Queen Pin

Making Moves. . Part 2

By the time we made it downstairs, Alex was lettimg himself in with his set of keys. "Here you go Queen. It's what you asked for plus a little extra." Carlos put the rocker down and made his way to help Alex with the bags.

"Thank you Alex,"

"You're welcome."

"I'm about to start dinner in a little bit and I'm pretty sure I don't have anywhere else for you to go so you can go ahead and relax."

"Okay well if you do need anything, I'll be in the back." He then disappeared out the back door down the sidewalk to his house.

I grabbed the rocker and drug it in the kicthen so I could sit the baby in it while I cooked. Once I made sure she was buckled in safely, I turned on the notch and it began rocking slowly while vibrating. I walked back into the foyer grabbing some of the bags from Carlos, motioning for him to follow me in the kicthen. We sat the bags on the counter so I could sort through them and see what this extra stuff was that Alex was talking about.

He ended up getting everything I asked for including, a few bath towels, a baby safety kit, baby lotion and soap, baby powder, socks, pants, hand gloves, and a lot more. I began putting everything away but leaving the stuff I'll need to take up to my room. I went to the baby bag to pull out the baby bottles so I could sterilize them and noticed a name on the strap of the bag that said London. So that was the baby's name.

"Hey Carlos, are you hungry?"

"Nah as a matter of a fact, I'm about to head out anyway." Before he could turn to leave, I heard the low rumbling sound of his stoamch. I giggled to myself knowing he was lying.

"Boy if you don't sit yo lopsided head ass down and let me feed you. That bitch probably can't even cook. I'm sure Ms.Vanessa wouldn't mind her man getting a decent home cooked meal." since the asshole was staying I decided to make his favorite which was steak, twice baked potatoes, and grilled shrimp. I would throw in a caesar salad for myself.

"Why she gotta be a bitch? Why you couldn't just call her Vanessa? Hell, at least I got somebody to go home to."

I looked at him over my shoulder. If he thought I gave a damn about him having somebody to go home to, then he was dead ass wrong. I've been by myself this long, so I'm pretty sure a little while longer wouldn't kill me. I was happy with my solitude. "Boy if you think for one second that I give a damn about you having somebody to go home to, you are sadly mistaken. I'm happy with being by myself. You get used to it once people stop giving a fuck about you."

"So you really mean to tell me, you reaaly ain't had a nigga since me?"

"Damn why you wanna know the answer to that question so bad? You can keep asking but you not getting the answer and it ain't shit you can do about it."

"Is that right?"

"Yes."

"It's only two reasons you don't want to answer that question. Either you have and don't want me to know or you really ain't had nobody else. But at least you right about one thing."

"What's that?"

"That bitch really can't cook." There was a silence in the kitchen before we cracked up laughing. I couldn't believe he was with somebody that didn't know how to cook. I know that was hard hard for him because when we were together, he had my ass in the kitchen every night. But ain't no other bitch like me and I think he's finding that out the hard way.

"See how the hell you defending somebody that don't even feed you? What you do, eat out every night? Well never mind she probably feeding you fish every night." I giggled to myself.