So Gone

Cream

As Cream laid in that hospital bed he couldn't help but think about Meme. She didn't deserve what happened to her. He thought about his son and smiled. A couple days before all this went down Meme had told him she'd seen Ice in the Swing Thing snorting coke and jumping rope. Cream had grabbed her and shook her hard, "watch your mouth about my wife, she a grown ass woman she know what she doing, and you probably leing anyway. Anything to get me to leave her but I'm never going to leave her so keep the bullshit to yourself." Cream was heated she said that shit about Ice, he knew it was true though. She had been snorting more those days and she wasn't giving him no pussy. So perhaps she was fucking  another man. Their marriage was on the rocks. Things were out of control, and he didn't want to lose Ice ever. He was genuinely excited about his baby though. They named him Baby Cream. The more time he spent with Meme the more he had become attached to her and the child. He had to admit he was sexually attracted to her she was sexy as hell and she was actually a really good mom. Her downfall was she was young, immature, and already had four kids. Cream was confused. She kept her kids fly and she herself stayed in the latest Fendi or Gucci gear even though most of it was knockoffs he was sure. She wore her hair in different styles and wigs and braids. Her eyelashes and her eyebrows were always kept up she was a regular hood Barbie doll. Total opposite of his wife who was an all natural beauty that rarely wore any makeup. Sexually, Meme sucked his dick with a passion that Ice had forgotten. Yet Ice had that good pussy that felt like Silk when he was in it. If he could swing it, he was going to keep both of them. He needed to be in his son's life and he needed his wife. Ice held him down when he was a regular nigga on the corner. Now he was the man and she wasn't going anywhere! Meme fed his ego, reminded him that he was the shit, her young age and her fly gear were exciting to him. Even though Ice was 50 years old she had the body in the face of a thirty-year-old woman she was a bad bitch! Cream was never going to let her go. Now none of that even matters anymore. Only thing he could think about now was Revenge. He vowed to himself to find out who killed Meme if it was the last thing he did.

He called Ice. Why the fuck she not here by my bedside? His mind began to wander, he also just had pain meds so he nodded off to sleep thinking about his son with a heavy heart.