Around the Way Girls 9 by Ms. Michel Moore Read Free Book Online Page A

breath. My contractions were coming left and right with no break, so I knew within seconds I would be back into the zone. “Okay, Doc,” I managed to whisper, gripping the bedrail, feeling the contraction about to hit strong. “Fuuuuuckkkk!” Thirty seconds later the pressure in my abdomen subsided, sending a stream of relief through my body. My life had changed.
    â€œCongratulations, Ms. Jenkins, it’s a girl!”
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    James
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    â€œDa, Da, Da, Da!”
    â€œDaddy, yup, that’s right, my boy!” Hearing my ten-month-old son coo, smile, giggle, and try to babble his first words, I continued to roll around on the floor, tossing him into the air. He was a spitting image of my wife with dark brown hair and big hazel eyes. Even the way his lips curled at the sides mimicked Beth’s. I didn’t know if she seriously prayed for J.T. not to resemble me but one thing was for sure: the Schultz once-dominant genes of blond hair and blue eyes didn’t get passed down to my offspring. Locked in the nursery, I was trying hard to enjoy the subtle calm before the storm. Through the wooden door, all the way down a flight of stairs, I could hear my wife having a phone conversation with my mother. Well I see my day is getting ready to be ruined. I should sneak out for a fake business meeting to my new little call girl’s spot. It would sure beat the verbal tag-team attack I was up for.
    Ever since the drunken night of me mistakenly spilling the beans about Shawntay’s pregnancy, Beth was like a madwoman trying to secure her position while controlling my desires. With Sally helping her lead the coalition of angry white wives, I was in a double hell with the two most important women in my life hating me. Since Beth made it brutally clear Shawntay had to be cut off, I didn’t go against her wishes knowing black pussy could be replaced. She’d even found a more-than-wealthy investor to take the company we branded to astronomical heights. But even for that business relationship something had to be sacrificed. My entire life could crumble if Beth exposed our family secret so I took her threats to heart. After getting my mother Sally involved, not only did I hear a verbal thrashing about being just like my dead father, God rest his soul, but how she would now be the dictator with my matters concerning Shawntay. My mother’s hand wasn’t gentle like a saint so I knew turmoil would soon come.
    Hearing Beth tap on the other side of the door, I didn’t want to answer because I knew drama lingered on the other side. The triple mixture of her hormones, postpartum depression, and the fact that I had a baby during our marriage had her coming at me with fury each time we interacted.
    â€œAnswer this door, James. I know you hear me.” She knocked harder. “Your mother is on the phone. It’s important.”
    â€œAll right, all right!” Putting my son into his crib, I hesitated but slowly walked to the door, swinging it open for Beth to come in.
    â€œSpeaking of the devil.” I took the phone from Beth’s hand as she rolled her eyes, walking off. What’s her beef now? “I was just thinking of you, Mother.” Continuing to watch Beth move through the nursery gathering what seemed to be for J.T.’s bath time, I sat down in his rocking chair rubbing my piercing temples. She and I didn’t have the best relationship because I reminded her so much of my father. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t please her, so I’d given up many years ago.
    â€œYou should’ve been busy thinking about how to clean up the mess you’ve created with this ratchet-looking disgrace of a woman you risked everything for,” Sally spat out. “I’ve had more than enough of my share of turmoil to clean up in dealing with your penis-slinging father, God rest his soul.” My mother walked a fine line when it came to loving and hating my