Page 43 of Maybe I’m the Problem

“She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you. I haven’t spent much time with her because my baby mama is a pain in the ass.”

“I’ll help you as much as I can.” She slipped her hand in my shorts and gripped my dick.

“Serenity, I can’t do this with my daughter in the house. The shit feels weird as fuck.”

“I respect that. A man like you needs some head though. You need a woman to treat you right. I can be that for you.”

“Serenity, I can’t be in a relationship right now. I’m not good for nobody right now.”

“We can work on that together. I’m not any good either and that’s why we mesh well.”

“You fucked a nigga named Law?”

“A few times but he too stuck on his girl.”

“Hmph.”

“What was that for? We ain’t kicked it in over a year. That was my first time seeing him at the hospital the other day since he left my ass alone.”

“You still feeling him?”

“Hell nah! Law is an asshole and everyone know he not leaving his bitch for nobody.”

“So, what you want with a nigga like me? I ain’t no good. I’ve fucked you and a few more bitches from the job.”

“For one, we got a lot in common. I think we both can teach each other how to love. Don’t think you been the only nigga I’ve been with. I picked you because I like the way you make me feel. The doctors are either married, gay, or don’t know how to work their tool.”

“I come with baggage though.”

“Me too. We’ll get it right.” She kissed me repeatedly until she was dropping to her knees and filling her mouth.

30. LAW

Two weeks passed and Summer was doing excellent. Our relationship was doing great and I was finally to the point I could leave from the hospital for hours at a time without her questioning me. For a week, her blood pressure has been good and she was able to stop contracting. As bad as she wanted to go home, they weren’t hearing it.

“You need anything else before I leave?” I rubbed the coconut oil over her feet and slipped her socks on.

“No, just please be back to bring me something to eat. They having meatloaf tonight and I don’t want that shit.”

“Text me and let me know what your fat ass wants to eat, and it needs to be healthy.”

“So, I can’t have no fried chicken?”

“Nope! Nothing to bring your blood pressure up. Matter of fact, I’ll bring you what I want you to have because I’ve been letting you get away with a lot of sorry ass eating and you put on ten pounds in two weeks.”

“What you saying?”

“I’m not calling you fat.”

“But nigga you did call me fat.”

“You know I’m not talking about like that, Summer. The more I let you eat gummy bears and fatty foods, the more I’m contributing to your situation. I need you and my baby. That’s all I’m saying.”

She smiled and motioned for me to come closer. “I love you.” She placed a soft kiss on my lips.

“I love you more. I’ll be back in a few hours. Call me if you need me.”