granted it was by choice, but still the same-I was on my own.
Tyce was being super helpful and I was impressed with his parenting skills. All the baby books he read came in handy. He was doing the lion’s share of the baby duties while also taking great care of me. The doctor said I would need four weeks of recovery and I had one more week of bed rest. She removed the staples from my incision the last day I was in the hospital. I still had dissolvable stitches on the inside of my stomach and the pain was beginning to subside. Instead of taking six pain pills a day I was now down to one or two.
Having Khari was a breeze, shit I was knocked out for that, but the painful part came after. Twice a day for two days the heavy handed nurse would come in my room and press down on my stomach. She said she had to make sure all the after birth and fluids were pushed out of my womb. That shit hurt like a bitch! I almost slapped the shit out of her extra cheery ass more than a few times!
Over all it was all worth it when I held my daughter. She was so beautiful and smelled so good. For some strange reason I wasn’t producing enough milk, so I had to bottle feed her. Although she was a tiny little thing she ate like a beast. She would polish off four ounces of milk in no time and have the nerve to want more. I guess she got her appetite from me cuz I could eat a four piece meal from Popeye’s in ten minutes flat.
Here I was propped up on three pillows in the middle of the day watching The Real Housewives of Atlanta. I never watched it before and I didn’t see why it was so popular. Those fake ass, barely rich, anti cute broads were a trip! The only one with some sense was Kandi, from the singing group Xscape. As far as I could see she was the only one that was dealing with reality on that wack ass reality show.
“Wasup babe?”
Tyce sat down on the couch next to the baby who was sleeping soundly on the cushion.
“Nuthin’ much. Jus’ watching a lil’ T.V.”
I sighed heavily looking over at him.
“Can I get you anything?”
I rolled my eyes in deep thought. “Yes. You can get me a cigarette.”
“What?” He asked shocked.
“You heard me. I said I want a cigarette. I’ve stopped smokin’ for nine months and I can really use one right now. I jus’ wanna get some sunshine out by the pool, drink some lemonade and smoke a cigarette. I haven’t felt the sun on my face in days. Come on baby, I promise I’ll jus’ sit there and relax.”
Tyce folded his arms across his chest while he contemplated my request.
“Alright, but I’m comin’ out there with you. Jus’ let me get a Heineken real quick.” He headed for the kitchen.
Five minutes later I was sitting in a lounge chair in the warm California sun, enjoying a smoke.
“Thanks babe. I needed this.” I smiled lovingly. “Can I have some of your beer?”
“Don’t press your luck.” He chuckled at me.
Stalker
Dallas walked around the back yard staying in the shadows so she wouldn’t be detected. She was dressed in a black running suit with a baseball cap pulled low on her forehead. A backpack hung over her right shoulder. It was close to midnight in the quiet neighborhood she used to call home. When she passed the pool she moved closer to the high stone wall kneeling down in the darkness.
Several lights illuminated the inside of the house giving it a warm inviting glow. Her curiosity propelled her legs as she moved forward to get a closer look. To keep from being seen she relocated to the side of the house and looked through the cracked blinds.
Her eyes narrowed and anger surged through her body as she witnessed the scene inside the large living room. Dallas watched as Angelique held a beautiful baby in her arms. Her blood boiled as she observed her nemesis stroking the child’s silky black hair softly with her hand. Now with her face just inches away
Tyce was being super helpful and I was impressed with his parenting skills. All the baby books he read came in handy. He was doing the lion’s share of the baby duties while also taking great care of me. The doctor said I would need four weeks of recovery and I had one more week of bed rest. She removed the staples from my incision the last day I was in the hospital. I still had dissolvable stitches on the inside of my stomach and the pain was beginning to subside. Instead of taking six pain pills a day I was now down to one or two.
Having Khari was a breeze, shit I was knocked out for that, but the painful part came after. Twice a day for two days the heavy handed nurse would come in my room and press down on my stomach. She said she had to make sure all the after birth and fluids were pushed out of my womb. That shit hurt like a bitch! I almost slapped the shit out of her extra cheery ass more than a few times!
Over all it was all worth it when I held my daughter. She was so beautiful and smelled so good. For some strange reason I wasn’t producing enough milk, so I had to bottle feed her. Although she was a tiny little thing she ate like a beast. She would polish off four ounces of milk in no time and have the nerve to want more. I guess she got her appetite from me cuz I could eat a four piece meal from Popeye’s in ten minutes flat.
Here I was propped up on three pillows in the middle of the day watching The Real Housewives of Atlanta. I never watched it before and I didn’t see why it was so popular. Those fake ass, barely rich, anti cute broads were a trip! The only one with some sense was Kandi, from the singing group Xscape. As far as I could see she was the only one that was dealing with reality on that wack ass reality show.
“Wasup babe?”
Tyce sat down on the couch next to the baby who was sleeping soundly on the cushion.
“Nuthin’ much. Jus’ watching a lil’ T.V.”
I sighed heavily looking over at him.
“Can I get you anything?”
I rolled my eyes in deep thought. “Yes. You can get me a cigarette.”
“What?” He asked shocked.
“You heard me. I said I want a cigarette. I’ve stopped smokin’ for nine months and I can really use one right now. I jus’ wanna get some sunshine out by the pool, drink some lemonade and smoke a cigarette. I haven’t felt the sun on my face in days. Come on baby, I promise I’ll jus’ sit there and relax.”
Tyce folded his arms across his chest while he contemplated my request.
“Alright, but I’m comin’ out there with you. Jus’ let me get a Heineken real quick.” He headed for the kitchen.
Five minutes later I was sitting in a lounge chair in the warm California sun, enjoying a smoke.
“Thanks babe. I needed this.” I smiled lovingly. “Can I have some of your beer?”
“Don’t press your luck.” He chuckled at me.
Stalker
Dallas walked around the back yard staying in the shadows so she wouldn’t be detected. She was dressed in a black running suit with a baseball cap pulled low on her forehead. A backpack hung over her right shoulder. It was close to midnight in the quiet neighborhood she used to call home. When she passed the pool she moved closer to the high stone wall kneeling down in the darkness.
Several lights illuminated the inside of the house giving it a warm inviting glow. Her curiosity propelled her legs as she moved forward to get a closer look. To keep from being seen she relocated to the side of the house and looked through the cracked blinds.
Her eyes narrowed and anger surged through her body as she witnessed the scene inside the large living room. Dallas watched as Angelique held a beautiful baby in her arms. Her blood boiled as she observed her nemesis stroking the child’s silky black hair softly with her hand. Now with her face just inches away
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