Page 57 of Maybe I’m the Problem

Pain started to consume my whole body. Gripping the side of the bed, I eased into the bed and she helped me. She opened her bag and pulled out a candle and some more shit. She cut off everything that made noise or distracted her.

“Where is your child’s father?”

“I don’t know.”

“I need to see him, too. If he comes back after I leave, tell him to please come and see me before the end of the week.”

“Why do you do such terrible things to people?”

“My work is not intended to hurt but only to heal or help. Even we sometimes misjudge someone’s character, but I am here to make it right with you. I never knew you were pregnant until I was meditating and your name and face came into my vision. She mentioned you and sickness but not pregnancy. I need silence for at least fifteen minutes. Could you call the nurse’s and tell them to give you a few moments without interruptions?”

“Why should I trust you?”

“I’m in debt to make this right for the baby. I’ve been doing this since I was a young girl, and I’ve never killed anyone. I don’t use my magic that way.”

I picked up the phone and called the nurse’s station. As she began to do her work, I made sure I kept my finger on the button for the nurse. My baby started moving around in my stomach more than she had done in the last two weeks. I thought it was because she was running out of room but now, I believed what this woman was saying, my baby was dying.

“She’s perfect. She will still come early, but she’ll be as healthy as a full-term baby.”

“What’s your name?”

“Anja.”

“Thank you for making it right.”

She bowed and kissed my hand. “Please have the father contact me. Blessings to you and your daughter.”

40. LAW

The rain was coming down so hard that I was scared to get out of my car. I shouldn’t have even been my ass here but I was and I was curious to know what tonight was going to hold. Summer was holding on to the baby and we only had seven weeks left before they decided to either let her go into labor or induce.

The light from the garage door caught my attention and then a text came through my phone telling me to park my car in the garage so I wouldn’t get wet. I told myself that I wasn’t going to do this but my needs weren’t being met by Summer because of her condition. It wasn’t a good thing but I came back to the person that could satisfy them without opening her mouth about it.

This was my second time coming over this week, and tonight was going to be my last. After I got what I needed from her, I would be able to hold off and wait for Summer to give birth. LJ had completely stopped fucking with me when I told him I was sleeping with Pinkie again. He tried to talk me out of it but he was getting his needs taken care of by his baby mama. My girl was always sick. So, I had a decision to make.

“I’m glad you decided to come when it was raining. I hate thunderstorms,” Pinkie stated.

This muthafucka knew just how to work her magic. Before I could get in the house, my dick was hard from what she was wearing. She had this long ass pink and blonde hair flowing down to the top of her ass. The lingerie she was wore was barely covering her body. Her nipples were out. Her ass was out. Hell, even her pussy was out.

Sade played from the speakers as we walked into the house from the garage. Candles were lit and the aroma of incense and perfume filled the house. Pinkie had it laid out like she was serving a king. This is why it was hard to just leave her alone. The sex was great, she was a boss, and she knew how to keep her mouth shut.

“Are you hungry?”

“No, I ate with Summer.”

“This is my time, right?” She spun around on her heels and handed me a glass of Hennessy. She knew that was my favorite drink to get me to loosen up. I gulped it down and she poured me another glass.

“What you mean?” I asked her.

“I mean, when you’re here, it’s my time. Right?”

“I guess so, why?”

“Because you mentioned your girl’s name during my time. We agreed that you wouldn’t do that. When you here, you’re single.”

“We ain’t agreed to shit, but you to handle my needs and shut your damn mouth.”

“I’ll shut the fuck up about us, but when you’re in my house, don’t bring her up and you’ll get whatever you want from me.”