Babygirl

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"I thought this surprise you would like" Xavier sighed keeping his head down as I paced the room like a scared animal. We had gone over why he thought surprising me with more friends from Highschool would do anything but good. "Well stop thinking I like people from my past!" I recoil getting upset at myself for being rude to him. My legs quit moving for a short second to see him. His shoulders slumped forward in a menacing manner that had me wondering why I started yelling at him. Xavier was sitting ankles crossed on the end of our bed and his head was lowered like a puppy who had just gotten yelled at. I wanted to straddle his lap and kiss the corners of his mouth. His knuckles rolled over to a white color as he fisted his hands onto our covers.

"I hate when you're mad at me" he seriously noted bringing his head up to show pity and angst clear on his face. We were about a foot away from each other, with my arms crossed he brought me closer by hooking his hands around my thighs. "I'm not mad, Xavier; I just wish you wouldn't have contacted her" my voice prompted in a serious tone as I made eye contact with him through my lashes. He was quick to make a skeptical notion with his face.

"She contacted me first....." The voice which protruded from his large throats caused great suspicion from both of us. Usually we give out the information about us which is wanted. I mean in this business you don't say anything without thinking if it will kill you first. Or so Xavier has expressed. News gets around anywhere, specially with families. Which is why one thing about us gets out then the whole industry knows. Xavier loves his privacy and knows who could tell who because normally he tells most stuff to his 'boys'. If our number was to get out to her we didn't give it because I've changed my number since I've seen her last. "Well let's keep our ears open".

He mumbles something that doesn't catch my ear. The hands he kept on my legs where slithering around and caressing the part right under my butt but top of my thighs. Xavier's cheeky smile pops out, his eyes being the definition of beauty. My eye brows raise as his fingers search the heat between my legs and roughly massage my ass. Obviously he's very....open right now. I could tell what he wanted by the large object perking up in his pants. "What do you think you're doing" I giggle placing my hands on his muscular shoulders.

"C'mon baby" Xavier slyly moans leaning into burry his face in my stomach. I wanted to push him away and laugh at how he can get horny at the dumbest times but it's easy to say I enjoy it. You know it makes a women feel wanted; appreciated isn't one thing he lacks to give me. When I went to meet his mother and father I have never seen such a close unit of people. Eleanor has 8 aunts and uncles on her fathers side that I can't believe how small the women that birthed them is. And how the father(El's grandfather) looks at his wife. Giving him heirs that are all very healthy and daughters that look like models would make anyone proud but these people idolize it. When El was born I had to feel guilty. I wanted a boy, and when we separated that was a major reason why I thought I had let him down. Why I had become depressed for not doing this job that I roped my whole life into. I failed everyone, I thought. Because our first born wasn't a male. But when she first came out, how he looked at her. It didn't matter what gender or eye color she was, she was his. And everyday I knew his life changed. Every time she would cry, be difficult, whimper. Xavier was there to make sure she was okay and remind both of them how much he loves her. You would think I would've killed myself or left his ass. But I can't, for our daughter and for me. I couldn't go on knowing that he led his life into drugs and sluts.