Thug Passion 3 Page 6

  "Whatever Ka'Jaire. I'm not trying to hear none of that bullshit you talking right now. As a matter of fact, you can go ahead about your business. I'll tell you the sex of the baby when I get home." I was trying my best not to lay hands on Tahari, but she was really trying to push my buttons and take me there. She had been doing that shit a lot lately.

  "I'm not going no motherfucking where! I came here to find out the sex of my child, and I'm not leaving here until I know."As soon as I finished talking, the doctor walked in on cue.

  "So, let's see what we're having." Tahari laid back, and the doctor poured the gel on her stomach and moved the wand around.

  "Is that what I think it is?" I asked as I looked at the screen.

  "Yes. It is two babies in there."

  "How is it two babies in there? I've been coming to all of my appointments. There has always only been one heartbeat. I can't believe this shit." Tahari now had tears streaming down her face. I couldn't believe she was sitting here acting like having twins was the end of the world.

  "This happens sometimes, Mrs. Kenneth. If you look at the screen Baby A is the dominant twin. All this time she was hiding Baby B, which is a little boy. Everything will be just fine. No need to worry Mom. I just want you to take it easy and get some rest. The babies may not go all the way to full term. You have my number just call me if you have any questions or concerns." The doctor walked out of the room, and Tahari continued to cry. This shit was fucking me up in the head. I just couldn't understand why she was so upset about this.

  "Get yourself together. I'll be in the car waiting on you." I had to get out of there before I said some shit I might regret later.

  Chapter 12- Tahari

  My Life

  The last thing I wanted my husband to think was that I didn't want his babies. That was furthest from the truth. Everything was just moving so fast. The last three years of my life had been crazy. I've had a lot of happiness accompanied with a lot of sadness. I didn't know which outweighed the other. As soon as shit started going good something bad was on the horizon waiting to happen. I didn't know how much more I could take.

  "I can't believe your ass is pregnant with twins again," Barbie said as she drained the water off of the spaghetti she was cooking. We were all over her and Malik's house for Sunday dinner. Since moving here, we all took turns cooking every Sunday. Malik, Thug, Dro, Sarge, and Vinny were in the movie theater watching the Bears game. All of the wives and Momma Peaches were in the kitchen getting the food ready. Every time we talked about twins Momma Peaches never chimed in on the conversation. That was so odd to me.

  "You can't believe it. I'm still in shock behind seeing that damn screen, and that was two months ago. I can't believe Thug is so happy about this shit."

  "And I can't believe you're so damn sad about it. Your ass should have gotten an abortion if you were going to complain about it the whole fucking pregnancy. I'm sick of you walking around like carrying my seeds is a fucking curse instead of a damn gift. Are you that damn unhappy with a nigga?" The sound of Thug throwing his bottle of beer up against the kitchen wall caused all the men to come upstairs. I wanted to say something to Thug, but my words were caught up in my throat. I just started crying hysterically. All my pent up anger and frustration got the best of me.

  "There you go with that crying shit again." I hated that he just didn't understand what was wrong with me.

  "All that shit is not called for, Ka'Jaire. You know damn well you don't need to have her getting all upset like that. Did you ever stop and think about her and what she needs? That girl is about to have seven damn kids. Did it ever occur to you that she might be scared? Not even a year ago your ass was gunned down and left her to raise five kids by herself. All of a sudden you turn up alive and well. You have uprooted her from Chicago and moved her to a city that she knows nothing about.

  While your ass is out making a name for yourself, Tahari is in the house raising your fucking kids. Do you have any idea how hard it is to carry around twins with a small child on your hip? Not to mention chasing around two bad ass two-year-old twins. Let's not forget raising your twins from a previous relationship. Your ass don't have the right to get mad at her about the way she feels. I taught you better than that. I'm very disappointed in you right now." Instead of Thug responding, he just walked out the front door like he always did. I just sat there and cried the entire time.

  "Just calm down, Peaches," Vinny said as he walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders.

  "Shut the fuck up talking to me, Vinny. How about you talk some sense into your son?" Peaches yanked away from Vinny.

  Peaches had said everything I had been trying to get Thug to understand. When I tried to get him to see my point of view, he turned everything around and made me feel like I was tired of being a mother. I had completely lost my appetite after the scene Thug had caused. I gathered up my kids and went home.

  "Mommy, can we have a family night?" Ka'Jaire Jr. asked as he rubbed my stomach. Out of all the kids, he had been so clingy since I became pregnant. He was the best behaved out of all the kids including Ka'Jaiyah's crybaby ass. All she does is cry, but as soon as Thug was around she was a sweet little angel. That damn Kaine and Kash terrorized the whole damn house.

  "We can't have family night if Daddy isn't here." It was just like baby girl to be worried about her Daddy. His ass didn't even try to come home with us when he saw me getting prepared to leave.

  "Yes, we can have family night. Go find the movie you want to watch. I'll make some popcorn." By the time I was finished with the popcorn, the twins had already fallen asleep on the pallet the kids had made in the movie theater. Ka'Jaiyah was sitting quietly on Ka'Jairea's lap sucking her thumb and watching Despicable Me 2. I handed the kids the popcorn, and I got cozy in one of the theater seats. I fell asleep but was awakened by a sharp pain in my back.

  "Ohhh!" I stood up, and that was when the water started to gush down my legs. I looked down, and the kids were fast asleep. I was starting to feel the contractions coming, and they were real strong. I paced myself with breathing in and out. I retrieved my cell phone and called Thug several times, but I got no answer.

  "Oh, my God! This shit hurts so bad. I screamed out in pain." I tried calling the whole family, but no one answered. Khia was my last hope. I called her, and she picked up on the first ring.

  "I need you to come and take me to the hospital. My water bag broke, and Thug isn't answering. No fucking body is answering. Marta is gone back to Chicago for a couple of days. Please hurry up, Khia! I'm in so much pain!"

  Khia made it to my house in record time and rushed me over to the hospital. They took me straight up to Labor and Delivery. I was already six centimeters, so I knew it was only a matter of time before I would give birth. I thanked God for letting me make it to my eighth month and not need a C-section.

  "Did the guys answer their phones yet?"

  "No, but Barbie and Ta'Jay are on their way here. Peaches have all the kids, so she can't come," Khia said as she held my hand. I was glad she came. In reality, she really didn't have to come. I had been giving her ass hell.

  "I hope that they're okay. That's crazy that neither one of them are answering their phone." I was able to speak through the contraction. Finally, Barbie and Ta'Jay made it, and they were so fucking aggravating and irritating. All they did was curse about not being able to get in contact with the guys. I was hurt that Thug wasn't there, but I had to put that shit in the back of my mind. I had every intention on bringing healthy babies into the world.

  "Go get the doctor, Khia, I'm ready to push!" I yelled out in pain. The doctor arrived, and I began to push. With each push, a wave of tears fell from my eyes. I wished that I had gotten a C-section. I was in so much pain. As soon the first baby's head came out, the door burst open.

  "Baby, I'm here!" Thug yelled as he entered the room. He immediately ran to my bedside and grabbed my hand. He kissed my forehead over and over. I wanted to curse his ass, but I needed to ge
t these damn babies out of me.

  Finally, after about thirty minutes of pushing my children were born. Kaia and Kahari Kenneth blessed the world with their presence. Kaia weighed a whopping 9 pounds even. Kahari weighed seven pounds and thirteen ounces. They looked just like Thug's ass. As soon as the afterbirth was removed, I had my tubes tied. I was done having kids. Seven kids was enough for him and me.

  After my surgery, I woke up in a private room. I looked over, and Thug was holding the twins while feeding both of them. I wanted to curse his ass out for almost missing the birth of his children, but I had no fight in me at the moment. I had fought and argued with him the whole pregnancy. I was tired of fussing and fighting. I knew that he would never miss the birth of his kids on purpose. I just wanted to get back to the way we were before the shooting. I missed my KING.

  ***

  I was so happy the babies were able to come home a week after they were born. Thug had finished the nursery just in time for their arrival. The room was zoo themed. The kids were so in love with the new babies. We had to actually stand guard to keep them out of their rooms when they were sleeping.

  Since being home from the hospital, Thug had been spending more time with us. He was being a big help around the house. I was so happy I was able to get some rest. Lord knows that I needed all the rest that I could get. Lately, he had really been showing how sorry he was for his behavior during my pregnancy. I just hoped and prayed things remained all good.

  "I swear Kaine and Kash gonna make me spank their asses. Where in the hell do they keep finding crayons to write on the walls with?" Thug said as he walked in the kitchen with Latex gloves on while carrying a bucket. "Those little niggas been giving me a run for my money."

  "Ha! Ha! Ha! Now you see what I go through on a daily basis. Your Momma says that they remind her of you and Malik when y'all were little." I was standing in front of the stove stirring the chili that I was preparing for dinner."

  "Come here Ta-Baby. I want to show you something." I turned the fire down and went over to sit on Thug's lap. He handed me a large envelope. It was two plane tickets to the Cayman Islands.

  "I just want to do something special for you. We never really went on a Honeymoon, so I thought that maybe I could take you now. Plus, I just want to make you happy Ta-Baby. I feel like you're not happy with me or this whole living in Miami thing. I know I'm never at home, and I feel like shit for that. If I never told you before, I appreciate you for bearing my seeds. You're a great mother.

  It was never my intention to make you feel bad about not wanting anymore kids. You were just around here pouting and sad all the time about being pregnant. In my eyes, a baby is a gift, not a curse. You had a nigga feeling real fucked up about that. That was what made me act the way I did. I really do apologize for my behavior."

  I leaned in and kissed Thug. I made sure to suck on his bottom lip. His massive hands began to roam all over my hot body. I wanted to fuck him right there in the kitchen, but I had just given birth and I was sore as hell.

  "I accept your apology. I can't wait to call the girls and tell them about our vacation." As soon as I jumped up to go tell the girls, I came back down to reality. I couldn’t leave my damn kids and go to a foreign ass country.

  "I already know what you're thinking. Peaches and Vinny are taking all the kids to Disney World. They're in good hands with their grandparents. Now go ahead call the girls, so y'all can plan a spa day and shopping tomorrow. I'll keep the kids while you're gone." Thug gave me one last kiss before he got up to get Kahari out of the bouncer he was sitting in on the table. He was a little crybaby just like Ka'Jaiyah and only Thug could get him to stop.

  "I love you, Ka'Jaire Kenneth."

  "I love you more, Tahari Kenneth."Damn! I love that man; I thought to myself as I watched him soothe our son back to sleep.

  Chapter 13- Barbie

  Love all Over Me

  Happy wasn't even the word to describe how I felt when Malik told me that we were all going to the Cayman Islands. A vacation was exactly what we needed. I had been bored out of my mind since I moved to Miami. Malik didn't want me out and about without him. Since his ass was always gone, I had no choice but to stay in the house. Most days me and my baby Londyn chilled by our swimming pool. Malik’s ass thought he was slick. He just wanted me to cook, clean, and stay on my damn back. I won't complain though; this was the happiest we had been in years. I think the move to Miami was actually good for us.

  I was so glad I was having a spa day with my girls. I made sure I got Malik's black card. I had every intention on tearing the mall down. I had to look extra good on my vacation. Before heading to the mall, I needed to drop Londyn off at Peaches’ house. I pulled into her driveway, and I saw Vinny's car. This was the third time I had come over her house, and he was over here. I bet any kind of money they were fucking around. I had knocked on the door for about five minutes before she answered. Vinny walked out as I was walking in.

  "Hey, Paw Paw girl." He kissed Londyn and headed towards his car.

  "What the hell are you doing over here so early, Barbie?" Peaches asked as she fired up a Newport.

  "The question is what is your baby-daddy doing over here this early? Let me find out Vinny over here giving you some of that Italian loving." The look on her face confirmed my suspicions.

  "Mind your goddamn business, Barbie. Don't go running off at the mouth about him being over here. The last thing I need to hear is my kids' mouth about me and Vinny."

  "I knew you and him was getting busy. Don't worry, I won't say nothing. Here, I need you to keep her while I go on a spa day with the girls. Malik is going to come and pick her up." I handed the baby to her and proceeded to walk out the door

  "I have shit to do, so he better not be late picking her up. Don't go running your mouth to Tahari either."

  "Okay. Thanks, Momma Peaches."

  I made it to the Spa at the same time as Tahari, Khia, and Ta'Jay. It was a good thing Trish was here in Miami trying to open up her new shop. Her shop was all the buzz these days in Chicago. She had a full-service salon and Spa. Trish was so inspiring she made you want to get out and get on your independent woman shit. Markese didn’t have nothing but bread. She could sit at home and look pretty all day, but Trish would much rather make her own money and contribute her household.

  Lately, I'd been thinking about what I wanted to do with my life. I'm not getting any younger. Since the day I met Malik; he had taken care of me. He had never wanted me to work or do anything. There had to be more to life than sitting around a big ass mansion with no one to talk to. Plus, I'd been thinking real hard about Malik and his street life. When we thought Thug was dead, I was too scared for Malik to walk out of the door. If something happened to him tomorrow, I wouldn't have shit for my daughter or me. We had life insurance, but I wouldn't be able to raise my daughter off of that.

  "Earth to Barbie. Girl, what are you over there thinking about?" Tahari asked as she was getting her nails done.

  "I was thinking about how I can't wait to go on this damn vacation. I'm so tired of sitting in that big ass house doing nothing all day."

  "It's going to feel so good. Not making bottles and hollering at kids all damn day long."

  "Yeah Sis. You definitely need this vacation. With all them damn BeBe's kids you got," Ta'Jay said as she laughed loudly.

  "Don't get cut talking about my babies."

  For the rest of the day, we got pampered and just chilled out with one another. We made it to the Bal Harbour Mall and shopped until we dropped. We hit up Chanel, Alexander McQueen, Gucci, Dolce and Gabbana, and the Prada Store for our clothes. We made sure to hit up La Perla for some sexy ass lingerie, too. Last but not least, we hit up Jimmy Choo and Giuseppe Zanotti for some shoes. I was positive Malik was going to have a fit when he got our bank statement.

  "My damn feet are killing me," Khia said as we all sat down to eat at Joe's Stone Crab before we headed home.

  "I don't know why you wore them damn tw
elve-inch heels to go shopping. Since when do you wear high heels anyway? From my recollection, you were a gym shoe kind of girl." Tahari always found a way to put Khia on front street. I don't even think she realized it, but she threw that girl so much shade. Tahari insisted that she was no longer mad at her, but some of the things she did showed me otherwise.

  "I was until I got with Dro. He has been trying to mold me into this Diva. His ass is driving me crazy with all these Red Bottoms he keeps buying me. Dro wants me to cook in heels, deal with our son in heels, and let's not forget fuck in heels. I won't complain though. Dro is the best man a girl could ever ask for. If he wants me to walk on the moon in heels, I will.”

  "I know that shit right, Khia!" I told her as we slapped hands with one another. Khia and Dro had really started to grow on me. Thug made sure to let us all know that they were a part of the family. Once he got on Tahari about her behavior; she fell into line as well. However, her stubborn ass still needed a little work.

  Peaches was blowing my phone up because Malik never came and picked our daughter up. I had to cut my chill time in half because of it. I should have known his ass was going to forget. Peaches had an earful for me when I finally arrived to pick her up. She did all that fussing only to say that she was keeping her for the rest of the night. I couldn't curse her out, but I was definitely going to let Malik's ass have it.

  Once I arrived home, Malik's car was in the driveway. I hurried up and got out the car ready to rip him a new asshole. I didn't even get my shopping bags from the trunk. I opened the door, and there were candles lit and rose petals all over the floor. I followed the trail of rose petals that led to our bedroom. Malik was laying in bed smoking a blunt with nothing but a pair of boxers on. The lights were dim, and the sound of Jaheim's voice was playing softly in the background.

  "How was your day, Bae? I've been waiting for you to come home," Malik said as he stood up from the bed. The blunt was dangling from his mouth as he walked towards me. I glanced down, and his dick was playing peek a boo. With each step, I could see the head come out of the opening. Malik grabbed my hand and walked me back over to the bed. He slowly removed my shoes and each article of clothing. I wanted to say something, but I was too speechless. Malik was not the romantic type. So, I was in awe of how romantic he was being. Once I was naked, he took off his boxers. I couldn't help but watch as his dick swung from side to side. He came close to me and lifted my chin up and kissed me long and hard. He had me wet as hell at this point. I reached out and started to massage his dick.