4 months later

Erin

"Beautiful! Give me another pose." I snapped a few shots of my client

"Alright, give me the camera." Dedra came and stood beside me

"Dee, I haven't even been standing that long." I continued focusing on my camera

"Unh-unh. Chris said you don't need to be standing too long. Now hand over the camera." She held her hand out

"Chris ain't here right now." I snapped some more pictures

"Yes he is. Now go sit down." I heard Chris' voice

Dedra showed me the phone in her hand, Chris was on FaceTime.

"He called."

"Ughh." I handed her the camera and took the phone, going to my office

"Why you being hardheaded?" Chris asked

"I wanna' work Chris." I pouted

"And you are."

"Yeah for 30 minutes each client. Some shoots require more attention."

"And that's where Dedra comes in."

I'm now 8 months pregnant and he thinks I'm handicapped. My doctor said to prevent swelling in my feet, try to stay off them as much as possible.
Chris heard that and has literally been timing me everyday.

"Ughh!" I hung up on him

*

"I'm sorry." I moaned

"You gone hang up on me again?" He held legs by my ankles as he gave me slow, deep strokes

"Unh-unh" was all I could get out as I felt the pressure of my orgasm approaching

"Lemme' hear you say it" Chris bit his lip as he watched himself slide in and out of me

"I'm not-I'm not gone hang up again." I exhaled while gripping the sheets

"Good girl." He let my legs rest on his shoulders "Now cum fa' daddy."

"Mmh!" On instinct my body shivered and I came all on him. Shortly after, I heard him sharply inhale as he released in me.

"Damn baby." He steadied his breathing as he pulled out and laid beside me

I chuckled and pulled his face to mine, sharing a deep kiss.

He smiled at me after we pulled away "Now, how was yo' day?"

"It was nice. Your daughter was gentle with me today." I joked, rubbing my belly "How was your day?"

"It was good. Mario brought the baby to the shop. I got some pictures of lil man. Wanna see?"

"Yeah..." I said quietly

I haven't spoken to Mel, my parents, or my auntie/ new found mother Naomi in 4 months. I have no reason to. The fact that they'd all keep something that important from me for so long shows they don't give a damn about me, so I've completely cut them off.
It's still all love on my end, but I just rather not deal with them anymore.

Chris pulled out his phone showing me pictures of the baby.

"She made him a Jr." he said as he swiped through the pictures

(pictured: Mario and Mel's son/ Mario Jr.)

"He's so precious."

"Yeah. You should see him in person." He sat his phone back on the nightstand

I pursed my lips at him "Now you know that's not happening."

"Mario said Mel really misses you baby."

"I miss her too, but just because you miss someone doesn't mean go back to them. She hurt me Chris, they all did."

"I know, but-"

"No. No ifs, ands, or buts about it." I put my robe on, going into the bathroom

*

"Hey baby, do I put the barbecue sauce on them now?" Chris asked from the kitchen

"No, let them cook a little longer." I instructed from the couch, rubbing my feet on Knox's back as he laid on the floor

Chris has been cooking most of our meals lately and he's doing a good job. Tonight we're having barbecue chicken, spinach, Mac and cheese, and homemade rolls.
Yes I said homemade.

"Mm, barefoot and pregnant looks good on you." He walked into the living room

I blushed, shaking my head. "Get a good look because after we have Masiyah we waiting 5 years for the next one."

"Nah shordy, we gotta' pop them out back to back if we gone reach our goal of 10 kids."

"See that's where you wrong because we not gone be popping out anything, I'm the one who has to push them out. And we not having 10 nothing. I agreed to 4 kids."

"I thought we said 5?" He questioned as my phone rang

"Knox counts as the 5th kid." I said before answering the unsaved number "Hello?"

Chris began rubbing my belly which made our daughter, Masiyah, kick up a storm.

"Hi, is the Erin Daniels?"

"Yes, may I ask who's calling?" I rubbed Chris' short curls as he kissed on my belly

"I'm with the Atlanta fire department. Your building was set on fire. Could you come down here and answer a few questions for us?"

My jaw slightly dropped from shock "Uh yeah, yeah. I'm on my way."

I hung up the phone in complete disbelief. I'm pretty sure London did this shit since they never convicted her for breaking in our house months ago.

*

Ruined.
My building is completely ruined, everything I've worked so hard for literally went up in fucking smoke. Seeing the damage to my photography studio has me boiling right now.
Something needs to be done about London.

"You hungry?" Chris asked as we entered the house

"No." I dryly replied, taking my shoes off at the front door

"Go upstairs and I'll bring you something."

"I said I'm not hungry!" I shouted in frustration, rubbing my temples

Chris looked at me like he wanted to yell back but instead said "Come hea'." He engulfed me in a hug

"I'm sorry for yellin'. I just-I-" I broke down crying in his arms

He held me tighter, pecking my forehead. "I know baby, I know."

London worrisome

-Carlisha ❤️