Page 6 of That Fire

“Royaaaaalll, I’m cumming . . . all over your . . . hundred thousand dollar . . . vehicle! Shiiiiit!”

“Fuck it up, Aaliyah. Fuck this shit all the way up, baby.”

I fucked her harder as she drowned my dick in her juices. When I blasted off deep in her pussy, I nearly collapsed on top of her. I finally eased out of her and got off the hood to see the dent in that shit. I slowly shook my head as I helped her off it, cradling her in my arms.

“I’m glad to have you back, Liyah. Although it was only a brief pause, I thought we were done, baby.”

I kissed her head as she smiled slightly. She didn’t say a word, just laid her head against me and rested her hand on her belly. She was damn near six months pregnant. Those babies were probably pissed as much as we fucked. When I saw her stomach move, I chuckled. “They probably mad as fuck.”

She giggled. “Probably. Maybe they’ll be so tired when they’re born, they’ll sleep more instead of running me ragged.”

I chuckled, then kissed her head as I went to the door to go inside the house. This was one time I was happy I built my garage like it was part of the house. Most of my cousins had their garages detached and only connected by a breezeway. The side door to my garage led right into the house.

I set Aaliyah on top of the washing machine, so I could lock the door. I’d left it unlocked when I was rushing to get to the wedding on time. Once we were inside, I took her to the bathroom in my bedroom, and began running bath water so she could soak, then went back to the garage to get our things.

I could hear my phone ringing before I could even get to it. When I saw my dad’s number, I ignored his call, then texted.

I’ll call you back. I’m at home with Aaliyah.

A’ight, nigga.

I chuckled, then grabbed all our things and made it back inside. Today had been tiring, and it wasn’t over. I’d felt a wide spectrum of emotions, and I could only hope that whoever was the father of her kids wouldn’t be on bullshit, threatening to ruin our good time.

Chapter 2

Aaliyah

As I soaked in Royal’s tub, my mind was going one hundred miles a minute. What was I doing? The DNA test said the babies weren’t his. That shit left me confused. I told him that I had an idea of who the father could be, but that was a lie. If they weren’t his, I didn’t know. A guy I fucked almost a year ago broke the condom, but that was a damn year ago! It was impossible for him to be the father. Everyone else wore protection as well.

The only other man I slept with during that window used a condom, and he pulled out before he nutted because I sucked the shit out of him. My only other sexual partners were women. That was obviously impossible. So, either that DNA test was wrong as fuck or my due date was wrong. I didn’t feel like my due date was wrong. Bali was very knowledgeable and thorough.

I didn’t want Royal to know that I was really feeling him. Nobody else moved me like he did. He was the only man I wanted to fuck. I actually wanted more than that, but I didn’t want to tell him because I knew what we agreed to. When he asked me to be exclusive, I was hoping that he asked me to be his. I knew he felt something for me for him to keep comingback, but I was sure about that when I told him I was pregnant, possibly with his children.

His feelings immediately got involved, and I could see the disappointment all over him when the DNA test results said that he wasn’t the father. I was disappointed too. I didn’t start putting dates together until last week. I loved fucking, and I enjoyed variety, so it never occurred to me to do the math before I said what I said. I didn’t want him to think that I was trying to trap him.

Plus, I had to be somewhat discreet about things. I was a schoolteacher. I couldn’t have those people firing me over my personal life. I hated that fucking job though. Those middle school kids were horrible. I could only imagine what the high schoolers were like. With as much money as my daddy had given me, I didn’t even have to work. I needed something to do to keep me busy. I should have majored in something else though.

I didn’t have a choice on whether I went to college or not, although neither of my parents had college degrees. Since I didn’t want to be on the rodeo scene, I had to go to school. Red Squared didn’t go to college either. His ass was giving me the stank look at the wedding, and I had a feeling this bullshit about me sleeping with PJ had gotten to him. I wished PJ was here so he could clear this up. He wasn’t the type to lie on his dick, at least he didn’t seem to be.

I grew up around him. I looked at him like a cousin, as I did with all the Semiens. I would never fuck with any of them. I called their dads uncle. In my head, Uncle Legend, Uncle Ryder, and Uncle Philly were my dad’s brothers, especially Uncle Legend. Uncle Legend’s kids were actually my cousins anyway, since our mothers were cousins. I wished I knew who said that shit. I would confront him today. It was probably someone in their crew. Although Seven liked to run his mouth at times, I didn’t feel like it was him.

Glancing down at my growing belly, I sighed. I wasn’t ready to be a mother, but I supposed I had better get ready. It wasn’t like I could have had an abortion. Now that I could feel them moving around, I couldn’t imagine having done it, even if I could. While they weren’t created in love, or hate for that matter, their conception wasn’t a mistake. For whatever reason, God knew I could handle this. So, here I was, a mother . . . a not-so great one right now but a mother, nonetheless.

When the door opened, I turned my head to see Royal coming inside. That man was so damn fine. The fact that he could fuck made him even finer. He was a light-bright Henderson, as I noticed most of them were. The family trait of height didn’t miss him either. He was over six feet. Seven was taller than him, but not by much. One of his best assets, besides his dick, had to be his smile. His dimples in his cheeks were my weakness. I liked his thickness too. He wasn’t overweight, but he wasn’t skin and bones either.

“You okay? You need anything?” he asked me after closing the door.

“I’m okay. Thank you.”

He gave me a slight smile, then went to his knees next to the tub. He stared at my stomach, and brought his hand to my belly, gently rubbing it. I stared at him as he did so, seeing the emotion building in him. Before I could say anything, he cleared his throat and pulled his hand away, then sat.

“What do you think you’ll have? Two girls, two boys, or a boy and a girl?”

“I don’t know. If it’s a boy and a girl, though, I probably won’t have any more kids. I’ll have the best of both worlds.”

He gave me a tight smile as he nodded. “Well, umm . . . if you need anything, give me a holler. Oh, and Maui had the baby. She was close. By the time they got her set up, an hour later she was pushing him out.”

“Aww, how much did he weigh? I know she was a tad bit early, right?”