"No, I will." I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. It rang several times before he answered.

"Hello." He answered in a rushed tone.

"Did you cheat on me?"

"What?" I heard him shifting and moving around on the other end of the line.

"Did. You. Cheat. On. Me."

"No, where is this coming from?"

"Tasha is eight weeks pregnant and she's claiming it's yours. I need an explanation and right now or I swear to Go-"

"Mo-"

"Yes or fucking no!"

"Yes, but-"

The phone slid from my ear along with the tears that cascaded down my face. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry but what else is there to do when the man that you know and love is having a baby with another woman?

"I'll keep in touch with you." She smirked and got up walking away.

I sat there for a few more minutes gathering my thoughts and thinking as my phone continued to ring and buzz with notifications from most likely Korie.

But no matter what he says, nothing can get him out of this one. It's over.

I threw some money on the table for the drink she ordered, and headed out the door.

When I got in my car I stared out the front windshield as I replayed the situation in my head over and over. I began hitting the steering wheel and screaming. I started feeling dizzy so I laid my head on the steering wheel as I wept.

Rapid knocks on my window made me swiftly turn my head in the direction the knocks sounded from.

There stood a girl who had sleeping child on her hip. I turned the car on and rolled the window down looking at her with a weak smile.

"I won't ask if you're okay, because judging by the meltdown I just witnessed, you're not. I'm Laya, and you?"

"Monique, and yea I'm just a little," I took in a deep breath and shook my head looking for the right words, "I don't even know."

"Whatever it is, it will be okay. Trust in God and everything will work out. I recently started going to church because a couple of months ago I lost my three year old son, his twin," she pointed to the sleeping baby on her shoulder, "to gun violence. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, with his uncle. I questioned God, I even tried committing suicide. But something just wouldn't let me go, and that something was God, he made me realize that I have a baby that needs me right here, and that everything will be okay. Church has really balanced my life out, and turned some things around." She wiped a single tear that had fallen.

"I appreciate the kind words, and I'm sorry for your loss, I lost a baby once and it was the worst feeling. I'll never get over it, and it doesn't ever get easier, but I just live day by day, taking everything one step at a time."

We talked for a while longer before she said she should get going to put her son down for his nap.

"Put my number in your phone." She said shifting her son on her hip.

I took my phone out of the cup holder and handed it to her after unlocking it.

"Text, call, FaceTime or whatever, whenever you wanna talk." Laya waved and walked away towards her car as I sent a friendly head nod.

I inhaled deeply and started my car, I looked around before backing out of the parking space.

1 hour before
Korie

"Move that centerpiece towards the left." I instructed the workers while on the phone with Trey.

Trey was in the process of opening this strip club, and I must say it's a pretty dope idea. He's giving me half ownership of it so we split the cost of everything fifty fifty, including the rest of our crew who gets cut in as well.

I was the only one who was free today so I had to be the one to come show the movers and workers where everything should go. I left the house at six this morning and it's now after two in the afternoon.

"Ight bro, let me handle this shit up here and I'll hit you back when I'm leaving." I explained to Trey so I could get off the phone.

We wrapped up our conversation, and I slid my phone back into my pocket.

"This needs to be signed and initialed on pages two, six, and seven." The realtor swiftly walked past without even looking at me, and sat the packet in my hands.

I heard glass shatter as I tried to quickly skim through the pages, "what the hell was that? That's the second chandelier y'all done broke today! That shit coming out of y'all pay! Clean that shit up." I shook my head, and attempted to walk to my office for some peace and quiet.

"Mr. Korie!" I stopped and slid my hand down my face.

I turned in the direction of where I heard my name called from. "Yes?"

"So we don't have the exact color scheme that Mr. Trey wanted for the-"

"Hold up a second." I angrily grabbed my phone out of my pocket and answered without seeing who it was.

"Hello." I answered annoyed.

"Did you cheat on me?"

"What?" My heart dropped and my eyebrows scrunched up once I heard Monique's voice and the question she had asked.

"Did. You. Cheat. On. Me." She snapped.

"No, where is this coming from?"

"Mr. Korie, do you want the second half of the VIP room to have a door for entry or were you just gonna use a rope? We need to know for sure so we can proceed with the construction."

"Tasha is eight weeks pregnant and she's claiming it's yours. I need an explanation and right now or I swear to Go-"

"Mo-"

"Yes or fucking no!"

"You wanna do the door for more privacy?" Alice, the floor planner asked.

"Yes, but we want it all glass."

"Okay we'll get on it."

I huffed and shook my head remembering that Mo was on the phone.

"Hello? Monique, what the fuck gave you that idea?" The line was silent but not disconnected. "Hello? Monique?!" I took the phone off of my ear and hung up.

I called her a few more times, but she never answered.

"It's too much goin' on right now. This shit givin' me a headache." I said to myself as I proceeded to my office.

Two hours and a bunch of paperwork later, I was able to go home and finally relax. I turned my phone off awhile ago because I was tired of Trey and the guys calling asking how everything was looking. If you wanna know how it looks so bad then bring ya ass up here to see it.

The drive home was quiet because I didn't bother to turn on any music, and I was honestly over the whole day. I stopped at McDonald's and got me, Lyric and Mo some food, and twenty-five minutes later I was pulling up to the crib.

"Daddy's home." I spoke as I closed the door with my foot.

I looked around the downstairs area and saw no one, so I turned the lights off and headed upstairs. Stopping at Lyric's room first, I cracked the door and saw her flipping on her bed.

"Boo!" I yelled making her instantly stop flipping and hide under the covers.

I opened the door all the way and laughed at how scary she was.

"It's me baby, I got you some food, you hungry?" She peeped from under the covers to make sure it was me before jumping up running over to my legs.

"Daddy! I miss you."

"I missed you too, baby." I walked over to her little vanity in her room and sat her happy meal down.

"How was your day, love?" I watched as she chowed down on her chicken nuggets.

"It was funny, uncle Tez make me laugh a lot." She laughed as if she was remember something.

"Where you see uncle Tez at?"

"Here. Him, uncle Trey, uncle Raymond, uncle Ced, uncle Mark, uncle Caymen, and uncle Ant."

Them niggas claimed they was so busy today but had they asses at my crib.

"Where's Mo?"

"In your room. Her was sad daddy, her hugged me for a long time and her was crying. I ask her did I made her sad and she said no, so I'm good. Maybe you did it daddy." She dipped her fries in the barbecue sauce and shrugged her shoulders.

Grown ass.

"Okay, well lemme go check on her and when I'm done we can go watch a movie and eat snacks."

"Moana?" She asked with her eyebrow raised.

"Nah we gone watch something else, you need to watch one of daddy's favorite movies for a change." She turned her lip up and looked at me sideways.

"What movie?"

"It's called Friday."

"Daddy that's a day." She put her hands on her hips.

I shook my head laughing and made my way down the hall to my room. I cracked the door open and peeked in, seeing Mo knocked out, mouth open and all.

I sat the McDonald's bag on the dresser and pulled my shoes off, before climbing in the bed.

I laid next to her and wrapped my arm around her waist. I pulled her to me and kissed her pouted, plump lips, making her squirm around in her sleep.

"Baby, wake up. I brought you some food." She slowly opened her eyes before realizing it was me.

She sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and looked around the room. She looked back at me and stared, I cracked a small smile, but all of that went away when her hand came across my face.

"What the fuck?!" I held my left eye cause her nail scratched it in the process of her smacking the taste from my mouth.

"You think shit sweet!?" She scrunched her eyebrows. "I brought you some food." She mocked in an annoying tone. "Fuck that food nigga! You got that bi-" she cut her sentence short. "That's Lyric's mom." She coached herself, "You got Tasha pregnant!"

She started hitting and shoving me until I fell off the bed. I jumped up and went to her side of the bed and grabbed her neck, I quickly let go when I saw the fear in her eyes.

"Stop puttin' yo fuckin' hands on me." I said through gritted teeth.

My jaws were clenched so hard right now it felt like they were about to break.

"I ain't get no motha' fuckin' Tasha pregnant. You the only motha' fucka' that's carryin' a seed of mine."

"Then why did you say earlier, yea but, as if you were gonna explain something!" She pointed her finger in my face.

"I been at the club all damn day! Them people been asking me questions left and right, it was so much goin' on when you called I was having two conversations at once. I wasn't talking to you when I said yea! If you would listen sometimes and stop cutting me off, or if you actually fuckin' trusted me, we wouldn't be havin' this problem." I walked to the bathroom and slammed the door.

I looked in the mirror and saw my left eye was getting a dark spot by it, and that instantly pissed me off more. This girl up in here abusing me.

I hopped in the shower for about thirty minutes and came out with my towel wrapped around me. I went straight to the closet and I could fell Mo's eyes following me the entire time. I got dressed in some gray sweatpants and a white tee, I threw on my Retro 8's (Jordans) and grabbed a duffel bag.

"Korie can we talk about this?" Mo called from the bed.

I stepped out the closet, and when she saw me with the duffel bag she got up. She walked towards me and tried grabbing the bag but I snatched it back and gave her a cold glare.

"Ain't no talkin', you believed what you thought was true before sitting down and talking like an adult, then you put yo hands on me the first chance you get. But I'd be wrong and locked up if I hit you right?"

"Put yourself in my shoes! You said yea when I asked so of course I thought you were talking to me, I don't know how else you expected me to react."

"Well, here's my reaction to yo action." I grabbed under clothes and a few outfits and shoes, stuffing them in my bag. I got my toiletry bag and the extra toothbrushes and toothpaste from the cabinet and walked out the room.

"Daddy, can we do nails?" Lyric asked as soon as I walked into her room.

"Not right now, get your overnight bag and sit it on the bed while I get you some clothes." I instructed.

"I'm going to auntie Trin's?"

"Nope, we goin' to tt D and uncle Trey house for a little bit." I saw Mo leaning on the door frame just watching.

"Yayyy! Tt D house!"

After getting all of Lyric's things ready and giving her a bath, I loaded the car up and came back in to get her.

"Come on chocolate face." She had a Hershey's bar and it was all around her mouth.

"Mo! Come on." She called up the steps.

"Mo ain-"

She walked down the steps and it looked like she had been crying. She bent down and gave Lyric a hug and kissed her cheek.

"You almost forgot Mr. Bear." She pulled the teddy bear that Lyric sleeps with every night, from behind her back.

"Thank you." She cheesed.

"You're welcome baby, I'll see you soon okay. Be good." She gave her one more big kiss and looked up at me.

Trying to avoid eye contact, I quickly turned and left out with Lyric's hand in mine.

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Later that night...
-still Korie's pov-

"Nah! Man you cheatin'!" I threw the controller down and danced around in Tez's face.

"It's always cheatin' when a nigga losing huh?" I said while still laughing. "I told y'all niggas, I'm undefeated! What's that? Four to zero? Who next!? I can't be stopped at this shit."

"Um Korie? You must've forgot my niece was upstairs sleep, bring it down a few notches." D stated while eating a slice of pizza.

I stuck my tongue out at her and flicked her off.

"My baby know what it is when it comes to this 2k shit." I flexed my muscles. "I'm done though, y'all bums can play each other, I'm goin' to bed."

"Damn old man, it's only nine o'clock." Ant pointed out.

"Some of us actually had shit to do today, instead of pretending to be busy only to be at my crib." They all looked around shocked before busting out laughing.

I shook my head and went in the guest room I was sleeping in. Thankfully Lyric has her own room for when she stays over because that lil girl sleeps like a wild animal.

After taking a shower and throwing on some boxers and a tee shirt, I hopped in the bed and opened the Instagram app.

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@ Mo.nique : update- I have middle of the night sickness instead of morning sickness, my belly is getting rounder by the second, and I'm also hoping for a baby boy. Goodnight❤️

@ trin_dingtopic : my sister is BADDER than yours 😊😩

@ layabaya : awwww friend you're gorgeous😌

@ sammysosa88 : sheesh😅

"The fuck he sheeshin' for? She know she fine."

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@ Twan.upnext : too much bling make these bi*ches scream 😱

@ trin_dingtopic : can I borrow that? 😅

@ Monica_luv : marry me? 😩

@ Twan.upnext : married to @ daidai

@ daidai : 💍

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@ trin_dingtopic : not picture perfect, but I'm worth the picture still. ❤️ lashes by: @ lashedbynue 😘

@ BabyD : whew, you fine. 😍

@ Kingreem : 😩😍

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@ BabyD : chunky face.😙

@ Amourjayda : lashesssss! Lipssss! Browssss! Hairrrrrr! Titssss! Baby you're bomb 💣😍

@ trin_dingtopic : somebody get the water hose, cause she's on fire 🔥😍

@ Mo.nique : cause who best friend ain't fine? 😘
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I exited the app and connected my phone to the charger. Closing my eyes, I tried going to sleep but it was kind of hard since Mo wasn't right next to me.

I understood where she was coming from with the situation, but she fucked up by putting her hands on me. I don't do that type of shit, so I don't expect nobody to do it to me. I need a few days away from her because if I go back now she gone think I forgave her, as I haven't. How could I when she never apologized?

She don't know how