Yasmin's Baby isn't Mario's

Wednesday, I woke up feeling ragged. I had the job at Enrique’s place. I took a few deep breaths and meditated. I had spent the past two nights trying to push Yasmin’s negative words out of my head, “I hate you! I hate you!”

There was no way I was letting my son spend time in that woman’s presence. I would seriously drop kick that bitch if she hurt my child. I shook my head and headed to the shower.

I missed my husband. I needed a hug. His hugs always made me feel better. I was horny too. I needed to feel him inside of me. I wasn’t going to have any more slip-ups with Mario, I was married and vowed to be faithful.

I had my rose in the shower. It hummed. I placed it inside and let it massage my walls. The suction cup hummed on my clit. In less than thirty seconds I was gasping holding myself up in the shower. “Shit!”

That thing was savage. No man had ever made me cum that fast. Yet, I still preferred human dick over vibrators and dildos. It was something about being held by a man, a man's scent, and hearing a man’s bass in my ear while he uttered nasty shit that I adored in the ritual. I needed my husband back asap.

I got myself together and headed to Enrique’s place. When I arrived he greeted me with a huge smile, “I made coffee.”

I walked in with some stuff. He took it from my hands and carried it to the nursery, “How are you, Senora?”

“Good.”

He turned to look at me, “You don’t look good.”

I made a face.

“No, I mean, you look like, what’s the word—”

“Stressed, annoyed?” I laughed.

“I’ll go get that coffee.”

I shook my head and giggled. I knew what he meant. I was still carrying around those hateful words. I had to let it go. I took a deep breath in and said, “let that shit go Lelani.” I nodded and got to work.

I painted the walls with my signature art, a scene of flowers, big fluffy clouds, trees, one giant oak with a swing, and a little girl sitting with a father giving her a push. Changing table and crib on one wall, the closet with shelves organized with labels. He stepped inside and nearly cried.

The realization of fatherhood was upon him. He was happy and emotional. This was it. A place for him to be a father to his daughter. He was ready. He hugged me. When he paused and looked into my eyes, I stepped back, “what’s this?”

He shrugged, “Sorry, I got carried away.”

I nodded, “be careful. I’m a married woman. And you still have feelings for your baby’s mother.”

He nodded, "But she was playing games. One minute she acts like she’s coming back, the next, she leaves and returns to him."

I squinted, “So, you’ve seen her recently?”

“Yeah, she was just here Monday. We had a good time.”

I nudged him, “Good time, huh?”

He chuckled, “Yeah. She's already pregnant so.”

I understood exactly what he meant. I suddenly had to pee, “I need to use your bathroom.”

He told me how to find it. I handled my business, as I washed my hands, I noticed an apple watch that looked like mine on his sink. I lifted it, this is strange, I thought. What were the odds of him owning an apple watch like mine? It was the pink straps for me.

My mind started putting the pieces together. My head hurt at what I came up with, “No, no, no,” I repeated. I heard a knock on the door.

“Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah,” I said as I opened the door holding the watch, “I found this, is this yours?” I asked.

He smiled, “It’s for my baby’s mother Yasmin.”

My head almost exploded. My heart thudded against my chest. My face must have lost three shades. He reached for me, “Wooh, steady,” he said helping me keep my balance.

“I have to go find some food. I’m super lightheaded.”

“Let me cook you something.”

“No, no, don’t go through any trouble. I can stop before I head back to the office.”

“Nonsense, I’ve already started to cook. She’ll be here any minute. I want you to meet her.”

I gulped. I followed him to the dining area.

Sitting there waiting for Yasmin to arrive was like waiting on a bomb to explode. So many emotions ran through me. I wanted to fight her. She lied to get back with Mario knowing the baby might not be his. Her actions ended my relationship with Mario.

Curiosity got the better of me. How was Enrique so sure the baby Yasmin was carrying was his? “So, you suspect the baby is yours…what if it’s not?”

With all certainty, he replied, “Yasmin has told everyone that her baby is due at the end of February, which would line up with the time she started messing around with Mario again after she broke up with me. The baby is actually due any day now, which lines up with the time we were together. She only started seeing Mario again because she knew her parents wanted her with him.” He sighed, “I guess I’m a little too dark for them.”

“That’s fucked up, but honestly, there’s still a chance it could be his.”

He shook his head, “I doubt it.”

The doorbell sounded. He went to answer. I heard him speaking in Spanish, “I found your watch.”

“I asked you where it was Tuesday?”

“My friend found it today in the guest bathroom.”

“Friend?”

“Yes, she’s here. She did the baby’s room.”

When I tell you this chick almost had that kid on the dining area floor when she saw me. Her face cracked, and she held her belly.

“This is Lelani, my new friend.”

I waved, “Hola, Yasmin.”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, “I’m leaving.”

“Wait? Do you two know each other?”

I nodded, “It appears that we could have the same baby daddy, but if you say the baby she’s carrying is yours…then—”

“Shut the fuck up, this baby is Mario’s. And don’t get any stupid ideas in your head about running your mouth to him.”

“You got one more time to talk to me out of the side of your neck.” I glared at her. She kept her mouth shut and left.

I eyed Enrique. He left out a puff of air, “This is awkward.”

“Ya think.” I made way for the door, he stopped me.

“I swear, I didn’t plan any of this. I barely even know him. Only that she left me for him.”

I sighed, “My advice to you is to let that chick go. If the baby turns out to be yours, focus on your child.” As I left his condo, I saw Yasmin in the driver’s seat breathing heavily. I rushed over to see what was wrong, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said as she tried to start the car.

I recognized she was in labor. My mother was a midwife and I could remember her delivering babies when I was a little girl. “You’re in labor.”

“No. I’m not. I still have three weeks.”

“Well, that baby says, no you don’t. Let me take you to the hospital.”

Enquire came out and saw us arguing. He took her out of the car. Her pants were wet. He put her in the back of his SUV. I got in the passenger side and he drove. I called Mario. She screamed at me not to, but I had to inform him that we were en route to the hospital.

He didn’t understand how or why I was with Yasmin. I reiterated to him, “It’s not important. Just get to the hospital."

I was in the waiting area when he arrived with his family. He saw me with Enrique, “What the fuck is this dude doing here?”

“I’ll explain later. You need to go check on Yasmin.”

He eyed Enrique before walking off. Enrique wasn’t happy. Yasmin didn’t want him in the room. He waited. He paced. I did my best to calm him down. Mario’s family wanted a word with me.

They asked about Enrique. I told them that I was at his house doing a nursery when Yasmin arrived to retrieve her watch and I left it at that. Yet I could see the wheels spinning in their minds.

An hour later, Mario returned angrily, he rushed over to Enrique, but his father got between them, “No, son, this is not the time or place,” he said in Spanish.

He looked at me, “Did you know about this?”

“No, of course not. I’m just as shocked as you are.”

He left the hospital. “Where are you going?” I asked, but he kept walking.

The doctor came out, “She’s asking to see you.”

Enrique stepped up, but the doctor shook his head, “No, her,” he pointed at me.

“Me?”

He nodded. I went to her room slowly. I saw the baby girl in the bassinet. Her dark skin, and short curly hair. It was clear. Enrique was right. “She’s beautiful,” I said looking at the little angel all wrapped in a blanket.

I looked at Yasmin. Her face was distraught. The nurse whispered to me, “We’re trying to get her to feed the baby.”

I nodded. I lifted the baby and walked over to the bed, “She needs to eat Yasmin.”

She didn’t budge. No eye contact. Stared at the wall in front.

“What’s her name?” I asked. Again, nothing. “Come on Yasmin,” I said as I tried to hand her the baby.

“I don’t want it!” she screamed in Spanish. “Get it away from me!”

My heart ached. “This is your baby. Don’t be like this.”

“If you want it, you take it. You feed it because I don’t want it. Now take it away from me.”

I handed the baby to the nurse, “The biological father is here. You can test him. I’m sure he won’t mind taking the baby.”

The nurse nodded and took the baby away. I turned and looked at Yasmin, “One day you’re going to regret this.”

I saw the doctor speaking with Enrique and walking off. I saw Mario’s parents standing confused. I explained to them what happened. They were devastated. I stayed a little while to make sure everything was okay with Enrique and the baby.

When he returned his face glowed, “She’s mine. I’m going to name her Eliza after my mother that died.”

I smiled, “That’s pretty. I’m so sorry about all of this.”

“No. It’s okay. I’m going to focus on my child. I have some paperwork to do.”

I hugged him and left.

Night had arrived. I was spun. I made a three-way call to Bethany and Jade to explain what happened. That was a conversation I didn’t want to have twice. After an hour of talking, I took a nap. I couldn’t help but worry about Mario. The deception, the hurt, the disappointment.

Surprisingly I received a call from him asking me to meet him at the beach where used to hang out. I went to find him. Upon arrival, I found him in his truck with an open bottle of vodka.

I sat quietly and looked out at the water. I turned and look at his face. He had the bottle to his mouth. I took it from him, “this has the potential for everything bad. I know you’re hurting—”

“I’m not hurt. I’m pissed the fuck off, Lelani.”

“Okay, you’re pissed—”

“And you should be too. She took everything away from us with this lie.”

That part hurt. Yet, I couldn’t put all the blame on her, “It doesn’t matter. We have to focus on our son. You have to focus on getting past this.”

“Past this, no, fuck that,” he reached for me. His lips pressed against mine. He tasted my tongue. I was lost in the moment as our tongues danced and our hearts raced. “I just want to taste you mami, please, just this one last time. I need to feel you,." He looked into my eyes, “please,” his mouth was on my nipple.

“Fuck,” I said.

He reached over and slid my seat as far back as it could go, then laid the seat back. He was down between my legs pulling off my pants. His tongue on my clit. I felt his fingers in my pussy. “Oh fuck, fuck, Mario, fuck,” I moaned.

“I feel you mami, yes, cum on my fingers.”

“Fuck,” I said reaching for his hand, “stop.”

“My fingers are already in your pussy, mami.”

“I know. Just stop. We can’t.”

He nodded. He went back to his seat. He wiped his mouth and sighed. We both stared at the water. We looked at each other. “What are we going to do?” he asked.

I shrugged.