"Isn't it amazing how you talk all this shit and we still lack communication?
How beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don't need convincing." - Drake
KAYDEN
I'm staring at myself in the mirror, smiling at my appearance. I know I'm the shit. I'm twenty years old, beautiful, I got a good husband who loves me and is faithful to me, I drive a brand new Mercedes, and I live in a nice neighborhood in California. "I see why these hoes mad at you. Girl, you the shit." I say to myself in the mirror, laughing. Females hate on me on a daily basis but I never trip. If you got haters, that means you doing something right. Shit, I'm doing everything right.
I answer my ringing phone then put it on speaker. "I'm almost ready." I say to my bestfriend, Karlie. I already know she was about to complain about me being late. I'm always late when we go out but this type of beauty literally takes time. "Girl, you ain't that fine. Hurry up." she whines. "Violation. You know I'm fine." I say, laughing as I apply my MAC mascara. After that, I'll pretty much be ready to go. "Hell naw. You thought you was fine. Me and Dion already at the club, girl." she says. Dion is her boyfriend. He's also my husband's right hand man. They grew up together since diapers. Dion and Karlie have been together almost a year now, thanks to me. I put them in the same room and the rest was history. "In a minute imma just say fuck it, honestly." she says. "Girl, suck a dick and shut up. I'm on my way." I say, laughing. I hang up the phone before she can say something back.
"Kevin, I'm ready." I say to my husband as I walk into our bedroom. He looks up from his phone. "Let's go then." he says. I follow him out the room then down the stairs. We walk out of the house. I turn around then lock the door. He grabs my hand then leads me to the passenger side of his Mercedes Benz G Wagon. "Thank you, baby." I say, sliding in my seat. Kevin is such a gentleman. No matter where we're going, he always opens and closes my doors for me. I watch him walk to the driver's side. He gets in then cranks the truck up. "You happy, love?" he asks me as he pulls out of the driveway. "Of course I'm happy. Why did you ask me that?" I ask. "Just was wondering. You know we've been messing with each other for a while, right?" he asks. "Yeah. What's up?" I ask. "When you gone be ready to have my baby?" he asks me. I sigh. "Please don't tell me we about to have the baby talk for the thousandth time." I say. "Yeah, we are. I've been asking you for one simple thing for a while now. I give you anything you ask for with no questions asked. You ain't ever going without but you can't give me a damn baby?" he asks. "Kevin, you need to understand that I'm not ready yet. I'm too young to be a mother. It's so many things I haven't even experienced yet. I'm still in college and I'm focused on that right now." I explain. "I'm being selfish for wanting to start a family? You know you could do both. If you have the baby you'll still be able to go to school. If anybody being selfish, it's you. I never ask you for anything but a clean house and food on the table. I work hard everyday so you don't have nothing to worry about. I understand you only twenty but think about me. I'm almost thirty. Don't you think it's about time I have some kids?" he asks.
I sigh. I hate having this conversation with him. "Is it my fault you're twenty nine with no kids?" I ask. "It's no point in you catching an attitude and getting smart." He says. "I didn't catch an attitude and I didn't get smart. I just asked a simple question." I say. "Look, marriage is about compromise. I compromise all the time for you so you should be willing to do the same. Everything is not about you. I'm a good man, I take care of you, and I'm faithful. That in itself should give you a reason to give me a baby. You know how many other women wish they were blessed with a man like me? You don't appreciate it though." He says. "Just drop it, alright? Because I really don't want a baby and you killing my mood." I tell him. "Whatever." He says, turning the radio up.
The rest of the ride to the club was tense. We didn't say one word to each other. The only sound was the radio. Now we're walking in the club. "Girl, about time!" Karlie exclaims, running up to me. I hug her. "Girl, what's wrong?" she asks, noticing my bad mood. "Kevin and his damn baby talk again." I answer. She shakes her head. "You got a real nigga. You better act right before you get left." She warns me. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? He's not leaving me over that. The timing just ain't right. Mind your business." I snap on her. She looks at me like I'm crazy. "Whatever. Hi, Kevin. How are you?" she asks, hugging him. "Wassup Karlie? Where Dion at?" Kevin asks her. "He's at the bar ordering my drink." She answers. He nods his head. "You coming?" he asks me. I nod my head then grab his hand. We walk through the crowd of dancing people then go to the bar.
