Oop: Chapter 15

The panda had become a staple of Behati's room. It sat at the top of her crib with a few other stuffed animals like it was watching over her. Little did she know someone was watching over her. Her biological father Jon stared at the monitor. His daughter was sleeping peacefully. It had been two weeks since Coen delivered the gift and in those two weeks, he got to be part of his daughter's life.

He spoke on the phone with Coen, "She gorgeous. I can't wait to hold her."

"She is every bit of the both of you."

"I am buying a flat in London."

"London?"

"Yes. Kendra once told me if she had to live in Europe, she wanted to live in London."

Coen nodded, "Then London it is."

"I must get to work. I also have a few appointments. I love you."

"I love you, too."

****

Ashlyn's mother babysat Simone. And Kendra trusted Carly to babysit for a few hours. Both women had doctor's appointments and planned to meet up for lunch. Kendra was already seated at the table. She ordered herself a sweet tea and a frozen daiquiri with a floater for Ashlyn.

She saw her friend walking up to the outside patio. Kendra waved to get her attention. Ashlyn smiled and made her way to the screened door, opened it, and stepped onto the patio. The ceiling fans provided a nice breeze for the scorching hot day.

Kendra stood to hug Ashlyn. "Um, you smell so good," Kendra said.

Ashlyn smiled, "You too, babe. And you're looking especially delicious."

Kendra blushed. Her breasts looked nice as they sat up high in the dress she wore. Her shape had returned and her hair was even longer and shinier.

"How was your appointment," Ashlyn asked Kendra.

She hesitated, "It went well. I'm cleared to have sex again."

Ashlyn, "Like you haven't been already."

Kendra blushed, "I mean—"

"Don't be embarrassed. Chima and I didn't wait the full six weeks. I just knew I was going to have back-to-back babies. His pull-out game is not as good as he thinks."

Kendra looked at the menu. "I think I'm getting these shrimp tacos."

"Yes. Those are so good. Hey—"

Kendra looked up, "Yes."

"I know we put the business on hold until Behati is at least four months but would you consider just helping me with making orders for weekends only?"

Kendra nodded, "Yeah. I can do that."

"Great," she replied before sipping her drink, "Um, that's so good. Aren't you drinking?"

"No. not yet."

Ashlyn took another slurp of her frozen drink. Kendra looked up into her pretty blue eyes. "So, what did the doctor say?" she asked Ashlyn with concern.

She sighed deeply, "I have to have the surgery. I'm having it in August. He says, I can't wait any longer."

Kendra nodded. She reached for her friend's hand, "Everything will be fine. I'll be there."

"I know you will. So what's this I hear about a big family trip to the Bahamas?"

Kendra chuckled, "Yes, Carly has planned it all out. It's for Mark's birthday. She's been working with my mother. We are all going to the Bahamas in July."

Ashlyn took a deep breath, "I cannot wait. I've been looking forward to a nice vacation. This will be fun!"

Kendra nodded, "Yes. I should have Behati's passport by the end of this month. I am excited to have some time away."

****

Weeks. It had been weeks. Phone calls weren't returned and text messages with short replies. She broke a glass on the kitchen floor. She called again. This time, she heard his sexy bass on the other end, "Jamal, what the fu—"

"I'm getting ready to get on a flight."

"Jamal. I haven't heard from you in weeks," she stated impatiently.

He sighed. His job kept him on the move. This was an issue from before. She would complain about wanting more time instead of being happy with the time he could provide, "Look, Charlene. What do you want from me? I have a wife, a baby due in soon, and my job keeps me on the road."

She sniffled, "I thought you were trying to move back to Tampa."

"Look, I'm getting on the plane. I'll call you when I get to Japan."

"Okay."

The call ended. Her head was in a daze. She couldn't think of anything but Jamal. She was hooked on him and couldn't shake the feeling. She trembled, "Oh my God," she bawled. Suddenly, she felt ill. She ran to the bathroom and threw up.

After puking until she dry heaved, she finally rose to her feet. She eased over to the sink and rinsed out her mouth. She touched her belly. It was such a bittersweet moment. The test she took two days ago confirmed that she was pregnant and from that moment, she was fighting with her symptoms.

"He's going to choose me when he finds out. I know he will." She smiled and nodded.

****

They decided to go to Kendra's place for a quickie. The baby was at Mark's with his kids. And Simone was at the house with Ashlyn's mother. They were in Kendra's bed in sixty-nine. Kendra sat on Ashlyn's face as she leaned over to taste her sweet wet center.

She French kissed her opening slowly savoring every drop of nectar. She rubbed, fingered, and later sucked her swollen button until Ashlyn's body trembled.

She rolled off and went lay next to her friend. They stared into each other's eyes before kissing slowly. They hated that it had to end so quickly but motherhood duties awaited them both.

*****

After a long day at work, Chima submerged himself in a warm bath. It wasn't often that he soaked in a tub of water but at least twice a month, he liked to sit in the bathtub. And just like clockwork, the sexy text messages commenced.

His rod pointed to the ceiling. The messages were getting kinkier. She asked him to send a picture. He snapped and sent it right away. She replied, "Yum, I want it in my mouth."

He grinned. The bathroom door opened and Ashlyn eyed him, "What are you doing?" she asked.

He placed his phone down quickly, "Um just checking some emails and stuff."

She shook her head, "Emails and stuff. Is that why your cock is rock hard?"

He sighed, "Okay. You got me. Weeks ago, Kendra started playing this little game with me. At first, I thought it was you or you put her up to it. I've just been going along."

"Game?"

He handed her his cell phone. She read through some of the messages. She smirked, "This is cute. I haven't gotten any sexy messages and we fucked earlier today."

Chima's head tilted, "Are you jealous?"

She shook her head, "No. because my love, she sat on the side of the tub, placed her hand inside, scooped up some water, and flicked it at him, "I fucked her first."

He chuckled, "I see. So, you don't mind?"

"Of course not. I love Kendra just as much as you do."

He nodded. She climbed into the tub. He watched as the gown she wore became drenched. Her pink nipples showed through the wet white cloth. He nibbled on one and then the other as she sat on his erection cock and humped to her delight.

"My god, babe, I love you."

"I love yo too Chima, shit."

*****

It was a nice day. Kendra ended it by lying in Mark's bed. He hovered over her. His cock was deep inside. She pulled him closer and threw up her hips, "Ahhh, Mark, babe, shit. I'm cumming."

"I can feel you."

"You like when I cum all over your dick?"

"I love it."

"I wanna cum in your pussy."

"And if I get pregnant?"

"I'll take care of you and my baby."

"I want to be married."

He paused and looked into her eyes. His divorce wasn't final yet. They were still arguing over assets. Yet he could see himself with Kendra. "I'll marry you."

She smiled. He stroked some more. She grabbed his face, "I'm serious."

He nodded, "Me too, argh, fuck," he groaned as he unloaded.

****

Mornings were sweet. He saw her precious face and heard her voice. He'd even speak to her on occasion when he was certain no one would hear. It was his only connection to Behati. His cell phone sounded. He answered, "Hello."

Her voice sounded, "Jon. We need to talk."

"Sara."

"Don't sound so happy to hear from me," she replied smugly.

Coen sat across from him with his arms folded. They were in the new flat Jon secured for their family. He rolled his eyes before marching to the kitchen to make some tea. Jon put her on speaker phone, "It's not that, Sara. I'm here with someone."

"Let me guess. Your little pretty boy. You always liked fucking him more than you did me."

"And you always liked fucking other women more than you did me."

She huffed, "I didn't call to argue. I heard you moved. The old place was cleaned out. That wasn't the plan."

He sighed, "I got a legitimate job. I have a family to consider, now."

"What does that mean?"

"Look—"

"Fuck you, Jon! You won't fuck me. I can tell them everything. I didn't act alone."

"You most certainly did act alone."

"You didn't have an issue helping me spend that money. How dare you act all holier than thou. You're no fucking saint."

"I can't do this with you. Please don't call me ever again."

Coen walked up to him and handed him a cup of tea. "You did the right thing."

Jon nodded.

*****

Charlene didn't have the energy to deal with much of anything. She asked Mark to keep the kids for the entire summer. He gladly accepted the offer. She packed her bags one day and took a flight out to Atlanta.

This would be the boldest move she would ever make. Her heart raced as she drove the rental car to the address she knew to be his through a mutual acquaintance. She parked on the street and walked up to his house. Before she could make it to the door, he was already walking toward her.

"Yo, yo, Charlene, what the fuck?"

She halted in front of him with tears in her eyes, "I haven't heard from you. I had to come."

"You can't be here. My wife just had a baby. She's in there breastfeeding my son as we speak."

"And what about me?"

He rubbed his chin. He huffed, "God, why do you do this? We were having fun. We both were. We both said shit in the heat of the moment—"

"So, what? I was just a good fuck? Is that it?"

"You know you and I had a good time. I gave you exactly what you gave me. How do you think I'm going to uproot my family and move to Tampa? My wife's family is here and most of mine is too. You know Tampa was just a temp thing until I started my label."

She shook her head in despair, "I feel so fucking stupid."

The main door opened and his wife's voice sounded, "Jamal, who is that woman?"

"She is just an artist. I'm trying to work out some things. Go back in the house."

"An artist?"

He grumbled, "If you make a scene here I swear—"

"You gone hit me. Beat me in front of your wife?"

He scoffed, "I don't put my hands on no woman. But my sister is inside though. And she be buggin' and thuggin'."

"And you'd let her hit me as I carry your child?"

His eyes widened, "What?"

"Yes, mother fucker. I'm pregnant."

"Get an abortion."

Her jaw hit the ground, "An abortion? I will fucking not!"

"Then do whatever the fuck you want. I don't fucking care."

"You would do me like this?"

"Look, me and you ain't good together. I got my wife who balances me out. Just because you and I enjoy fucking doesn't mean we would be good in a relationship. Now, I come through Tampa once every three months or so. I'll help you with this situation."

"That's all I get? A fuck every three to four months and a few thousand dollars a month to care for our child."

He nodded, "How do I even know you're pregnant or If that baby is mine? My suggestion is for you to cozy up to that pretty boy and convince him to take you back. Tell him the baby is his."

She shook her head, "You are a fucking joke. You can kiss my ass. I don't want your fucking money or your sorry ass dick." She marched off, the headlights flickered, she opened the car door, and dropped in. The motor sounded; then she sped off.

He shrugged and went back inside.

*****

She told her lawyer that she wanted to talk about other details concerning the fraud that took place in several countries with accomplices. That morning, she was supposed to meet with her lawyer, but the guards found her in her cell with her wrists slit.

It was all over the news that The Temptest had committed suicide. All those years of swindling older couples out of their savings. Getting them to sell their properties and transfer the money into her accounts. She was now gone.

When Jon saw the news, he gulped, "This isn't like her. Why would she?"

Coen comforted him, "She knew she could never have you. Let's do our best to move on."

Jon fell into Coen's arms. Coen was right. That chapter of his life was gone. The fresh start in London was a great first step. All he had to do was wait on Kendra and the baby.