Consequences by Sasha Campbell Read Free Book Online

“Probably because she tried slipping me her phone number and I turned her skinny ass down.”
    I didn’t know what to make of what he said. Part of me really wanted to believe it was just a jealous chick hating on my happiness, but deep down I knew it was more than that. “Listen, Don, I don’t know what the hell is going on with you and I’m trying to be patient, but that’s my baby sleeping down the hall, and I’ll be damned before I let anything happen to another one of my kids.”
    His eyes widened, letting me know that he knew what, or in this case, whom I was referring to. “You think I don’t know that,” he stressed. “I can’t believe you gonna sit up here and think I would do anything to harm my son.” He had the nerve to try and look like his feelings were hurt, but I wasn’t bullshitting. There was no way I would allow anything to happen to Aiden.
    â€œThat might be the case,” I snarled with attitude. “But until things get better with you, the only person who’ll be taking Aiden to and from daycare will be me.”
    Donovan turned his dark eyes to me and gave me an evil look, but must have seen the fear in mine and backed down. I just wasn’t about to take that chance and allow anything to happen to my only child.
    As I took a seat on the bed, my mind flashed back to when I had first opened my bookstore. I had just finished working a double shift and was in the backyard lying on a recliner while my daughter, Mimi, played with her toys. I had dozed off and apparently the gate hadn’t been properly secured. Mimi had only been two years old when she had run out into the street and was hit by a car. Losing her had ripped a hole in my heart and my marriage that had taken years to repair. Just thinking about that time in my life caused my hands to shake. I’m sorry, but there was no way I could ever endure that pain again.
    Donovan came around to the side of the bed, took a seat beside me, and studied my face, probably still trying to figure out if I was serious. Did I stutter? Hell yeah, I was serious.
    He hesitated, then said, “Nikki, I’m really sorry. I didn’t sleep good last night. I went to the gym this morning and then tried to watch a little television and the eyelids got heavy. Like I said, I didn’t plan on oversleeping . . . it just happened. I’m sorry, baby, really I am.” Donovan grabbed me and pulled me close, and I felt my cold attitude starting to thaw. I desperately wanted to believe him. “Trust me, baby. It won’t ever happen again.”
    I was starting to feel bad for doubting him. Easing back slightly, I gave him a weak smile. “I know it won’t.”
    Then he French-kissed me and I wrapped my arms tightly around him and prayed that for once he was right.

6
    Trinette
    â€œHey, Netta, baby. For some reason . . . your breasts seem bigger.”
    I jerked upright on the bed and gazed at my husband lying beside me. His eyes were paying way too much attention to my 44DDs. “Leon, puh-leeze. That’s from you sucking on my damn titties so much,” I spat, then hurried into the adjoining bathroom and shut the door behind me. Thank goodness I was a quick thinker.
    I moved over to the mirror and gazed at my naked body. He was right. My breasts were rounder and fuller. Damn! The last thing I wanted was for him to start noticing my body changing, especially since I was scheduled to have an abortion the following Monday.
    Ever since the nurse called and dropped the Mac bomb on my life, I have been losing my mind while trying to figure out how the hell I had gotten myself into this mess. Having a baby was the last thing in the world I ever wanted. So why? I asked. Why me? Especially since I was sleeping with two different men. Hell, sometimes in the same night. So there was no way to know whose baby I was carrying until after I gave birth and trust me, that