Lovely Vines. Tondria Leatrice

      Chapter 7

      Queen

      Damn! Not Again

      Her face had been hanging over the toilet all morning, throwing up everything she drank or ate.

      She pissed on three pregnancy tests, and each one was positive. The tears just ran down her face like a faucet. “I can’t…I can’t…I can’t…,” Queen cried out.

      Merch always said he wanted Queen to have his daughter because she had cat eyes, and she let that shit go in one ear, and out the other, never taking him seriously, plus, she didn’t have an education or career, and she took that seriously.

      Queen wanted a future with him, but the money came regularly, and that’s all she wanted right now.

      He’s the only man that she’s been with since they started messing around, and he rides without a rubber since day one.

      Queen sneaked out and had two abortions behind Merch’s back and pretended to be sick when he touched her. When she had the miscarriage, he was right there through everything, consoling her.

      She started feeling bad about killing these babies, but now she’s not homeless, she has more money, and she knows he would help.

      Queen said, “Who the fuck knocking this early?”

      She grabbed a rag and washed her face, trying to throw everything away at the same time panicking. She looked through the peephole again, trying to hold her tears back, hoping Merch walked off.

      Queen said, “Aww, shit! Merch! Where the fuck is his key?”

      Merch said, “What the fuck! Open the door.”

      Queen ran back to the bathroom, trying to hide the test strips and the empty boxes in the garbage. Knowing she wouldn’t have a choice in the matter if he knew. He started banging on the door again, hard as hell.

      Merch said, “I hear your ass running the fuck around. Open the door now!”

      Queen said, “Quit banging. I’m coming. I was using the bathroom, damn!”

      Merch said, “Open the mooootherfucc—”

      Before he could finish his sentence, the door swung open, and he pushed past her, walking in all fast, looking around as if somebody was there.

      Merch said, “Who are you yelling at, Q?”

      Queen said, “I was using the bathroom. Where’s your key?”

      Merch said, “What’s up, Q? I heard your ass running around and shit.”

      Queen said, “Nothing. What the fuck are you waving your pistol around for? Damn! Ain’t nobody in here. You’re spazzing.”

      Merch said, “Don’t be speaking on what I’m doing like you’re warning some goddamn body. What the fuck!”

      Queen said, “Oh my gosh! I’m not crazy enough to have another man in my house, knowing damn well you have a key.”

      Merch said, “Don’t get fucked up, punk!”

      He sat in the lounge chair they fuck in all the time, breaking his blunt down, noticing Queen’s eyes were watery as soon as he walked in, so he tried handing the flame to Queen, and she waved him off. “No, Merch,” Queen mumbled.

      Merch said, “When did you start refusing the flame?”

      Queen said, “Just flamed before you came.”

      Merch said, “I don’t smell shit. Lying ass!”

      Queen said, “We’re going to sit here as if you don’t have your key. Where’s your key?”

      Merch said, “Queen, start cooking, I’m hungry.”

      Queen said, “Where is your key, Merch?”

      Merch said, “I don’t know! Probably lost it playing basketball.”

      Queen said, “I don’t know how to cook either.”

      Merch said, “Go cook some chicken.”

      Queen said, “Yeah…Let me go fry up some keys.”

      Merch said, “Funny ass. Damn! Them panties are looking right.”

      Queen said, “My funny ass got my keys, though.”

      She switched off hard, knowing that the boy shorts were rising in her ass cheeks. She wasn’t trying to hear shit he said, but her ass went to the kitchen to prepare some fried chicken, baked macaroni, lemon asparagus, and a lemon cake.

      Merch flamed like two blunts and went to shower as usual. While brushing his teeth, he noticed a pink box on the floor behind the toilet, and he picked it up.

      He just stood there looking at the lines comparing them to the instructions, and his body went numb. Once he figured it out, This is why she was crying, he thought. He wanted to storm out of the bathroom, but he held his composure. He started going through the garbage can rumbling for more tests. After he read the results for the other tests, he was happy as hell that they all read positive.

      Merch said, “Positive. Positive. Positive. What the fuck!”

      His phone started ringing, and Nyala’s name popped up. He sent it straight to voice mail, thinking he’s finally getting his baby girl and wife. “Fuck these other females,” he whispered to himself.

      He wanted to see if she’d tell him, so he put all the boxes back the way he found it. Now he knew why she was running around crying and hiding shit.

      Merch said, “That chicken smells good, bae.”

      Queen said, “I tried a new seasoning called ‘keyless,’ it’s okay.”

      She looked at him walking out of the bathroom with his white wifebeater, white basketball shorts on, looking fine as hell and loving how his manly power showed through the shorts, and his big-ass muscles glistening from the water, looking like a piece of melting chocolate with juicy lips.

      He walked up behind Queen kissing her neck, pressing his manhood into her juicy ass, rubbing her nipple with his fingertips, and as soon as his other hand ran into her wetness, Queen closed her eyes.

      Queen said, “Boy, stop! Before this food gets ignored!”

      Merch said, “Turn around, Queen, and look at me.”

      He slowly gripped Queen’s face with his big hands, pulling her face to his lips, kissing her slowly and passionately with his tongue all down her throat. Backing off slowly, they pecked each other’s lips, then she grabbed his dick.

      Queen said, “Hold that thought, baby, until after you eat.”

      Merch walked off like he’s the man, thinking to himself, I have a daughter, then he turned around