She was my ride-or-die, my gangsta wife, I will admit. She went in on me when she thought that I stepped out on her. She became just as violent and vindictive as I was. First, she caused Charli Li to lose her baby, and then, later, she sicced two pit-bulls on her when she thought Charli was still trying to fuck with me. That shit was ridiculous and reminded me just how crazy Tasha was. She was a reflection of me.

At the time I was furious with Tasha. For one, it messed up my business dealings with Charli’s mob boss father, Mr. Li, who had opened up the legitimate side of white-collar crime for me. Legitimate side meaning, as long as you paid off all the key players, you had carte blanche. The sky was the limit!

I couldn’t be too mad at the things she did to Charli. Hell, I tried to cut Kyron’s throat over Tasha, so I too, went hard and didn’t play that shit either. We were each other’s soul mates and too crazy to be with anybody but each other. We definitely coined the term for better or worse.

So last night with that in mind, I decided to do something different and slow it down for her. I couldn’t do enough for my wife, who had been by my side through it all.

“Babe, let me rub you down,” I said, taking control. We were finally in the bedroom, butt naked.

“My neck, my back,” she sang as she lay down on the bed, turning on her side, and putting a pillow under her stomach. I could feel her heartbeat as I massaged her. The baby even kicked.

“She knows her daddy,” Tasha teased.

“That’s a wonderful thing,” I told her.

“Yes, it is.”

So, this morning I wanted to do it all over again, but it didn’t go quite like last night. By the time I penetrated my baby, with her on top, I knew heaven was found in the pyramid between Tasha’s legs. She was still as tight as our first time. I had no idea how she did that shit, but she knew how to work that thang. We went at it for a while. Tasha came a few good times. I finally ejaculated, and it felt like i would never stop.

Spent, I collapsed cuddled up behind her. I don’t know where it came from, but I began to wonder if this was Kyron’s baby. I tried to push the thought out of my head.

“Is this how you felt when you were pregnant by Kyron?”

“Oh my God!” Tasha gritted, holding her stomach with one hand and banging the nightstand with the other. “Trae, that was another contraction. I think I’m in labor!”

Chapter Thirteen

KAYLIN