Snatched Up By A Bad Boy

Troy

It was so crazy how Brynlee having all of those miscarriages affected us. It was like when she had her first one, I had faith that we would be able to push through, and we did. We pushed through and we were good. We built each other back up but the more she had, the more we despised each other.

I personally felt like we were blaming each other. I felt like she was blaming me more than herself. I mean, I did my job. I supplied her with the nut she needed. It was now up to her and whatever the hell women had going up inside of them, for it to do its job. But each time, she failed.

I wasn't even excited when she told me she was pregnant again because I knew the outcome. It was fucked up for me to think that way but shit, it's only so many times you can be hurt over something that has hurt you.

I found myself drinking more, leaving the house more and just wanting to get away from Brynlee because I knew she would try to argue. That's how bad it was between us.

To be real, Brynlee probably hated a nigga and I hadn't tried to do nothing to make the shit better. And I honestly wasn't even trying to be late to her lil' job thing but duties called.

"Troy, are you going to sit over there staring at the wall or are you going to help me over here with Troy Jr?" Jadoré complained as she walked back and forth with our newborn baby in her arms.

She had just had my little boy a week ago and I swear that shit filled me with joy. It had filled the emptiness that had consumed me from all of the miscarriages I had to witness Brynlee have.

"Yes love, I'm coming." I shook the thoughts of me and Brynlee's situation to the back of my mind and went over to where Jadoré stood and eased TJ out of her arms.

I rocked and smiled as I looked down at him. I could already tell he was going to look like me and not his mother. Not to say that would be an issue because Jadoréwas very pretty.

She was slim, with a smooth, chocolate skin tone that glistened whenever she was in front of the sunlight as if she was dipped in some baby oil. Her skin always glowed. Her body was what attracted me to her. She was crazy thick, her waist was small, her titties were perky, and she was good atlistening.

It all started because one day, I was so out of my mind after Brynlee had another miscarriage and I needed somebody to vent to. I had stayed at the university late so that I could prep for the test I was going to give my students the next day and so happened to bump into her. She picked up off my vibe and we just ended up clicking.

I would see her every day. She was an English teacher and I was a math teacher and basketball coach. It was like no matter what, we would bump into each other. One night of venting turned into one night of fucking on and off again. Now here we were tied to one another for eighteen years.

"Let me go fix him a bottle because Lord knows I'm tired of him sucking my titties," she joked as she eased her way out of the room. I cracked a smile as I enjoyed the view of my first-born son.

Moments later, Jadoré came back to the room and handed me the bottle so that I could feed him. She sat down next to me and stared at me before she spoke.

"Are you and Brynlee still having issues?" she questioned.

"Yes." I shrugged, being honest with her.

See, even after a baby Jadoré knew where she and Istood. She didn't try to be in a relationship or keep my son away from me because of Brynlee. Still to this day, she was open to listening to me just in case I needed to talk, and I swear to God, I appreciated her for that because right now all I needed was peace.