The End?
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Love doesn’t live here anymore?
Cherish faces a tough decision when the power of life and death is placed in her hands. The spark between Cherish and Kendrik doesn’t seem to fizzle until a surprise pop-up makes her rethink their situation.
Kendrik’s heart turns to stone after his baby girl dies. The cut-off season gets real when things in his life take more precedence. However, he still has a soft spot for Cherish. So when presented with the opportunity to get that old thang back, he is all for it until things take a turn he doesn’t expect.
Rianca and Rich can’t seem to get on the same page. Rich feels Rianca covets unspoken animosity towards him, and he questions whether he made the right decision. Still searching for those who acted against the one he loves, Rich desires to make things right with his one. Unfortunately, Rianca is fighting her own demons on the flip side, trying to make peace with taking Quintrell’s life, which has caused her great strife.
Chapter 1
Kendrik
Do you want to know the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life? Hand my lifeless child over to medical staff. This day of celebration turned into mourning real quick. Part of me died when I arrived to see my little girl lying there, not making a sound, let alone breathing. There was no way I could have prepared for this turn in events. I felt my existence wither away, sitting in a trance-like state. It hurt me to know I could never hold my daughter in my arms again. Forever etched in my memory will be the fact that Kensley resembled me more than the woman who bore her. In the beginning, I admit I didn’t believe Kensley was my child. However, I didn’t get the chance to make things right once she arrived. It brought me to tears every time I blinked my eyes. All I could see was my little girl’s beautiful face. That was my twin.
“I know you hear me talking to you?” Kilani glares in my direction.
I used my free hand to wipe a few lone tears from my face, looking her way. The fuck has gotten into her? I thought to myself. Kilani is suddenly popping attitudes and shit. I was in no mood for the bullshit or had the time.
Kilani rolls her eyes forward. “The light’s green.” She shifts her weight in the passenger seat, rocking her crossed leg back and forth.
I looked out of the corner of my eyes. Hmph. I snickered to myself, shaking my head. This broad was a trip. The ride back to my place was peaceful until this point. I don’t know what has gotten into her, but she could have that shit. I released the brake pedal, putting my foot on the gas instead of engaging in the inconsequential moment.
“I’on like how you’re ignoring me.”
Smch. My teeth smacked against my lips. “Man…,” I sighed, sinking lower into my seat. “I’m not going here with you. You know I just found out my daughter died. I got a lot on my mind.”
“Speaking of... when were you going to tell me you had a baby on the way?” Kilani continued, ignoring my wishes.
“To be honest, it’s not something you needed to know.” I hoped my response put to bed the questions she was drumming up in her head. “Why do we have to have this conversation right now?”
“What you mean that’s not something I needed to know?” Kilani’s face twists up in disappointment.
I barked back. “Exactly what the fuck I said! It was never an obligation last time I’d checked.”
Kilani pauses, then laughs. “So, you can fuck on me, take me to meet your friends, but I can’t… know… you… have… a baby on the way?”
My facial muscles hardened like stone. “Kilani, I ain’t gotta explain shit to you. We are not a couple,” I blurt out. I was two seconds away from choking this bitch. My mind did laps around the racing thoughts.
“I just find it odd. We’ve been dealing for a minute now, and you’ve failed to mention it,” Kilani says, turning to face me.
My voice boomed. “I don’t know what the fuck you thought you were getting, but this ain’t that.” I stared into Kilani’s eyes, making known the reality of the situation.
Kilani scoffs, “Wow.”
We finally pulled into the four-story parking structure. I whipped the wheel into the nearest spot, forcing the gears into park. “You can take your bitch ass home.” I killed the smooth rumbling engine of my all muscle, 428 Cobra Jet. This conversation was as good as over. I had no words for the hoe.
“Ooh, that’ll do it.” She frowns up. “You ain’t gotta tell me twice.” Kilani snatched up her things, slamming the door on her way out.
I whispered, “Get the fuck on,” chucking that hoe the deuces.
Kilani had me fucked up when she fixed her mouth to charge me up about my child. Not one time did the bitch ask me if I was alright or give me her condolences. Kilani didn’t give a fuck about what was going on in my world unless it benefited her.
I desperately needed to be consoled, but had no viable options.
Chapter 2
Kilani
“Shit,” I hissed. Pissed and annoyed. I thought I cracked something. My decisions stopped making sense, but also cents. I put my neck on the line for Slim enough to get myself killed, and here he is, giving me mixed signals. I desperately craved to get away from this life. Slow and steady always wins the race. I needed to go with the flow and allow things to progress organically. Shaking ass for cash was fun, but it hasn’t gotten me anywhere long term. Hitting licks and turning tricks got me many things, but none of my John’s had what it took to be with me. Slim has this saucy cool player disposition that drew me in. I can’t lie; he intrigues me. His assets were well endowed. I would be a fool to try not to bag him. That nigga is too fine. And that dick he totes around. Chile. I need not say anymore. He’s been tricking off his time solidifying home base, but I was nowhere near that with him.
I’m confident he’ll be back. They always come back. To make sure he does, I’ll reach out in a couple of days. Then, lure him my way. I’m going to slurp his soul through that dick like a straw, reintroducing him to my thunder throat. I will drain them ball sacks of every drop, leaving them resembling a crushed Capri-Sun pouch. Slim can keep playing with me if he wants. He won’t be able to resist me. I’ll stroke his ego nice and slow, making his every wish my command. I would do anything to secure my thing with Slim, but first, I had to leave the stable.
Missing the opportunity to go straight to a hotel, I grabbed my things from the backseat. Ace had been on my line hard all night like an obsessive ex. All of a sudden, he wants to dedicate my life to the twenty-four-seven grind, taking ‘no days off,’ literally. Ace was tripping. When I did this shit on my own, I reaped one-hundred percent of the benefits. Plus, I didn’t have to answer to anyone. But life without a certified P in your corner can be a bit much to handle. So, here I was. My stay was always temporary, but I allowed Ace to entice me with his powerful connections and material possessions. I became addicted to the finer way of living. However, it all came at a price. I overstayed my welcome, getting too comfortable.
“Where the fuck you think you’re going?” I jumped at the sound of Ace’s brash voice. I had a good bit of my things packed in various bags, but I had more. Ace walked in with Beck by his side. This hoe. I rolled my eyes. Beck had on Keisha’s white sequined jumpsuit with the extended sleeves and flared wrists. How low could she go? I would never be comfortable wearing the next bitch’s hand-me-downs.
Stuffing the last of my things into the bag. I replied, “What does it look like? I’m leaving,” zipping up the last suitcase.
“Oh, I see you have grown your audacity. Where were you all night? I didn’t see you one time during your shift at the club.”
I shrugged him off. “So what? It’s my day off.”
“Hoe, when I say you have to work, you will work! Fuck your off day!” he asserts. “Sweetheart, handle this.” Ace snaps his fingers, cueing Beck’s pale, moon-faced ass to charge at me.
I caught her hand just in time and pushed her away. Beck went stumbling back. “Bitch, back, back. This is your only warning. I’ll dog walk your ass like I did the last time. Pussy-hoe try me.”
“Fuck her up before I fuck you up! Ain’t no hoe of mines about to fear the next bitch.” Ace instigates from the side, lighting a J.
I looked at Ace crazily, wanting to burst into laughter. Beck was not regulating shit over here. The last time she stepped to me got her ass beat. I could have schooled her on the ways to be a breadwinner, but Beck was too busy trying to prove herself. I gave Beck the blues one good time, and she hasn’t fucked with me since. Ace has put the battery in her back. Now, she thinks she can fly and shit, or it may be the coke. Who knows? Beck turns beet red, and her hazel-tinted eyes change colors like he activated a chip. I whipped out my pocket knife, ready to buck-fifty me a bitch. Nothing was coming between me and getting out of here. I know how these whores like to tussle, so I wore my rumbling shoes just in case. Beck must have forgotten who she is fucking with, so I think this knife will have to make it abundantly clear. Bitch. Quit playing with me. I’m not the one or the two.
Beck stands to her feet, swinging at me. Then, in waltz, Keisha. She grabs a hand full of Beck’s crunchy blonde extensions, slamming Beck to the ground. Keisha gave her this look that Beck would not dare not cross her.
“What the fuck is this, Ace?!” Keisha says, pointing back at Beck with her thumb. “I knew you were fucking the bitch, but now you’re trying to replace me with a junky?” Keisha glared, rattling off question after question.
It’s no secret that Ace was clapping Beck’s rice cakes. He got her feeling herself like she’s driving the boat now. Times have changed, and this isn’t a damn slave ship. The fuck I look like taking orders from a hoe that can’t hold her own? I hate old pimp’s rhetoric. They believe white bitches are these docile kittens and make more money. All the while, we Black women are the most exotic thing on this damn planet. They can miss me with that bullshit. Beck was subpar at best. Hell, Chika and Gabriella brought in way more money than her, and they were Mexican. Yet, Beck is up for the best bottom of the year. That be that bullshit. There are levels to this, and Beck broke the chain of command.
“Your head ain’t been in the game, so I gotta do what’s best for my team,” Ace says to Keisha.
“Ace, what the fuck are you talking about? I run all your bitches, keep them booked and busy. You sit back and collect like a fat rat.”
“Ok? That’s your fucking job!” He screams. “You were letting these bitches slide on my orders like they don’t mean shit.” Ace looked my way. “When I say check a bitch, you’re supposed to check her!” He nudges Keisha out of the way. “I have replaced you,” he laughs in her face. “I need a lil’baby that’s gone listen to me and follow my instructions to the T.”
“Keisha, you stopped handling your duties with authority, trying to be a crowd-pleaser. These hoes are running wild like this is the land of the free or some shit. It’s time to get the stable in order,” he concludes. “This is the end of the road for you and me, beloved. You and that bitch.” Ace points at me, “Are a threat to my sheep; you’re dismissed.”
Dissatisfied with his response, Keisha nods. She hovered over Beck, who sat on the ground. Keisha grabs a fistful of her hair, pulling with a firm grip.
Beck winces in pain. “I’m sorry, Ke..ee..isha! You weren’t supposed to find out this way.”
“Hoe, be quiet. I made you, slut!” Keisha says, hawking a glob of spit in Beck’s face. Keisha turns her attention to Ace. “So, you think this bitch gone ride for you… the way I have all these years? Making sure you’re straight, ensuring the girls are straight, all while sticking to the code?” Keisha laughs, “Guess again. I’ve been telling you to get rid of this hoe for a while now. This bitch can’t even meet her quota, but you want her as your right hand? It all makes sense now. She’ll never be half the woman I am. You’ll see.”
Ace simply looked away from Keisha with nothing to say. Keisha cocked her arm back multiple times, jabbing Beck to the face. Beck’s arms flailed around, missing every punch she fired. Keisha’s blows connected. Each one she threw was more brutal than the one that precedes. MUP! MUP! MUP! Keisha quickly blackened Beck’s eye and bloodied her nose. She fell into a fetal position wailing about her ‘beautiful face.’
“Kilani, let’s go,” Keisha instructs me. “Women like us never stay where we are no longer welcomed.”
Ace didn’t put up a fuss. He just stood there. “Get your ass up,” he kicked Beck in her side with his Air Forces.
Hmmm. Beck groans.
He whispered, “You’re an embarrassment.”
Keisha and I grabbed our shit and dipped. From that point forward, living on the ranch will be a thing of the past. I was moving on to greener pastures.
Chapter 3
Cherish
Every day since I found out I was pregnant, I questioned if I should keep my unborn baby. Unsure of which route to take, the unsettling decision plagued me. I am in no place to care for a child, especially with the instability of Marcus and my relationship. Ultimately, I wanted to be married before bringing new life into this world. Being a baby momma is nothing I aspired to be.
“Do it ever cross your mind that you may be pregnant by Kendrik?”
“Why would that cross my mind? I know who my unborn child’s father is. I’m just none too excited about being pregnant.”
“Well, get the damn abortion then,” Rianca says.
I took a hard pause before responding. “Don’t get slapped today,” I threatened Rianca. “We’ve been through this already.”
“Well, don’t catch a fit with me because you have options. You haven’t known this dude that long, and you’re already pregnant.” She clenched her teeth, cutting her eyes in another direction. “And I don’t really think you’re over Kendrik, but that’s a different talk for a different day.”
“Shit happens, alright.”
My disdain for this conversation skyrocketed. How dare Rianca judge me? I’ve already gotten on my own ass about my poor choice decisions. Rianca’s unwanted opinion was unnecessary. There are no guarantees with Plan B’s. And word on the street, the Plan B pill has a weight requirement, and if you’re over, you’ll have to buy more doses. I’m unsure about that part. But I do know Kendrik is not the father of my child. Too afraid to get an abortion, so I kept the baby. Since Texas passed this new abortion bill, I can’t keep making appointments at these out-of-state abortion clinics just to cancel.
Sitting on the exam table was a little bittersweet. I never thought I would go through this without my child’s father to the right of me. Marcus has been missing in action for about a month now. Between battling morning sickness and contemplating abortion. I hadn’t had time to deliver the news. Shit, with Marcus, it was all good until it wasn’t. You just never know with him. I often wondered if what that chick said about him being married was true. It didn’t seem like it, but his latest disappearance has piqued my interest.
“Have you told him?”
Rianca asked me yet another question I was not trying to answer. “Not really. Look, I don’t feel like getting into all that right now.”
“Not really? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
I exhaled, “Ok! Stop! You’re about to piss me off.”
“Piss you off? How? I’m just trying to get down to the bottom of this clusterfuck.”
“Has it ever occurred to you I’m scared shitless? I’m still trying to process the thought of carrying a human life. Like damn! I asked you to be here for a little moral support, and you’re over here hounding me with all these damn questions. Bruh, chill!” I blew on Rianca.
“Dang, my bad. I didn’t think I was being intrusive, but whatever.” Rianca grabs her phone and starts scrolling with her pointer finger, avoiding eye contact with me.
Someone lightly taps on the door. “Saved by the bell,” I thought. The doctor peeked his head in before fully stepping through the door.
“Good afternoon, ladies,” his deep baritone voice greets us, along with a wide grin showcasing his pretty smile and deep-set dimples.
Damn, he’s fine. I smiled, showcasing all thirty-two teeth.
“Mrs. Washington?” The doctor shook my hand to greet me. “I’m Dr. Black. It’s a pleasure.”
“It’s Ms. Washington,” I smirk, batting my long eyelashes. “Oh, and a pleasure it is,” gripping his hand as we shook.
Dr. Black blushes and goes to shake Rianca’s hand. “Is this your life partner?”
Rianca places her phone in her lap. “Oh, God! No!”
I rolled my eyes her way. “I wouldn’t want to be tied to you, either,” I responded to Rianca.
“Oh no, ma’am, you’re stuck with me cause I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever,” I shrugged Rianca off.
She giggles, “I’m Cherish’s best friend and godmother to the unborn child.” Rianca sticks her tongue out at me when Dr. Black turns his back to walk towards the counter.
There were gloves nestled in a small glass container, and he grabbed a pair with his large pointer and middle fingers. My eyes casually followed his muscularly toned silhouette. Dr. Black’s scrubs fit snuggly, showing off every muscle in his back. By the way he stood, I could tell that he could do some thangs. He turns to face me, stretching the gloves over his large hands. Moist was an understatement. I eyeballed him from head to toe, hoping to spot a thick print. Those scrub pants were nice and fitted. I was never a fan of the infamous bald-head, but Dr. Black is one of the finest bald men I’ve seen up close and personal. That chestnut-colored milk dud shined bright like a diamond under the fluorescent lighting.
Dr. Black helped me lie back, placing his hands on my stomach. My toes curled from his touch.
“How are you feeling? Any pain or discomfort?” He asks, diverting my attention back to the reason I was in his office in the first place.
“No, not really, besides the severe morning sickness. No one told me it lasts all day.”
“The symptoms are more likely to occur in the morning. However, it is possible to have morning sickness all day,” Dr. Black explained.
“Dang Doc, but every day?”
He nodded and smiled. “Are you taking any prenatal vitamins?”
“No. I have a homegirl that’s pregnant currently, and hers look like the size of my pinky,” I exaggerated. “I’m not too fond of that.”
“Now, I know you’ve swallowed much bigger than that,” Rianca whispers under her breath.
I glared her way, and she looked away, very tickled. Dr. Black snickers, reading through my chart, so I know he heard her silly ass.
“No worries,” he winks at me. “Nowadays, there is a gummy for everything. I just need you to take your prenatals daily. It’s vital for the baby’s nourishment and development.”
Dr. Black didn’t know how beneficial he would be for my development and nourishment. I know sex should be the last thing on my mind, but it’s like the only thing I can think about outside of eating and sleeping.
He retrieves the ultrasound gel, squirting it on the lower part of my stomach. “Ooh, it’s cold,” I cooed.
“It’ll warm up soon,” he assures.
Dr. Black gazed at the monitor, gliding the probe around my lower abdomen. “Here’s the heartbeat.”
Swish-swish! Ba-boom-ba-boom! Swish-swish! Ba-boom-ba-boom!
“Girl, I know you ain’t crying!” Rianca blurts out.
“I am.” My voice cracks. “That’s my baby.”
At that moment, it clicked. I'm going to be a mother soon. I hadn’t seen my baby before today. So I knew I made the right choice not to get rid of it.
Dr. Black handed me some tissue. “Do you want to know the sex of the baby?”
“Wait. What? How far along am I?”
“Because of your irregular menstrual cycle, I could not pinpoint gestation based on your last period. However, looking at the size of the baby. You are a couple of days to a week shy of twenty weeks.”
“TWENTY WEEKS!” Rianca and I shouted.
I could faint. Like I knew I was pregnant but not pregnant-pregnant.
“Damn Cherish, you’re damn near out your second trimester!” Rianca says to Dr. Black. “Hold off on the sex of the baby.”
I looked up at Rianca. “Girl, what?”
“I wanna throw you a gender reveal,” Rianca smiled with wonder in her eyes. She was already plotting.
“We’re not doing all that extra shit,” I dismissed her.
“Exxtraa?!” Rianca laughs, “Cherish. You are extra.”
I turned my attention back to Dr. Black. “Don’t listen to her. I want to know.” I ignored Rianca’s request.
His eyes darted to me, and his right brow dips, “Are you sure?” Dr. Black paused.
“Positive.”
