Short Story: New Year's Edition

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A/N: First of all happy holidays to you all. I was starting to update with a Christmas short story featuring Mona & Jericho, but I caught the flu cause people don't wanna cover their mouths. Then they have the nerve to breathe on you like hhhhhi hhhhow are you, but anyways you guys get front row seats to the James' New Years celebration!!!

I just couldn't wait so yes I'm releasing this shit early! It's unedited too.

Jericho
5:00 a.m. 
New Year’s Eve

“Wake yo' ass up! I am sick of you!” I woke up to find my wife standing over the bed, her hair wrapped in a Cheetah print hair scarf with a short silk peach nightie on. Her honey-brown eyes were murderous.

What did I do? I swear I've been on my best behavior. I haven't killed anyone in a long time. And I've been going to that therapy program for Vets with PTSD.

It was my mother's and Mona's idea, not mine. I swear when those two women get together they are always plotting something. “You got me pregnant again!” She shouted.

I rub my face. “What time is it?” I grabbed the clock.

“Time for you to start using condoms cause it seems birth control just can't stop Jericho James' sperm from fertilizing my eggs!”

“No way am I using a rubber with my own wife- wait, did you just say you're pregnant again?” I hopped out of bed in one swift motion, pacing towards her. Shit, I got me a late Christmas present.

My sweet thing is pregnant again!

She threw the pregnancy test at my naked chest and moved away, putting her fist up like she's ready to fight me. I picked it up and my heart skipped a beat. Sure enough the window read PREGNANT. I gazed up and smiled. “Come here.”

“No! I'm sick of you,” she raged. I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight and rested my chin on top of her head. She smelled so good- like coca butter and apples.

“I can't help it if I got those Michael Phelps swimmers.” She didn't need to know I've been taking those pills that build your sperm count. I've also been crushing those pregnancy pills up and mixing them in her meals. I'm trying really hard to keep her pregnant so she can't leave. Ever. We're going to have lots of kids.

“Speaking of kids, you need to discipline Jordan. I don't know where she got this violent side from cause she sure didn't get it from me.”

I tensed.

Not this again.

She got expelled from preschool because she kicked some kid's ass. The kid was a bully and had to learn a lesson. You can't pick on every kid. I'm just glad it was my little sweet thing that taught that kid a lesson using the technique daddy showed her. “Every time she acts up, Jericho, you're always rewarding her.”

I scoff. “I do not.”

“Do too!”

“Do not.”

“Then what do you call taking her out for ice cream!”

“It was a hot day. Did you want our little girl to overheat?”

She sighs with irritation. “You reward her one more time and daddy gonna be having dry dick for-

“Don't do that to me or people will suffer.”

****

“You gotta help me, Jerry.”  Mark demanded pacing around my den.

I shrugged, taking a sip of my beer. “What do you want me to do?”

“How do you deal with an angry pregnant woman for fuck sake?! Last week I tried to touch her and you know what she did...” We all shook our heads. “She blackened my eye!”

I'm only listening to this shit because Mark is my closest bro. But I don't even know what to tell him. When Mona was pregnant with our twins she couldn't keep her hands off of me. I look at Chase. He shrugs and says, “Mackayla was just bossy, but that's nothing new about her. She was pretty cool when she was pregnant with Nigel-

“Give her space, man,” Jake said, getting into the conversation. “Don't mess with an angry pregnant woman. Just don't do it. Nina was like that with our first kid too.” He shook his head.

Mark ran both hands through his hair and sat next to me on the sofa. “We haven't fucked in five months.”

“Damn, man,” every man in the room gave him their condolences. I would lose my fucking mind if Mona ever stopped puttin' out. But on second thought, I look so good she can't resist me. All I have to do is put on my Calvin Klein boxers and nothing else and say Ay, sweet thing, let's go. She already knows what's up.

I pat him on the back. “You'll get through it, Santos, only four more months to go.” What I'm not going to tell him is it gets worst when the baby comes. Mona and I had to slip quickies in between nap and feeding time, but enough about Mark's problems. That shit was getting me depressed.

Our ladies were in the kitchen cooking so that was a no man's land. They think we don't know what's going on. All they're doing in there is talking about everything we're doing wrong...

Mona

“I almost punched the shit out of that fool this morning- excuse my language Elizabeth and Pamela.”

“It's alright, darling. My son makes me want to smack the shit out of him too sometimes,” Elizabeth replied.

We all laughed then Gigi burst into tears, rubbing her stomach. “What's wrong, baby?” Pamela and I were by her side in a flash, comforting her. Baby hormones are the worst. Trust me I know. Now I’m going to have to deal with them again. I didn’t want any more kids. The twins were a hand full as it is.

“M-Mark w-won't touch me,” Gigi sobbed.

“Aww,” All the women said.

“I don't think he finds me sexually attractive anymore.”

“Oh please, the way that man looks at you... I don't think so,” Mackayla said. I wasn't going to rub salt on her wound, but Mark and I had a talk. Every time he would try to touch her she goes off. He's been trying to figure out ways to deal with her. I told him just be patient and bye her comfort food.

There are quite a few people coming out for our New Year’s celebration. We even invited Jericho's new friend, Carson, a vet who was wounded in Iraq. They met in the therapy program for Vets. He had no family, only his care-giver, Julian.  It was going to be a lovely evening.

Jada runs into the kitchen, crying. “Mommy, JoJo pulled my hair!”

I sighed with irritation. “Where y'all daddy at?!” See what I'm saying, he never disciplines them. He spoils both of them.

“She's a rat,” Jordan says.  Where the hell did she learn that?! “Daddy said snitches get stitches.”

Hold up, Imma pretend like she didn't just say that. Never mind, she overdue for one. “Mom, will you watch these greens for me?” This girl is about to get an ass whoopin.

Elizabeth nods. "Sure thing, Darling."

“Come here!” I shouted at Jordan.

“Daddy!” She screams and runs to the den. If Jericho tries to stop me from spanking her ass, I swear he gonna be out on the streets.

I took off my belt from Forever 21 and paced after her straight to the den.

“What's going on?” Jericho asked as I find him and all the other men sitting around the poker table. Jordan was hiding behind her daddy's chair.

“She's actin up and you need to spank her!”

He wasn’t even paying any attention to me. “I'm in the middle of something, sweet thing,” he said, then stared down at his hand of cards.

“So. Was. I,” I said in between clenched teeth. “Parenting is a 24 hour and 7 days a week job, Jericho!”

Now I had his undivided attention. He peered at me long and hard, giving a look that may have intimidated most people. “If you don't spank her, Jericho, I promise you, you're going to be out on the streets!”

“You're going to kick me out of my own house? Seriously?”

“Yep.” I looked him right in the eyes returning his glare. These pregnancy hormones got me losing my patience. Cause you had to have a lot of patience dealing with this man.

Jericho stood, grabbed Jordan pacing towards the doorway and then grabbed me. He took us into the room and shut the door.

I crossed my arms waiting to see what he was gonna do. He dropped down on both knees before Jordan. “Look at me, baby doll.” He slid a finger under her chin raising it.

“A-are you gonna spank me, daddy?” Now she was using water works on him, poking out that cute little bottom lip.

“No.” He is such a sucker for her.

“What?!”

“If you be a good girl all day I'll buy you whatever you want.” Her face lit up as she nodded enthusiastically. “Now go play.”

I just stood there in disbelief as she sauntered out of the room happy and content. She already had a Christmas, which Jericho and I went all out for.

He rose and faced me.

I laughed, humorlessly. “I don't even know why I bother.” It would seem I'm going to be doing all the ass whoopin around here. I can't wait until she becomes a teenager. And when she starts disrespecting him, he'll see.

Jericho shrugged. “She'll behave for the rest of the day especially after what I've promised her.”

“And what about tomorrow, Jericho, when she acts up again, and the next day? Are you gonna keep buying her things until your crazy ass is bankrupt?”

“Did you just call me crazy?” He was amused. Diamond eyes danced with humor. “I'll reward mommy too.”

“I can't believe that's the only thing you got out of that- wait... what did you just say?” He kind of threw that in as a curve ball.

“I said,” Jericho began, pulling me in his arms, smiling. “I'll reward mommy too. I'll give you anything you want and I'll take care all of your needs. I think you're a great mother.” He kissed my lips. This fool is tryna butter me up. Shame on me, because it was kind of working.

I moved out his embrace. “Jericho?”

“Hmm?”

“You'll do anything for your daughters, right?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I'll do anything for my little sweet things- Ow! Ay, stop that!”

He said he would do anything for his 'little sweet things'. So I guess that isn't limited to taking an ass beating for them. That's right; I was whoopin' Jericho James' ass with a belt.

New Year’s Day

After putting the kids to sleep, the adults had their time watching the ball drop in Time Square on the flat screen T.V within our living room. We broke out the champagne, but of course I couldn't drink.

He's always ruining my fun. I shoot him a murderous glance from across the room and he winks, blowing me a kiss. He was wearing the black tattooed sweater and blue jeans I brought him for Christmas.

I laughed evilly to myself. I've got something for him.

***

I blew a whistle right in Jericho's ear. He shot straight up in bed. “What the hell is wrong with you, woman?!”

“Good morning, daddy. Guess what? You're going to help me decorate the house for our New Year’s party.”

Jericho's gaze slides down my body very slowly, lingering a long while on my breast then down to my legs. “Mmm... What are you wearing?” he whispers.

“A little motivator.”

“Oh, I'm motivated alright. Come here. I want it. Right now,” he demands.

He ain’t gettin’ shit.

I shake my head and smirk. “Not until you do what I ask.” I was wearing a gold bikini top and a belly chain with a pair of daisy dukes. The small triangles left little to the imagination. I know I was being extra, but a woman has got to do what a woman has got to do if she wants things down around here.

Elizabeth took the girls to the park so they're going to be out of the way for a few hours until we get everything set up.

“But I can't function with morning wood.”

“Try.”

I turned up the music and danced around the house to some holiday music, putting up decorations as Jericho gave angry looks fueled by sexual frustration, watching my ass and breast move. I handed him some decorations and pointed to where I wanted them hung.

I kept on brushing my ass and chest up against his body, dancing around him until he grabbed me. “Stop fucking teasing me! My dick is so hard right now it hurts! I get it! You're punishing me for not spanking Jordan! Let's go get her! I'll spank her right now if that’s all it takes for you to take me off this cruel punishment!”

He's damn right I'm punishing him! He needs to understand that we're a team and if the team is divided this won't work. We need to be on the same page here when it comes down to discipline. I'm sick and tired of the girls always running to him when they do something wrong cause they know he won't spank them. I’m sick of him bribing them with gifts.

“Now, will you take care of this hard on? Please,” he pleaded. Nope, he's still on punishment.

I roll my eyes. “There are still some decorations left.”

He shakes his head and says, “I can see the headlines now; Man dies of blue balls, wife refused to give up the ‘goodies’.” he got to work, finishing in record time. Everything looked great.

The Celebration

Jericho

There were people in around my house. I didn't expect everyone who was invited to show up, but they did. Kids were running around. The adults were socializing and drinking. Even Carla showed up today with my nephew. It really was nice to see her and Trenton Jr.

“You have a nice family and your wife is amazing, Jerry,” Jack said.

“Thank you, Jack. I appreciate you coming out.”

“You're welcome. I wouldn't have missed this for the world,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink. For the hundredth time this evening-I've been counting- his eyes wondered over to my mother. Mona called it, said he's ‘feeling her’. Whatever the fuck that means. All I know is: he touches my mother, he's dead. I don't care if he is my partner.

I balled my fist then gazed over at Mona who's been serving food and drinks most of the evening. I told her to hire a caterer. She gives me a warning look and mouths remember what Dr. Shaw said. I breathe in deeply and exhale, unclenching my fist.

Fine, I'll behave tonight.

“Hey, Jerry,” Carson says, rolling up in his hover-around chair. He lost both of his legs in a bombing down in Iraq. Therapy and medicine has been helping with his severe PTSD. He's been doing a whole lot better since the first time we met.

“Carson.”

“Your wife is an amazing woman, very sweet and beautiful.” That's like the twentieth guy- single and married- who said that about my wife. Shit, I know how lucky I got with Mona. Why are circumstances trying my patience? I'm just a man.

“Thank you, Carson.”

“It must be nice to have a wife and kids.” His blue eyes sadden.

Ah, fuck. I forget how lonely the guy is. His situation makes me grateful for what I have. I will never take my family for granted. I know how it feels to be so cold and alone all the way down to your soul. Warmth only comes from a true connection with someone.

As my very ‘sweet’, ‘amazing’, and ‘beautiful’ wife has said, Carson needs someone to help him get through his situation. “That care giver of yours is an amazing woman too.”

He gazes up at me then looks away, smiling. “She is, isn't she?”

I knew it. He wants her.

I took a sip of my beer. “Why don't you tell her how you feel, man?”

He shrugs a shoulder. “I don't think she sees me in that way.”

“Hope strengthens,” I encourage him. Mona said she's been prying and yes Julian does feel the same way about him. Mona loves playing match maker, but I have to admit, she's good at it. Just look at Mark and Gianna, her first success story.

Mona

“Mackayla, I'm going to the kitchen. We're running out of ice like crazy.”

“Okay,” she nods.

I quickly make haste inside the house, but get sidetracked by people asking questions about the design of our home and telling me great party. All questions about home design I direct them towards Jericho. He's the architect.

I dashed for the chest of ice as I reach the kitchen. The door slams shut behind me and I hear footsteps.

“I told you, Mackayla, I was getting ice. I'll be back in a minute.”

“I've been called many things. Surely, no one can mistake me for a woman.” No. Way... I knew that voice...

I dropped the ice and spun around. Six foot three of rock solid muscle crowded the doorway. I opened my mouth to scream.

“Easy, Mona, I won't hurt you... again. I just want to make things right.”

My mind was wheeling with all types of scenarios-none of them good- being in the same room with Trenton James. I thought Jericho killed him...

No wait. Jericho wouldn't kill his own brother, clearly.

Oh, he was alive alright, looking handsome too in a navy blue blazer with a grey silk shirt and a patterned tie with jeans and boots. He was clean shaven now and I could even smell his expensive aftershave from here, but most importantly he looked sane and nothing like the deranged man that killed Detective Owens and kidnapped me.

Still this was a dangerous man, trained to kill like Jericho and it didn't matter if he dressed himself up in suits and ties. I bet the devil wears suits and ties too.

“What do you want, Trent?” I found my voice.

“To explain, to apologize. When we met I was out of my mind-

“You mean when you abducted me and attempted to torture and kill me… How do I know you're not out your mind now?!”

He gave me a dry look. “The answer to that question is one you wouldn't like. Please, just give me a chance to explain.”

Shit, if Jericho finds out he's here... or worst if Elizabeth were to know she'll probably have a heart attack which would definitely send Jericho over the edge. See, none of these scenarios are looking good.

He begins pacing around the kitchen, running his hands through his long thick dark hair. Trent was so much like Jericho then again he wasn't.

He began to explain, “Some years ago, in the Special Forces, Jericho defied commands' orders during a very important mission. They have very special places for insubordinate soldiers. I could not let my brother go down especially with where they would send him.  So I took the blame, went down for him. I was imprisoned for years. Doing my time in military prison insanity claimed me. I lost everything, my mind, my family, who I would never see again. Later, I was told Jericho was killed on a mission which only deepened my insanity. I thought I would die in there, but some strange man came to visit me. I made a deal with him in exchange for my freedom. When I came home and found Jericho to be alive and overtly obsessed and in love with a woman... I was angry and clearly not well. Being locked up did things to me you can’t even began to imagine. Seeing Jericho was a hair trigger for me. I blamed him for everything and wanted to make him suffer for the years I spent in a hole. But now I understand it was wrong of me. It was my decision to take the fall for my brother. Two very important women got hurt because I wanted revenge, you and my wife. Do you think you can forgive me, Mona?”

I was speechless. Trent was a completely different man, composed and calm.

I didn't know what to say nor did I know how to feel. He took a fall for Jericho and was imprisoned, sacrificing everything for his brother? If that ain't the true meaning of love I don't know what is. I don't know what an army prison is like, but that must have been hell for him.

But still it didn't change the fact Trent tried to kill me just to show his brother what it was like to lose everything. But this new version of Trent was standing here apologizing to me.

The million dollar question: could I take his word?

I sigh. “Come with me, Trent.”

He gives me a puzzled look. “But you didn't say

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