Page 18 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

Chapter Seven

Jovie - A week later…

I looked in the mirror studying myself for what felt like forever, looking for something.

Very much something to physically indicate that that little alien in my gut was in there.

I mean I felt him every day, but I didn’t see him.

Not yet at least, but I was ready to see my baby boy.

We didn’t know the sex for sure, but for some reason I felt like it was a boy, hell I lowkey needed it to be a he considering I didn’t know a damn thing about pigtails and didn’t want to learn.

Plus, I felt bad if I had a daughter. I witnessed first-hand how Cartier was with his sister.

Last week he was talking about cutting her off because she said she had a man, this week they were beefing because she had pushed back her visit weekend.

It wasn’t hard to peep that baby girl had a guy and was doing that thing we all did.

You know spending all the time in the day with him.

Us females did that shit all the time, especially the young ones.

Anyway, I wasn’t up for subjecting a baby girl to his overprotective ass antics.

I could only imagine what my daughter would go through.

“Still can’t see shit, but you are thick as a snicker baby mama.” Cartier walked in the bedroom eyes glued to my booty.

“Thank you.” I cackled before reaching for my dress.

“Anytime. I thought you had lunch with Vee today.”

“I did, but I wasn’t really feeling well, and I got up late. I’ll hang out with her at some point. I need to get to the studio and look over the plans for one of my events.” I shook my head just thinking about one of the situations I had going on.

He nodded. “What got you irritated? ”

“Gema asked me to throw her party. Well plan it, but she’s changing her mind all through the process. Ho went from talking about one long table to small circle ones. Then sh?—”

“Don’t let that shit stress you out or piss you off. As a matter of fact I don’t know why you’re even throwing her shit, anyway. She got a fucking budget and I know for a fact those shits you do be up there. You gonna be pissed when she can’t pay for half of that shit.”

“She said Cruz was payi?—”

“Don’t believe that shit. That nigga’s wife monitors the accounts more than her fucking monthly. Trust me I know my blood. He can’t stand that broad, but he ain’t gonna disrespect her that bad.” He walked up to me wrapping his arms around my waist. “You chilling with me today?”

“Depends on what chilling with you entails. You know how you are.”

He chortled. “The fuck that supposed to mean?”

“You feed and fuck me. Literally in that order. Then be talking about how the streets don’t fill you up no more.”

“Damn that’s cold, see when I tell you how I fee?—”

“I’m just playing, baby. But I know you.”

“You talking shit, but don’t nobody tell you to walk around here half ass naked knowing yo’ body is my fucking kryptonite. I be tryna be focused and then bam! You walk yo’ thick ass out in some shorts you know too small and a half top talkin’ bout, ‘What you doing, baby daddy?’”

He had me there and I couldn’t help but laugh. He was right, I fucked with him when I was bored, asking him what he was doing when I already knew damn well what he was doing or where he was on his way to. “You know I could go hom?—”

“Yo’ ass is home. Anyway, Ace members were pulling up to Sandos tonight and I was gonna show face, but I changed my mind. Figured I’d chill with yo’ fine ass tonight especially ‘cause I know I’m getting some after the movie.”

Laughter escaped my lips. “You just know that for a fact, huh?”

“Hell yeah, and you’re about to run me a redo on 2K. Talking about beginners luck. Yeah right, fuck outta here.” He referred to the fact that I had blown him out a few nights ago.

“It’s Curry, baby.” I held my hand up acting like I was shooting a ball.

“You look ‘bout slow as fuck with that fucked up form.”

“Somebody is hating,” I taunted before pushing past him into the washroom.

“Ain’t no hating, I just peep that you hustled me.” By now he had his arms crossed and was looking at me with the eyes of a child.

I cackled. “I didn’t though. However since you’re staying in with me tonight I guess we can get that rematch cracking.”

“I’m down as long as you are, just don’t be mad refusing to cook, withholding pussy and on bullshit when I whoop that ass.”

I smiled at him, loving this moment we were in. Cartier and I didn’t act like a normal couple, shit if anything we were friends. The one thing he told me he couldn’t be to me when I told him that I didn’t want anything else.

“I think I may have to change my number.” I changed the subject jumping onto something a little more important.

“Why?” he leaned back against the sink peering intently at me as I continued getting dressed.

“My auntie. She won’t stop calling me. Hell if I was in the city at my place, I’m willing to bet she’d be at my door on a daily. And yes, before you ask all of her calls are about money.”

He nodded his head. “You want me to handle it? Matter of fact I got it. ”

“No. She’ll eventually stop.”

“ Nah, I said I got it.”

I looked at him for a minute, before shaking my head. “Well, have it and don’t do anything crazy.”

He had a smirk. “Ain’t gonna do nothing too crazy.”

“Yeah right. I can see it in your eyes that you’re lying.” I turned around in front of him, holding out my necklace. “Can you clip this? ”

He accepted it, doing as I asked within seconds. Then his hands found their way to my hips pulling me back against him. Then he turned us around to the mirror, locking eyes with me through it.

“I’ma do the dash behind you, wifey. Regardless of what you say or how you probably think it’s too much.”

Totally rested back in his arms, I nodded. “I hear you.”

“Good now get yo’ ass dressed. I’m tryna chill in the crib all day, but it’s hard to do that when we gotta run out and get shit to eat, right?”

Before I could offer a response, he slapped my ass and told me to hurry my ass up. I did just that too, and we left the house less than thirty minutes later.

Of course we argued the entire way there, because neither of us knew what we wanted to eat and couldn’t agree on anything.

While I wanted Mexican he wanted fried chicken and french fries.

Nigga wanted a hood meal out of the house with the mild sauce included.

Where the hell we were finding the mild sauce I didn’t know, but according to him there was a store out west that sold it.

We eventually settled on nachos with french fries instead of chips.

Though he hated the idea, he was willing to compromise as long as the taco meat was ground turkey and not red meat.

That would take some getting used to because Cartier didn’t eat red meat at all.

That meant as long as I had been with him at his house I’d eaten mostly turkey besides the one Wendy’s burger that had me on the toilet for hours, because let him tell it my stomach was no longer used to the harshness of red meat.

I love steak, so that was fucked up. Low key I had to because I had a shellfish allergy out of this world.

We compromised though, and it was cute. Well not cute, but very adult-like and I liked it.

“What do you want outta life?” Cartier’s voice took my attention from the road ahead carrying us to his place.

“Happiness, fulfillment. Fullness.”

“In what terms?” I felt his eyes.

“I know nothing is perfect, but I want something close. I wanna create a life so beautiful that I don’t find myself regretting a thing. I just wanna be in a state of peace, and happiness at my best self.”

“You think you could attain that with me?”

I glanced in his direction for the first time since he started talking. Immediately I felt the need to put my hand to the side of his face. “I am attaining that with you. I love us like this.”

He nodded resting his head against my hand.

“What about you? What do you want out of life?”

“You, this, us and a few more kids.” He smirked after that last part.

“Are you sur?—”

“Positive. The hos, the clubs and all that shit gets old. Niggas run through some shit, but then you encounter that one that leaves a mark. That one that’ll have you denying what you really want but plotting on making yo’self a permanent fixture in her life.”

I laughed. “Meaning?”

“I’m all in, baby girl. If you want the world I’ma give you that shit with a bow wrapped around it.”

I couldn’t contain the smile that overtook my face. I never expected any of this, let alone from him. “Keep it like this.”

Virtue

He was angry, that much was evident, but why did I care?

Why did I care when for the last few weeks he had been with God knows who doing whatever?

Why was I giving a care or even allowing my mind to travel to his section?

I was here with Aylo and that was that. A firm grasp on my thigh broke my thought, causing me to look up at him.

Him was Aylo, eyes hidden behind the designer shades.

He was one handsome nigga, and he knew it with his cocky ass, but tonight he’d shown me a side of him I’m not sure I liked.

Well screw that, he had introduced me to the less reserved side of him and hell no, I didn’t like it.

It was a lot going on here, a lot of unsavory humans that I could feel energy coming from.

Unsavory meaning a bunch of niggas with eyes I didn’t trust. Though I liked spending time with Aylo, I didn’t like this setting or the side of him I met tonight.

I liked the intimate time, not this. He also seemed different when we were around people, less reserved and human.

More like a reckless nigga with too much to say.

The vibe was off, and I peeped that one hundred percent, especially when he had drank more in the last few hours than I’d seen on any of our dates. He was different.