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“Orrrr, he was just used to moving a certain way with you and it was easy to revert back to that with somebody he was familiar with.”
“Damn bitch, you really team Ali!”
“No best, I’m team you, which is why I’m giving you my honest opinion. You know I’m the last one to cape for niggas.”
“Ion know about that.” Denim gave her the side eye. “Cause you just went hard for Kai. Talking bout some my man has no reason to lie.”
“Girl best believe, if Kai’s on fuck shit you won’t hear me defending him. In that situation he really didn’t have no reason to lie and Lourdes knows that deep down.”
“I don’t know anything except that Armias is fucking Naz and other bitches.”
“Let me find out that’s the real issue here,” Denim chortled.
“You might find that out,” I replied with zero shame. I’d never been this horny in my life. My pregnancy definitely had something to do with it but this was also the longest I’d gone without sex. This was the worst time to not be getting any. My rose and fingers kept me satisfied for a while, but it was getting old. I wanted to feel a hard body on top of mine and strong hands caressing my curves. I wanted to feel a tongue massaging my clit. I needed to feel a big ole dick sliding in and out of me. I needed back to back orgasms in one round of sex. I needed to hear a mixture of sweet and nasty shit being whispered into my ear. Only one man had ever given me all those things during sex and his bitch ass was giving all that to other bitches. But he wanted to act weird and stingy with me. That shit was crazy, but I wasn’t going to let my raging hormones push me into begging for dick. He knew I had needs and he was choosing to ignore them. That showed how much he cared about me.
“That ain’t the real issue,” Dream laughed. “It is bothering her horny ass though.”
“Hmmp, you better than me, bitch. I would’ve been found me a nigga to fuck.”
“Aht-Aht, that’s nasty!” Dream scrunched her face up.
“What’s nasty? You can have sex when you’re pregnant!”
“No shit, Sherlock. With the child’s father, though.”
“The child won’t know the difference. Who gives a fuck?” Denim spat. “A pregnant woman’s sex life shouldn’t have to be on pause because she’s not with the daddy. Meanwhile the paw getting his dick wet whenever he wants to.”
I felt exactly how Dream did on this topic, but I had to give Denim credit for the argument she’d just made.
“I never said it was fair, but at the end of the day only women can carry kids. I just don’t think it’s that serious to fuck some random Tom, Dick, and Harry while you’re pregnant because you’re horny. You don’t know what you could be exposing your baby to.” Dream laid out the exact reason why I held that stance on the matter in the first place.
“That’s why condoms exist.”
“Condoms don’t protect you from herpes and that STD runs rampant in Louisiana.”
“Okay, you got me there, bitch,” Denim relented and we all laughed.
“Yea…that’s why I’m tryna wait until after I give birth to get back in the field. I don’t want to expose my baby to anything. I also don’t want to pull anybody into my life at a time when I’m not fully available. Ya’ know? But Denim, it does irritate me that Armias is free to get his rocks off at any time with whoever while my life is on pause.”
“Yea, that’s why I was telling you to get you some dick from elsewhere,” Denim laughed. “But you don’t have to match his energy. You’re in no position to do so right now. You’re going to give birth in less than 3 months. You probably should just focus on that. You got toys, right?”
“Pshhh, that’s been my only saving gr-”
My phone buzzed across the table. I quickly swooped it up because I knew I’d hear their mouths about what was on the screen, but it was too late.
“Bitch, not his contact photo being one of the pictures from the maternity shoot. You love them pictures, huh, sis?” Denim cackled right along with her sister. I flipped them both off as I answered the incoming Facetime call from Armias.
“What Louri doing?” He asked the second we had a clear view of each other. From his background I could see he wasn’t at home or in his mama’s house. I also heard a lot of loud, muffled voices in the distance. He was most likely somewhere with family.
“Who’s Louri?” Dream repeated in confusion.
“Girl, don’t ask,” I giggled. After our photoshoot earlier that week we went out to eat at Martelle’s with my mom and Aneesah. My mom asked us if we picked any names out and I showed them the list of names I’d written down in my notes app. I had L names and A names. I’d already shown Armias the list and we both agreed we’d wait until we saw her. That way we’d give her the name that best suited her. I’d added a few names to the A list that he hadn’t seen until we were at dinner. He sat next to my mom peering at the list and his eyes lit up when he saw the last and newest name on the list.
“You ain’t tell best friend that my baby's name is Alouri, Louri for short, Rose Pierre?”
“No she ain’t tell me. She must’ve wanted it to be a secret.”
“I didn’t tell you because we didn’t decide that,” I laughed. “We agreed we’d pick a name once she was born.”
