Babymama. (Lesbian Story)

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Macabre's family was coming to stay with us for about 2 to 3 weeks. I offered to pay for all of their tickets since Max was home alone all the time. She needed something to occupy her, especially this month because my schedule was about to get real hectic. 3 of my artists went Platinum within the past 6 months & a lot of things were changing for me. I had so many appearances to make at parties, dinners & tour promotions. Max would be all by herself with the baby majority of the time & I didn't want that. It was actually my idea to call her mom & get her family out here.

My newly hired assistant Cara called a car service to pick up Max's family from the airport so I could focus on a private party I was throwing tonight. Art Basel week was going on in Miami & so many different people were having events. Because of all the success the record company was having, a very well known artist named Mason Zidlicky asked me to display some of his newest pieces at an Art Basel event. Mason Zidlicky was an abstract artist from Czechoslovakia & he's done album covers for a few famous pop artists in his time. But I had never really seen him interact with the hip hop community. Not that I was a super fan, but from what I had seen of his work, he mostly painted & designed things that ended up in snooty ass museums in foreign countries. I asked him if he was sure he had come to the right record label, & he assured me that he wanted me to be throwing his party because he was a big fan of my father's and many of his artists.
But I was still concerned. Most Art Basel events were very classy, calm, & quiet. They were nothing like the kind of parties I threw for album releases or tour promotions. Don't get the wrong idea, I never let my private events get ratchet. If anyone got out of character, they got thrown out. If someone couldn't handle their drugs or their liquor, they got thrown out. But I liked to turn up. I hated going to parties where everyone just stared at each other & shit. It was boring as fuck, but I still caught myself going to mingle with different crowds.
After bringing up all my concerns to Mr.Zidlicky, he just laughed. He told me he knew about my parties & the high energy levels which is exactly the kind of energy he wanted his art to be around. He wanted to expose himself to different kinds of people, more fun people. I was extremely flattered, not to mention relieved that I didn't have to conform or anything. I could just do things how I normally do which was a breeze.

I invited Max to the party tonight so she could meet some more of my work friends & so they could meet her. Surprisingly a lot of people still hadn't seen her in person, only in pictures that I took of her & posted on my Instagram that she always yelled at me to delete but I never did. When she was pregnant, she never went out because she hated the way she looked. Then after she gave birth she obviously never had time because she was raising our daughter. I offered to hire a Nanny, just for date nights & things of that nature but Max was dead set against the idea. She didn't trust anyone but me & her around the baby which understandable. But it was a phase that eventually she would get over. I knew she would get super stir crazy & she'd miss being able to go out. Trust me, I wasn't a fan of rich people who made Nannies raise their children either, but Max & I deserved a night out for ourselves once in a while, no?
With her family staying with us, Max felt comfortable leaving Camille at home & coming out with me. It had been so long since we partied together. I don't think we've been in that environment with each other since Cincinnati. I certainly haven't really been to a party since I got out of rehab. Even though its a big part of my job, I try to avoid parties as much as I can. I'll plan them & oversee them for 20 minutes at most but I make my assistants handle most of the album releases & tour promos now. Its not that I think I'd get weak & do coke or heroin again, but I just don't want to disappoint Max.

Whenever we went out, Macabre always had to look her best. She was beautiful to me whether she was in boy-shorts & a hoodie with her hair in a bum or in a bodycon dress with her hair looking like she spent hours on it. I was madly in love with her & I'd take her in any form. But I had to admit I got so riled up whenever she dressed up to go out. The first time I saw her, I could just tell how much effort she put into her appearance. She looked better than any other woman behind that bar & I wished I could've scooped her up and taken her with me that night. Almost a year later & she still takes my breath away. In 10 years I hope she still makes me feel the same way.
Mac was almost ready when I got home around 9:30. I still had to shower because I smelled like an NFL locker room from all the running around I did today. Max's mom actually offered to do my hair & makeup so I wouldn't sweat out my outfit. We weren't really in that much of a rush but I didn't want to miss the whole party. We didn't end up leaving until about 10:45 which was better than I anticipated.
Mac looked amazing as always, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I just wanted to pull over on the side of the road & spread her legs apart. Which, might I add, I hadn't done in like 3 decades. I was beginning to forget what her pussy even looked like!

"Can you pay attention? I kinda don't wanna die!" Max teased.
"I'm sorry, you just look really nice, baby." I told her.
"Thank you. You look cute yourself,"
"Are you excited?"
"For what?"
"You're finally getting out of the house. You never go anywhere,"
"I'm nervous, I'm not used to being around real famous people. Just the hood famous people that come to the strip club," Mac remarked.
"Its not that big of a deal, they ain't shit." I explained.

She laughed at me, shoving my shoulder.
"Thats not nice!" She scolds me.
"Its true! Don't be intimidated, they nothing special. They're regular people. Most of them are really cool, I'll introduce you & they'll probably just start talking to you." I replied.
"I miss us going out together like this,"
"I miss it too baby."
"I'm so happy you took my ass out that club though. And I'm sorry I been acting crazy lately. I've just been really emotional. These hormones really ain't no joke,"
"I understand, but I want you to know I'm really different. I'm better now, I'm not gonna hurt you anymore."

Mac looks at me with her big brown eyes & my heart melts inside of my chest. She grabs hold of my hand, putting it in her lap. What did I do to deserve a girl like this one?