Chapter 13

Brianna

A month later...

I contacted Conrad and Bryan, and from what I came up with…the only thing that I can say is…they ain’t ready…they ain’t ready. Pure hotness if I do say so myself.

Conrad was so excited that he flew with his dancers back to Dafa to begin to learn the choreography. There was such a wave of excitement going through Dafa due to his arrival. We tried to keep it low key, but word got out that he was here one day and that was a wrap. The thing about it is, he was a cool ass white boy who really liked the attention he got from his fans. But we’ve shielded him quite well after that day, so no one knows he’s still here.

This was the third day of rehearsal with Conrad and his dancers and we called it quits around 7pm. I was going to stay to work out a few kinks for tomorrow, and as I began to dance to the track, Conrad walked back in.

I looked up and grinned. “Hey…I thought you were gone?”

“Naw. I wanted to get that footwork from the third eight count down. Is that cool?” he asked.

You’re the one that’s paying me. How is it not cool?

“Sure. Let’s start from the beginning of that so I can see what you’re having difficulties with,” I replied and for the next 25 minutes, I worked with him on his problem areas.

After the time I spent with him, he was completely comfortable with the footwork and I was glad. He was a great dancer I thought as I took two bottles of bottled water out of my cooler and passed him one. I sat on the floor and he took a seat next to me. I began to wipe the sweat off my body with a towel and threw him one before I drank my water.

“Thank you,” he replied as he began to gulp the water down.

“No problem. You were starting on the wrong foot and turning it the wrong way. That’s all it was. You’re a great dancer, Conrad,” I replied honestly, then took a swig of water.

“Thanks, but you…what you came up with is so hot…with Bryan directing and your choreography…,” he began as I blushed and interrupted him.

“And with you giving life to my choreography and your singing…yeah…the video is going to be great,” I replied as he gave me that grin that whenever my girls and I saw him do it on TV, we just said, “Damn.”

“We only have two more days and then we’re done. This has been so much fun and such a great opportunity. I’ve told you before, but I’m saying it again. Thanks for giving me a chance,” I replied.

“No problem, sweetheart, but you’ll be plenty busy…as soon as people in the industry peep the video, your phone is going to be ringing off the hook,” he said.

“I don’t know if I want to really get into this too deep. I mean, I love it here. I love my life here,” I replied as he grinned.

“I feel you, but you’re way too talented, ma. Expanding your horizons wouldn’t be that bad, would it?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders and grinned.

“I’m going to have to think about that,” I replied.

Then, he said, “Well why don’t you think about leaving with us. I want you in the video.”

I looked at him with shock etched across my face. “Say what?”

Conrad laughed. “You’re too cute. I want you to be in the video. And before you go there, many choreographers dance in their artist videos…most of Janet Jackson’s choreographers did it and besides…we need you in it. I need that extra special fire in it. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

I was really surprised because I’ve never done that before. “Are you for real?”

“Yes. You only have come to New York to tape and then you can come right back home,” he replied.

“How long does taping take?” I asked.

“Sometimes two days…sometimes a week at the most. No longer than that. Come on, what do you say. Say yes,” Conrad said as I processed everything. It would be exciting to actually be in a video. It would be a new experience.

I grinned. “Okay…I’ll do it.”

Conrad smiled at me and I didn’t mean to stare, but he’s fine. Forgive me. “Good. You won’t regret it. So, are you busy right now?”

“No…why?” I asked.

“Because I wanted to know if you would like to have dinner with me?” Conrad asked.

No Conrad Tate did not just ask me out!

“Well, I…,” I began but then I heard…

“Hey babe,” a male voice that I know and love said from the doorway. Seth was still in his suit from work and he looked so sexy. I was a lucky girl. There were two gorgeous men in my presence. Life doesn’t get any better than this.

I jumped up from my spot on the floor and walked over to him with a smile. When I reached him, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips lightly and held my waist.

“Hey. You working kind of late tonight,” I replied.

“Yeah, so are you. You ready to go or are you still working?” Seth asked.

“We’re done. Oh, Conrad Tate, this is my boyfriend Seth Aldridge. Seth this is Conrad Tate,” I replied as Conrad walked over to Seth and shook his hand.

“How you doing man?” Seth asked.

“I’m good. Your girl here has mad talent,” Conrad replied.

Seth grinned. “Yeah, she does. So, are you hungry?”

“Famished. Hey, Conrad…do you want to join us?” I asked.

“I don’t like breakin’ up a party, so thanks, but no thanks. Brianna, I’m out…I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Seth…good to meet you, man,” Conrad replied as he smiled at me and walked out of the door.

“Give me a few minutes to lock up and we can go…okay,” I replied as I leaned up and kissed Seth on the lips.

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Seth

A few days later...

Don’t take this as me being a jealous prick, but I know men. I know when a man is interested in a woman and I think…no, I know that Conrad Tate is interested in my girl. Conrad Tate…pretty boy, millionaire, singing, dancing extraordinaire was checking my girl out…in front of me.

Okay, maybe I’m jumping to conclusions…fuck that! He was checking for my woman…right in front of me. He played it cool, too. When I walked in the door of the studio that they were practicing in, I saw the way he was looking at Brianna, who seemed a little oblivious to the fact. Or maybe she wasn’t? I know that women like attention, but damn. I mean, his eyes were all over her.

No, I didn’t like this shit…not one bit.

Now, she’s going to New York and she’s going to actually be in the video. So this means that she’s going to be spending a lot of time with Mr. Tate. I trust Brianna…I do. I just know that I am a man…a reformed player and I know every trick in the book.

He can try all he want. But Bree is my woman. And that’s all I’m going to say.

I was currently in the car driving Brianna to the airport. During most of the ride to the airport, she was on the phone talking about last minute wedding stuff with Falene and making plans with Davia to go bridesmaid dress shopping when she returned from New York. I was so tired of all this wedding crap. I’m happy for Bryce and Jackson, but that’s all I hear about lately…flowers this, cake that, music for the bride and groom…it’s annoying as all hell.

Then, I was introduced to the book…Brianna’s wedding compilation book that she’s been keeping since she was 12 years old. That book scared the shit out of me, because we’ve been together for a year now, and we’ve been talking too much about marriage lately. I think Brianna is anxious about marriage because Falene and Davia are about to take that step and she’s always saying that everyone thought she would be the first to walk down the aisle, but the tables have turned and yada, yada, yada. It’s getting a little intense and quite honestly, I can’t wait until both of these weddings are over with so we can get on with our lives.

After I dropped Bree off and said my goodbyes, I drove to my mom’s house to see her. When I walked in the front door, Davia was leaving and laughing with my mother. Damn. More wedding shit.

“Hey Seth,” Davia said as I kissed her on the cheek.

“Hey Dav,” I said as she grinned, holding onto some bridal magazine thingy in her hands.

“So, did my girl get off okay?” Davia asked.

“Yeah, she did. More wedding stuff?” I asked. Davia’s smile was so bright that I think it shined more than the rock on her left hand.

“Yeah. Well, Mama Pat, I’ll see you later and thank you,” Davia replied as she kissed and hugged my mother who returned the embrace with a grin.

“You’re welcome, sweetie. I’ll call you tomorrow and I’ll see you Friday for lunch,” my mother said with a grin.

“Okay. Bye Seth,” Davia said as she walked to the front door.

“Later Dav,” I replied as I walked to my mother and kissed her cheek.

“Hey baby boy,” my mother said with the biggest smile on her face.

“Hey mama. I guess that big smile on your face is because of your excitement about Davia and Jackson’s upcoming nuptials,” I said.

“Of course…oh, and I’m happy to see you, too,” she replied as she walked into the kitchen. She began to pull out ingredients to make dinner and I sat on the stool opposite from where she was working.

“Gee…that’s great,” I replied.

“Brianna’s going to be in a video…that’s pretty exciting huh?” my mother asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“She’s not gonna be a video ho, is she?” my mother asked as I laughed.

“No…she’s just dancing, ma,” I replied.

“Yeah, well some of that is just like humpin’,” my mother said as she took out some chicken legs and thighs from the refrigerator.

“You don’t have to worry…it’s sexy, but Bree dances…she doesn’t just screw on the dance floor so you can relax,” I replied as I watched my mother cut onions, bellpeppers, celery, and garlic.

“That’s good. Are you staying for dinner?” my mother asked.

“Yeah. Another one bites the dust, huh?” I asked.

“What are you talking about, baby?” my mother asked.

“First Bryce is getting married in a few weeks…and Jackson’s getting married in November. It’s like a bad cold…highly contagious and not easy to get rid of. I don’t want to catch it,” I said as my mother shook her head.

“I can’t believe you just said that,” my mother replied.

“Well, I did. I mean, it’s like Bryce does it and then Jackson just follows right in his footsteps. It’s like he’s been brainwashed into this,” I replied as my mother narrowed her eyes at me and put her hands on the counter, still holding the knife she was cutting the vegetables with.

I know she was about to bless me, but I didn't want to get stabbed or cut. I'm too hot to hurt.

“Now, that’s some foul crap to say about your brother and his feelings for Davia. That boy asked me about marrying Davia before Bryce popped the question to Falene. Besides, you know your brother isn’t a follower. When we went to look for Davia’s ring, the only thing he kept saying was, will she like it, will she say yes, does she love me like I love her, does she love me enough to be with me for the rest of our lives. Jackie’s deciding to propose didn’t have a damn thing to do with getting married because his friend was getting married. It has everything to do with him being 32 years old and meeting the love of his life and wanting to spend the rest of his life with her. He’s growing up, Sethie. You need to grow up, too,” she replied shaking the knife at me as she continued to cut vegetables.

“It’s just that…okay, I was wrong for saying what I did, but I don’t see what the big rush is about getting married. I’m not ready for that right now,” I replied.

“That’s all fine and dandy that you’re not ready to get married now. I’m just glad you have a girlfriend. It’s a choice that every man has to make for himself. But just let me leave you with this little tidbit and I’m going to shut up about this. Brianna says she’s okay with not getting married now, but mark my words. In a year or two, she’s going to be singing a different tune and if you’re not ready for it then, you may lose her. Think about that,” she replied as she continued her task.

You know, I hadn’t thought much about it, but I love Brianna…I truly love her, but I don’t think I’ll be ready to get married in two years. She wouldn’t leave me because of something so trivial…would she?

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Brianna

New York...taping video

When I tell you this video business is a lot of work, it’s a lot of work. They’re basically like mini-movies now and it takes so long to shoot them. I’m so glad that today was my last day of taping. Now what I did like was New York…the sights, shopping, all of the interesting things that they have going on…it’s cool. But with all that good stuff, I still couldn’t live here. I mean it’s too damn busy for me and everything is on top of everything, but it’s a great place to visit. I could definitely see myself taking a trip here just to shop every year.

Can I tell you that I didn’t know that it was this intense? I mean, dancing on stage is totally different from dancing in a video. If they don’t like the lighting, they make you redo the scene. If they don’t like the angles, they reshoot. It’s ridiculous. But, I guess it’s necessary when you’re in an industry that looks first and listens second. But that’s just my opinion.

Overall, the experience wasn’t so bad. I wasn’t dressed like a hoochie, but I did look s.exy and I was glad of that. I have to admit, from what I saw so far, the video looked great. Bryan was a genius and he knew his craft well. As for the dancing…well it spoke for itself. People were patting me on the back and telling me that the choreography was fantastic and Conrad kept saying he knew he made a good choice. I was so proud of myself.

I was thinking about Seth, missing him, wondering what he was going to think when he saw the video. Bryan called me over to see what he had finished editing and I happily went over. As I was sitting on the side watching some of what was completed, I heard a s.exy voice right over my shoulder say, “Looks good, huh?”

I smiled as I continued to look at the video screen. “Yeah, it does. Bryan did his thing.”

“And so did you…and so did I. How is it to see yourself on screen?” Conrad asked.

“It’s surreal. That’s the only thing I can say,” I replied.

“I feel you. So, what are you doing later?” Conrad asked.

“I was going to order some room service and chill…why?” I asked.

“No, no, no, no! You can’t do that! You gotta celebrate your greatness, sweetheart! You gotta come grab something to eat with us and go out with us. We’re gonna go tear the clubs up. We’re going to 40/40 and Bungalow 8. Don’t tell me you don’t want to go?” Conrad asked as I sighed. What should a girl do? Should I go and party with fine ass Conrad Tate or sit in my hotel room with my hot rollers in, reading? Hmmm?

Shiiiittt! I ain't stupid! I'm going party with fine ass Conrad Tate. Hell, I may never get this opportunity again.

“Okay…you’ve talked me into it. What time?” I asked.

Conrad smiled. “We’re going to eat at 8…then we’re gonna go have some fun. I’ll swing by your room and get you.”

“Alright…I’ll see you at 8,” I replied as Conrad touched the tip of my nose and grinned.

“8 it is,” he said as he winked at me and walked back to Bryan, to look at some other edits.

When I got back to my room, I took a long, hot shower and set my hair. Then, I called my baby because I truly missed him. After I spoke to Seth for about an hour (trust me, the stuff we said on that phone would have set fire to your ears) I began to get ready. I figured that I didn’t need to get too fancy, so I settled for a pair of kick ass black heels, with a pair of skintight dirty denim low rider jeans and a striped, slouchy, yellow and black, cropped blouse that was off the shoulders. I ran my fingers through my curls and put on minimal make-up and looked at myself. I looked good. Maybe not as hot as some of those models that was in the video earlier, but I looked alright. I spritzed on some Juicy Couture perfume and heard a knock at the door. I walked over and opened it and saw Conrad with a few of his dancers, and Bryan.

“Hey. Just let me get this,” I replied referring to my black wristlet, “and we can go.”

Conrad grinned at me. “Whoa…looking good, ma.”

I closed my hotel room door and stepped outside with them.

“Thank you. So do you,” I replied because, hell, he always looked good.

“Let’s go,” he said as I fell into step with Lisa and Dawn, two of the black girl dancers that I had formed a nice friendship with as we all walked toward the elevators to go dinner. I felt eyes on me as we walked ahead and when I turned around, Conrad just smiled at me. Hmmm.

The night was so much fun. Dinner was great and the clubs were amazing. I danced until I couldn’t dance anymore and Conrad kind of danced with me the whole night. I didn’t mind because

1) he could dance his ass off
2) he was sexy and cute as hell
3) he was muthafuckin’ Conrad Tate. Need I say more?

I had a drink or two, but not more than that. I was in a strange city alone and I was not about to get messed up in a place with people that I have only known for a short time. I mean, I didn’t get any bad vibes from them, but that’s just how I was. If Dav or Megan would have been there, I probably would have been a little tipsy.

After dancing until I was worn out, I plopped down on a couch in VIP. Lisa came and sat next to me.

“Come on, Bree…come dance one more time,” she pleaded.

“I can’t hang like you can, Lisa. Go on. Tear it down for me,” I said as she laughed.

“Alright. Hey boss,” she replied to Conrad as he came and sat next to me, nursing a drink.

“Hey Lee…don’t hurt nobody,” he replied as she grinned.

“Please…they can’t handle it,” she replied as she walked out of VIP and down the stairs. I leaned my head back against the couch, then sat up.

“Having fun?” Conrad asked.

I smiled. “Yeah, tons. But I can’t dance anymore…at all,” I replied.

“We wore you out, huh?” Conrad asked as he sipped his drink.

“Yeah…you did. I don’t see how you guys do this all the time,” I replied.

“I don’t. Most of the time, I’m working so much that I don’t get the time to party like I want. So, when I can get it in, I do. I wanted to tell you that I really appreciate the work that you did. You can dance your ass off,” Conrad replied as I grinned.

“Thank you,” I stated.

“You're welcome. The next single is a ballad, but the third single is really uptempo and hot like fire. I wanted to know if you wanted to work your magic on it,” Conrad replied as I grinned.

“Would you want me in the video?” I asked.

He grinned at me. “You know I need my fire in it.”

I shook my head. “Just let me know and I’ll hook you up.” Then I yawned.

“You tired?” he asked. It was 2 in the morning…way past my bedtime.

“Yes. Is it that obvious?” I asked.

Conrad laughed. “Uh, yeah. That big ass yawn was a dead give away. Are you ready to go now?”

“Honestly…yes. I can just get a cab back to the hotel. I don’t want to ruin the rest of you guys night,” I replied.

“Nonsense. I’m kind of beat myself. I’ll go with you and send the car back to wait for the rest of the crew. You ready?” he asked as he held out his hand. I took and he helped me up. I walked ahead of him and out of the VIP and into the limo.

When we got back to the hotel, Conrad smiled at me as I stood in front of my hotel door.

“Thanks for the great dinner and the clubbing. I needed that,” I replied as he looked down into my face.

“Yeah…you’ve been working hard, but wasn’t it worth it?” he asked.

“Yeah, it was. Thank you, again,” I said.

“Why don’t you stop thanking me, beautiful and have lunch with me tomorrow?” Conrad asked as I sighed. Wait…did Conrad Tate just call me beautiful?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Conrad. I have a boyfriend,” I replied.

“I know. I saw him that day. He seems like a decent cat,” Conrad stated.

“He is,” I said.

“So, how serious are you and your man, Brianna?” Conrad asked as he looked me over slowly.

What the hell?

“Um…very serious,” I said.

Conrad licked his lips slowly. Now, I had seen him do that on TV, but seeing it in person was a totally different thing altogether. The man was fine and sexy as hell and that action made any woman look twice.

“I feel you. He’s a lucky man…very lucky. Well, if I don’t see you tomorrow, have a good flight home, Brianna and I’ll get at you soon. ‘Night, beautiful,” he replied as he touched the tip of my nose lightly, grinned and walked away.

Okay…that was weird. That was all kinds of weird.

Chapter 14

Seth

A few days later

Let me just say right now that I am pissed…unbelievably pissed. Why do you ask? Because I turned on the TV and that paparazzi show, “TMZ” was on and guess who was walking out of a club in New York with one Conrad Tate with his hands on her hips, his package right on her ass, getting into a limo? Brianna…my woman…my girl…that’s who.

We just had it out because she never told me that they were that cozy. Yeah, she told me they went out to a few clubs to celebrate the end of the taping of the video, but she didn’t tell me that ole boy was so close that he knew what her ass felt like. Then, she tells me that they danced a little (which really meant that the muthafucka was bumpin’ and grindin’ on my girl and my ass all night long) and then he made sure she got back to the hotel safe…nothing else happened. Yeah…right.

It’s not that I don’t believe her…I just don’t trust him…not one bit.

Let’s just say for shits and giggles that nothing happened. But let me tell you what I know.

1) He’s Conrad Tate. He’s a superstar. Now, I’m not a punk or a fan of sticking guys, but the dude is what most women call hot (most women include my mother, Brianna, Davia, Megan…you get the drift).

2) I know that he likes my girl…and not just because of her dancing either. I saw him that day, and I saw the way he looked at her. He wants her. I’m not stupid. I know that look. I give her that look often.

3) I know that he didn’t just ask her to be in that fuckin’ video because of her moves…he thinks she’s hot and he wanted more time (without me being present or in the same state) to get to know her, to get inside of her head without her man around.

4) Brianna’s fine all the time, but when she goes out, she looks hotter than usual. My girl is sweet as can be, but she’s literally sex in motion when she dances …she looks totally fuckable and she smells incredible and that ass…the way my baby moves those hips and that ass makes a fuckin’ man lose their mind…she moves so sexy that you wanna throw dollars at her to make her keep moving that ass the way that she does. Her movements kind of throw you in a trance and you get rock hard (at least I know I do) from just watching her move or dance on you and I know for damn sure that Mr. Singing Star had straight wood the entire night.

I know Brianna doesn’t think anything happened, but trust me…shit happened. The groundwork has been laid and I know that she’s just a tad bit curious about that damn singing pretty boy. That’s what that muthafucka wanted to do. Game recognizes game, playa. I knew what was up…and I didn’t like it…not one muthafuckin’ bit.

And that’s what I told her. She told me that I was being unreasonable and that she works with him and it’s nothing else. She may think it’s not anything, but that’s what he wants her to think. Mr. Singing Man wants her to think that because she has a boyfriend that she’s safe from him. Homeboy wants her to feel as if she’s safe from his advances because she has a man…that cat just don’t know…I’m a seasoned playa…I know all the tricks in the book. You can’t pull one over on me, dog. And now, he’s recruited her to choreograph and dance in yet another video. I can’t tell her not to do it, but I did tell her to watch his ass. She started yelling that I’m being paranoid, but I told her that I know what the deal is and she just needed to be aware that he is going to go in for the kill…when she least expects it.

Right about now, we’re not talking much and to be quite honest, it’s alright with me. She’s all wrapped up in this wedding shit anyway and I damn sure don’t want to hear about any of that.

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Brianna

Four months later…after Falene’s wedding and preparing for Davia’s

What can I say? My relationship with Seth is on shaky ground. I know you guys don’t want to hear that, but it is. He’s getting on my nerves and I’m getting on his. Why do you ask? Because of that club stuff with Conrad Tate, that’s why and because of the last argument that we had about marriage.

I guess I’d better tackle the Conrad Tate stuff first. I know when a man is attracted to me and I knew Conrad thought I was cute (and so was he).

Come on, now…don’t act like yall don’t know that he’s cute. I mean look at him…he’s fine as hell. But, I love Seth and he’s fine as hell, too. I don’t cheat and I wouldn’t think about cheating on him. But he thinks I don’t know that Conrad has a thing for me. I’m a woman…I know this. I knew when we were dancing that night that the rather hard, large package that I felt grinding against my ass confirmed what I knew…Conrad wanted a taste…but he wasn’t getting one. Because I loved Seth…and Conrad knows that I love my man…so he doesn’t have a chance.

This is what I tried to tell Seth, but it’s like he has glue in his ears. Trying to convince Seth that I wasn’t an idiot in regards to Conrad was like talking to a brick wall. He thinks he knows everything and he thinks I’m not watching out for Conrad…but I am. To be quite honest, I’m flattered that he has a thing for me. The reason? He’s famous, he’s a superstar. I’m just a dancer. He could have anyone he wants, but he has a crush on me, a dancer from Texas. Go figure. I do think it’s kind of cute, but in no way am I encouraging anything. I told Conrad what the deal was and if he tries something, I’ll be prepared for it. Okay, let’s move on to the marriage issue.

Seth does not want to marry me or anyone else for that matter. He thinks that things are fine the way they are and he doesn’t think we’re ready to get married.

I disagree.

He thinks I only want to get married because my friends are all getting hitched.

I disagree.

My argument was that we can’t be single forever and marriage is what people do when they want a deeper commitment. He says that our commitment was already deep and we didn’t have to have a bunch of fanfare and flowers to show that we belonged to each other and that we loved each other. I told him he was full of shit and once people realize that things are working while they’re dating, they move on to that step because it’s natural.

You know what this asshole says to me? Having a hard-on every morning is natural…taking a shit after eating burritos is natural…getting married because a two year mark is approaching isn’t natural…it’s doing what society says you should do and that’s not cool. Wanting to get married because all of your friends are doing it is not a reason to get married.

So, suffice it to say, I’m pissed and this shit is really getting to me. Oh, did I mention that Megan is getting married next April? Yeah, Demetrius popped the question at Falene’s wedding and now I’ll be the only one single (well, I can’t count Dion because she’s a kitty licker and can’t marry her girl, but I love her…even if she is down with the poon tang).

I don’t want to get married right now…I don’t want to get married two months from now. I just wanted to get married in a few years when the time was right. Do you know that this dickhead says that the time may never be right? So, I’m done with the conversation about marriage. I’m tired of fighting about it and having to censor my feelings about Davia’s wedding because he’s not with it. I go out of my way not to discuss any wedding stuff in front of him and it’s tiring. It’s becoming difficult to even hang out with him sometimes because of the way he feels about marriage and that scares me. What if he’s not the one for me after all? That in itself, scares the crap out of me because I’m crazy about the boy.

As we’re finalizing the bridesmaids dresses, I began to think about things, so many thoughts circulating through my mind and I hear snapping or something. Yep, it's snapping. Who's doing said snapping you ask? Davia. She's been trying to get my attention so she decides to snap her fingers in front of my face. It took me a minute to hear her...that's how deep in thought I was.

“Bree…earth to Bree,” Davia replied.

I grinned at her and asked, “Yes maam?”

“Do you think we need gloves with the dresses?” Davia asked.

“Well, it is a fall wedding and that’s what etiquette tells us to do, but hell…the dresses are gorgeous just the way they are. Maybe the gloves will take something away from the silhouette of the dress,” I replied, fingering the beautiful gold bridesmaid dresses that Davia and I picked out. Leenie and Megan had to go back to work and it was just me and my girl, deciding shoes and accessories for the beautiful bridesmaid dresses.

Davia held up a pair of gloves to the dress and grinned. “You’re right, honey. They do take away from the dress. Thanks Bree Bree.”

I smiled, but not really. “No problem.”

Davia gently placed the gloves down and our assistant at the bridal shop took all the things that we wanted away. Davia sat next to me on the couch in the bridal shop and smiled.

“No, there is a problem. Is Seth still giving you shit about Conrad?” Davia asked.

“Not really. It’s the marriage thing that’s getting to me. I mean, his parents are the picture of married bliss and this boy doesn’t believe in marriage. I’m tired of fighting with him about the subject, Simmy. Lately, all we do is fight and I’ve just had it,” I said, finally glad that I could get everything off of my chest. Davia rubbed her hand on my back and sighed.

“Are you saying that you want to break up with Seth, Bree?” Davia asked.

“No…I just want the fighting to stop. I’ve been working so much at the studio and he’s had more work than he knows what to do with, so we don’t get to spend as much time together as we used to and this shit with Conrad and him not wanting to get married…it’s just taking it’s toll on me, that’s all,” I said looking at my nails.

“Don’t let it get to you, Bree,” Davia said.

“Well, that’s easy for you to say…you’re going to marry the love of your life. Everything is moonlight and roses for you,” I said bitterly. Yeah, I’m fuckin’ bitter! I’m in love with a man who told me he doesn’t want to marry me…how the fuck would you feel?

See, I’m cursing too much…I don’t like how this is making me react or feel. Then, I realize what I just said to my best friend and I grab her hand.

“Look, Simmy, I’m sorry I went off on you like that,” I said.

“It’s cool and I’m sorry if my wedding stuff is messing with your relationship,” Davia replied.

“It’s not your wedding…I’m happy for you, Seth is happy for his brother. Your wedding isn’t doing anything…it’s our conflicting feelings…on lots of things. I just didn’t realize how much I didn’t know about him, you know?” I asked as Davia nodded.

“When you began to get deeply involved in a relationship, you find out a lot of things about your partner, some good, some bad. But that’s just part of the process…especially when love is involved. And to answer your quote, unquote, moonlight and roses response, you of all people know what I went through to get Jackson. A guy who couldn’t commit, a man who was straight, then bisexual, then gay. I’ve been through some crap that only soap operas write about…so me getting a good man finally is just God’s way of rewarding me for going through all the strife and pain as I see it. And yes, I’m happy, but I had to work for this happy. I denied it and fought it, then embraced it, then fought like hell for it again…and you gotta fight too, I’m sorry to say. If you want Seth, you gotta fight,” Davia said, giving it to me straight as usual.

“I hear what you’re saying, but I’m tired of fighting…it’s doing something to me. I’m not acting like normal Bree, Simmy,” I said.

“And that’s not good. You never, ever stop being you, Bree, not for anyone. The first thing you have to do is take care of yourself because your students need you and we need you. Also, have you ever sat down to think about what a big feat Seth being with you and being in a relationship without cheating on you is? It’s pretty huge! You never really thought about how much of an adjustment it would be for him just being with one woman and falling in love, huh?” Davia asked.

“No…not really,” I said honestly.

“It just sounds like he’s scared, Bree Bree,” Davia stated.

“I don’t want him to be scared. I just want him to be open to marrying me in a few years…that’s not much to ask, is it?” I asked.

“It is when you think about what kind of shit Seth was doing a year and some change ago. He did a complete 360 with his life when he fell for you…which absolutely was the best thing for him, in my opinion, but you can’t expect him to be ready to walk down the aisle when he’s just getting used to not sticking and moving on the regular with different chicks. It’s a process, Brianna. But, it’s a process that he has to go through and complete. I was under the impression that he was done with the process, but maybe he’s not. The question is, are you willing to just let him keep using all of that as an excuse not to move forward and discuss the future or what? You decide if you can deal with it…you decide. I need to talk to Carrie (our bridal assistant) and then we can go, okay?” Davia stated as I nodded yes.

Damn, Simmy. You always knew how to just go there. Why couldn’t I do that? Every time she speaks like that, she always gives me a lot to think about…always.
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Seth

A few months later…after Davia’s wedding

This is the part where you all begin to hate me. I don’t want you to hate me, but this had to happen. I didn’t want it to…but it did.

I love Brianna, but lately, we haven’t been talking or getting along. What the hell am I talking about…this shit has been going on for months. I mean, it got worse after my brother’s wedding…maybe because I hinted that we weren’t going to be walking down the aisle as husband and wife for a long time. Yeah, I know that was mean, but it was the truth. I’m not gonna ask Brianna to marry me when I’m not ready yet and I don’t feel it yet…I just don’t.

I’m tired of the questions and the nagging about why I don’t want to get married now or a few years from now…I just don’t! I’m tired of explaining how I feel about this or that and as much as I love her, it’s getting on my nerves, and now I’m going to do something that I know I’m going to regret.

“Hi, Seth…working late?” the sultry voice asked from the doorway to my office.

“Hey Camilla…and yeah. I have a lot of deadlines…you know how it is,” I said looking at her from head to toe. She was dressed in a s.exy, navy blue business suit and I had to admit, she looked good. She reminded me of my carefree days when I was just busting a nut and jettin’…yeah, those were the days. Camilla walked into my office and closed the door. She walked up to my desk and smiled.

“Yeah, I know. I had some stuff to catch up on since I was on vacation last week. I saw your light on and wanted to see if you wanted to catch dinner with me or do you have to run it past your girlfriend first?” she asked.

“I don’t have to check in with Brianna to have dinner with you, Camilla,” I said as she walked over to my desk, sat in front of me and crossed her gorgeous, long legs.

“Well, what about other things, Seth?” Camilla asked as she slowly licked her lips.

“What are you talking about, Cami?” I asked, knowing full well what she was talking about.

“Like me…someone you used to fuck, sitting in your office, looking at your dick, wishing it was inside me right now, pounding me, making me scream…things like that. Would she be okay with you going to dinner with me if she knew I had those thoughts about her sexy ass boyfriend?” Camilla asked as she walked over to me. I was sitting in my chair and she made her way to kneel in front of me.

No, I can’t do this. I know how this goes. If this girl gets her hands on my dick, it’s all over. I can’t resist her for long. Don’t let her…and there’s her hand rubbing my dick. Damn. It felt sooo good…so good.

“I don’t think she would. Look, Cami, stop! I’m in love with my girl. Come on,” I whispered, but I didn’t do a thing to stop her from taking my boy from out of my pants and into her hands. Camilla looked at me with a s.exy grin as she licked those full lips of hers.

“I know you love her…but something’s not right…especially if you’re letting me do this…and this,” she whispered as the tip of her tongue licked the head of my penis. Damn, that felt good. I felt my hands go to the top of her head.

“Besides…what’s love got to do with it? I’m not trying to mess up your thing, Seth. I just wanna taste you in my mouth again…maybe get a nut…that’s all. She doesn’t have to know, Seth…you don’t have to tell her. You know that I don’t kiss and tell, so what’s the worry? Come on, Seth…work with me…and I'll work you,” she whispered and the next thing I know, she’s taking me into her mouth and sucking the shit out of my dick. My hands went right into her hair and I let her give me one of the best blowjobs ever. Then, I fucked her on my desk. The thing is, I didn’t think about Brianna the whole time this was going on. But after was a different story. I was wracked with guilt and so sorry...baby, I'm sorry. Brianna, I'm so sorry...what did I do?

I fucked up...I completely fucked up!

I love her…I do. Why did I just do something so stupid? I'm so sorry. What the fuck is wrong with me?

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Brianna

A few weeks later

You know how you know something is wrong? You just feel it. Well, for the last few months, I haven’t been seeing Seth or talking to him. He’s been working a lot at work and so have I. In addition to my classes at the studio, I’ve been choreographing more new artists, and I’ve been working on this next video for Conrad. He was flying me out to LA in three months to rehearse and shoot it. When I left before, Seth wasn’t happy, but he was glad that I was growing with my choreography, but he wasn’t pissed. This time, it was like…see you later, baby. I’ll get at you when you get back.

I knew something was wrong. I felt it…something wasn’t right. He turned me down for sex for an entire week and he had been working late a whole helluva lot, which led me to one conclusion.

He’s fucking somebody. I know it. I don’t know who, but he’s fuckin’ around and it ain’t with me.

I was at the studio one Friday evening, finishing my intermediate modern dance class when I received a phone call. I caught my breath, took a gulp of water and told Stacy, my assistant manager to put them on speaker phone in my office. I sat in the chair and said, “Hello, this is Brianna.”

“Hey fire,” Conrad said in that sexy voice of his. I smiled as I settled into my chair.

“Hi. What’s going on? Did the video get moved up?” Brianna asked.

“No, we’re still on the same schedule because of the movie I just finished wrapping up and all of the appearances that I have, so no," he said.

"0h, I'm just surprised to hear from you, that's all. Aren't you in London?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I was thinking about you and I decided to check in on you. Why the surprise? We talk a few times a month?" he asked.

I smiled. "I know, it's just that..."

"Oh...I see. Were you thinking about me? Do you miss me?” Conrad asked teasingly. He always teased me like that, but the truth is...I did miss him. We talked often, most of the time about business, but sometimes we talked about other things as well.

“I’m too busy to miss you,” which was the truth.

“Uh huh…right. So, how are you doing, ma?” Conrad asked.

“I’m alright,” I said, so far from the truth that it was ridiculous.

“It doesn’t sound like you’re alright…you sound like you’re distracted. I’ll let you go, Bree if…” Conrad began, but I stopped him.

“No…my bad. I’m just having one of those days, you know? So, I know you’re calling me to ask how I’m coming with the choreography…don’t worry, it’s coming and what I have so far is hot,” I stated.

“Oh, I know that…I’m not worried about that. I called because…I missed you,” Conrad said and I smiled. I know I shouldn’t have, but I smiled.

“You miss little ole me?” I asked as he laughed.

“Yeah. I had fun with you in New York and I haven’t talked to you in a month, so yeah. I mean, we are friends, right? It is okay for me to just talk to you just to see how you are, isn’t it?” he asked. If that wasn’t sweet, I don’t know what is.

“Of course it is,” I said.

“I’m just sayin’…you’re good people, Bree. You’re cool as a fan, ma, and…you’re a nice chic, Bree. I just like talking to you. That’s why I called. Wait, hold on, fire,” he said as I heard someone tell him he had five minutes.

“I’m sorry about that, sweetheart. So, you haven’t been to L.A. have you?” he asked.

“Nope. I’m really excited. I know I may not get to do a lot of sight seeing since I’m going to be there in a strictly professional capacity,” I said smiling as he laughed.

“Yeah, strictly professional because you know I’m a slave driver,” he said sarcastically.

“Yeah, you do make me work hard…but it’s all worth it in the end,” I stated.

“It definitely is…maybe when you get here, I can take you out for a few days to show you around…since I have a good in with the boss and all,” Conrad said as I laughed.

“That sounds like fun…count me in,” I said, feeling better the more I talked to him.

“Good. I’m going to make sure you have a good time, sweetheart. Don’t worry. Hey, Bree, I have to go. I’m glad I got to talk to you. You made my day. I hope your night gets better, ma,” Conrad said and I smiled.

“Thank you…I feel better. I wonder why?” I asked.

“Yeah, me too. I’ll holla at you soon, pretty. I’m out…later,” Conrad said.

“Bye,” I replied as I hung up the phone. During that entire call, I didn’t think about Seth one time, and that in itself was not good. I picked up the phone and called his cell phone to see if he wanted to have a late dinner with me. He didn’t answer, and usually when he doesn’t answer his phone, it means he’s busy with work.

I decided to just go to his job and bring him something to eat. Something had been eating at me all day and it kept telling me to just show up at his job…just show up.

Well, what I found was exactly what I thought. I went to his office and found that bitch Camilla riding him in his chair. I slammed the door, dropped the food on the floor, told him we were through and left. He tried to run after me, but I was too quick. I cried so much that I could barely see as I drove. I don’t remember how I got home, but I did. He called me, he came to my house, he knocked…I just didn’t answer. I let him tell me about how he was feeling closed in and he didn’t want to hurt me and how much he loved me, but things just weren’t right and yada, yada, yada.

I didn’t have anything to say to Seth as he stood outside my door. I opened it and let him see my tear soaked face. I let him see what he did. Then, I punched the shit out of him and I said, “I hope she was worth it. Now get the fuck out of my face and stay the fuck out of my life!” I slammed the door, I locked the door and I just went to bed and cried myself to sleep. I didn’t think he would hurt me. I didn’t believe that he would cheat on me, but I knew what Seth was about when we met, but he changed…but I guess some things don’t go away. But hey, they say all good things must eventually come to an end. And we were through.

I’m going to get through this…I always do. Just like my girl Chrisette Michelle says,

Ima be Ok,
Ima be Ok,
I’ll survive,
I’ll be fine,
I won’t cry no way

But that’s bullshit…I have to cry. I can’t help it. I have to cry.

Chapter 22

Seth

Two months later…

Man, this wedding and baby stuff is bananas. Brianna is like a wedding planner on crack. I mean, she said that she wanted to get things done and in about two weeks, we’re going to be getting married. My mama and her mother were so excited and once they met, they became fast friends. They were all like speed freaks the way they attacked this wedding shit. But, I guess when you have access to cash and credit cards and shopping is involved, you can never underestimate the will of a woman.

Oh, and the woman went through a list of 10 Ob-Gyn’s before settling on the right one. We have an appointment today for an ultrasound and I’m pretty syked. Brianna and this pregnancy stuff so far is a mixture of her being sick and incredibly horny, to hungry and cranky, to sleepy and emotional. Also, she’s showing a little bump already, but then again, the woman eats like four men now, so I guess it's to be expected. And yes, when I feel like pulling my fuckin' hair out, I get out of her way and sometimes, high quality alcohol and video games with my brother and friends are involved.

Hey, I had to cope in some sort of fashion with seeing fuckin' sample bouquets and menus and shit. Give me a break.

Truthfully, as much of a rollercoaster ride that this wedding and baby stuff is, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As I walked into my mother’s house, I was shocked to see that she was home because she’d been helping Davia almost every day since she had the baby. Yes, I’m a proud uncle as of a few months ago. Davia and Jackson had a baby boy named Gabriel Tyler Aldridge, 8 lbs, 8 oz. Even though I said he looked like the old guy on the Quaker Oats canister when he was born, he’s grown on me and I have to admit, he’s a cute little sucker. He’s got this really light tan color with curly, light brown hair and Jackson’s green eyes. He looks just like my brother when he was a baby. I’ve never seen Jackson so excited. I guess when my kid arrived, I’ll have that same stupid grin attached to my face all the time.

“Hey baby boy, give me a minute,” my mother said as she laughed into the phone. I waited for a few minutes and she ended her call. I kissed her on the cheek and she gave me a huge hug.

“Hey mama. I’m surprised you’re home?” I said.

“Oh, Davia had to bring Gabe to his 2 month check-up, so I decided to just come on home. You know I’ll be right back over there first thing tomorrow,” my mother replied with a grin as I nodded in agreement. I knew she would be there because she loved that kid. I saw how she cooed and talked to the baby and I was really glad that my baby would have a great grandmother like her.

“Yes, I know,” I replied.

“How’s Brianna doing? Is she still really sick?” my mother asked.

“Yeah, and it’s the weirdest thing. Her mom said she wasn’t nearly as sick with Brianna, but maybe it’s just different, I don’t know. She finally chose a doctor, so we’ll get to see what’s going on. I hope she’s okay,” I said. Brianna had been home for the last two days because she couldn’t stand for five minutes without needing to hurl. I know women are supposed to go through this, according to my mom and Davia, but I don’t like my baby being sick. It sucks.

“I’m sure she’s going to be fine. She just has a bad case of morning sickness. It was very mild when I carried Jackson, but it was horrible when I carried you. Just depends,” my mother replied.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said.

“Don’t worry too much, honey. She’s healthy and young. She just has to get through this first trimester. So, are you getting excited? I mean, you’re about to be a husband and a daddy really soon. You’re not thinking of running for the hills at the last moment, are you because if you do I’ll hunt you down and hurt you…really bad,” my mother said as I laughed.

“No, you’re going to get your wedding. I’m not going anywhere. I’m…well, I’m happy, mama,” I replied as she grinned at me.

“Really? I mean, you teased your brother mercilessly about his lack of freedom and everything. You’re really excited about all of this?” my mother asked.

I smiled at her before saying, “Yeah, I am. I mean, I tried to do it without her and I just couldn’t. At first, I really didn’t understand what was the big deal about marriage and all that stuff. But, now I know. Brianna’s the only woman that doesn’t take my crap and understands where I’m coming from. She knew I was a dog and she still gave me a chance. I fell for her and now I get to spend the rest of my life with her. It feels good to know that I’m going to be able to have someone who gets me and loves me for all my flaws and all by my side. I mean, the baby was kind of a surprise…,” I said but my mother narrowed her eyes at me and sucked her teeth.

“What?” I asked.

“Boy, who are you trying to fool? You got that girl pregnant as soon as she gave you the all clear to come back to her. I’m your mama. I know how you think,” my mother said as I laughed.

“Okay, maybe I did, but I’m glad. You always told me that everything would begin to make sense to me when I least expected it and as soon as I got my head out of my ass. I just knew that I couldn’t live without her. It was like I finally knew what I wanted and I just went after it, like I always do,” I said.

“More like you were marking your territory,” my replied as I grinned.

“Maybe I was. But, I’m good with everything, so it is what it is. Mama, I’m gonna be a daddy,” I replied as my mother laughed.

“I know and honestly, the thought of you procreating used to scare me shitless, but you’ve grown up so much and you’re not a self absorbed, womanizing, asshole anymore,” my mother said.

“Thanks for the positive, motivating words, mama,” I replied as she pat my cheek.

“Baby boy, you know it comes from love. If you can’t get the honest truth from me, you won’t get it from anyone, so take it,” my mother said.

“Yeah, I know that. I’m really glad that you do that, mama,” I said.

“I know. Besides, why would I tell you that you’re wonderful when you’re acting like a pervy little piss ant? And I think that’s one of the things that you see in Brianna. I heard her tell you that you were acting like a dickhead last week,” my mother replied.

“I was acting like a dickhead,” I replied.

“Well…be glad that you’re not with one of those mealy mouth women who just say yes to everything and doesn’t call you out on your shit. If you’re really comfortable with someone and you love them, you should be able to tell them the good and the not so good about themselves and they should be able to take it. I’m glad you have that,” my mother replied.

”I am, too. I’m just glad that she gave me a second chance and I don’t plan to screw this one up. I just…I love her mama,” I replied as my mother pat my shoulder.

“I know baby. I’m just glad that everything worked out,” my mother said.

“Me too, mama. Me too. Well, I’m out. I need to check on my baby,” I said with a smile.

“Oh, tell her I said hello and bring Brianna some of this homemade chicken soup and these cookies,” my mother said as she shoved two Tupperware containers into my hand. I opened the lid to the cookies and grinned.

“Double chocolate chip cookies,” I said as I grabbed one and took a bite. Damn, they were good. My mother slapped my hand.

“Those are for Brianna. If she wants to give you some, that’s on her, but I didn’t make them for you. Oh, and as soon as you get finished at the doctor, call me,” my mother replied as I leaned and kissed her on the cheek.

“Okay. Bye mama. Love you,” I replied as I walked to the door.

“I know, baby. I know. Drive safely,” she replied.

“I will,” I said as I walked out of the house. Once I reached my car, I looked to see if she was peeking out of the window. When I saw the coast was clear, I started my car and grabbed another cookie. Those things were good. Sue me.

Now, thanks to the union of sperm and egg I’m getting baked treats, too. Take that Jackson.

Life is good. Life is really good.

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Brianna

“Baby, are you excited because I’m excited. We get to see our baby today,” Seth replied, holding my hand in his as I sat on the examination table waiting for the doctor. He looked so damn hot in his navy blue suit and powder blue shirt, but I was too cranky to fully appreciate the sight.

“Woopty doo,” I replied.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, but don’t. I’m happy. Really, I am. I’m getting married in a few weeks to the sexy man of my dreams (and nightmares, but that's all in the past) and I’m having a baby. DaFa is busier than ever and Conrad has referred lots of singers my way, so my choreography career is booming. My life is on track and things are just great.

But…I’m a little pissed off. Not a lot, just a tad.

I’m pissed because I’m showing…really showing, so I had to alter my dress more. I seem to be getting fatter by the minute and it sucks. Simmy and Leenie were fucking stick figures at the beginning of their pregnancy compared to my fat ass. Why is this happening to me?

And Seth has been really great about my mood swings and shit, and I hate to be a bitch, but I’m tired of pissing every ten minutes, I’m tired of being sick and throwing up every fucking few hours and I’m tired of having the appetite of a sumo wrestler. Why couldn’t I be the cute pregnant chick like Simmy was? My face felt fat, I was sure that I had another chin coming in, and I had to buy maternity clothes already. Why me? Why?

It’s his fault I’m like this. It’s all his fault. Him and his satiny steel dick always wanting to be inside of me. Always with the “come on baby, one more time” or “I can’t get enough of you” bullshit.

That bastard. Him and his hypnotizing dick did this to me.

Why didn’t I say no to Seth and that dick of his? Why didn’t I make him wrap it up? I know why…because it felt so damn good and he fucked me soooo good. He always feels good and he always hits it so right. Lord, the boy knows how to use that weapon that he has. Um, he looks so good right now. I want to take him and rip off his clothes and ride his dick until it’s raw, I think to myself as he grins at me, making me want to fuck him even more.

Damn…these mood swings are horrible.

“Come on, Caramel smile for me. This is a good day,” Seth replied as he kissed my hand and grinned until I smiled at him. That gorgeous smile of his was made me feel better and when he smiled, I just followed suit.

“I know it is, but it would be an even better day if a chic could get a grilled cheese sandwich or a cheeseburger…maybe some chili cheese fries, some chocolate chip ice cream, or something. I’m hungry as hell,” I replied as he laughed.

And yes, I had been craving cheese…a lot.

“Don’t worry. I’ll feed you as soon as we leave, okay?” Seth replied, leaning over to peck me on the lips.

“As soon as we leave?” I asked.

“Yes, as soon as we leave,” Seth replied as my doctor, Dr. Gina Bryers walked in. Dr. Bryers was Simmy’s doctor and after I went through my list of 10, I came back to her because she was pretty good with Simmy during and after the birth. She was also a sister, which made me feel a lot more comfortable.

“Hello, Brianna. How are you?” Dr. Bryers asked.

“Pregnant,” I replied in a deadpanned voice as Dr. Bryers smiled at me. Seth squeezed my hand and gave me a look. I stuck my tongue at him as Dr. Bryers looked at my file.

“You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. And this must be daddy…Seth right?” Dr. Bryers asked as she shook Seth’s hand.

“Yes, Seth Aldridge. Nice to meet you,” he replied as he shook her hand. He was grinning from ear to ear and flashing that cute smile of his. Yeah, Dr. Bryers was a pretty sister, but he’d better not get any ideas and she had better not had any thoughts either. I hope Dr. Bryers wasn’t checking out my man because she would get beat down…or cut. I could probably do a lot of damage with some of the crap that was in this office.

Oh my God. I sound like a lunatic. Either my hormones were truly kicking my ass or Simmy has truly rubbed off on me.

Maybe it’s a mixture of both. Still, I knew my man only wanted me, but just to be on the safe side.

“We’re getting married in two weeks, so he’s not just going to be daddy. He’s going to be hubby too,” I replied as Seth focused his attention back on me and gave me the cute smile. Take that, you skinny, pretty, can fit into your jeans Dr. Heifer.

Oh yeah. I needed to eat and fast.

“Well, congratulations to the both of you. This is a very exciting time. I remember when my husband and I got married. I was so happy. I’m sure you two will be as well. Okay, Brianna, we’re going to do a quick pelvic exam and afterwards, we’ll take a look at your baby, okay?” she asked with a warm smile. This was a nice lady. She was going to take good care of me. I’m going to stop being a bitch to her.

But if she hurts me, I may not be responsible for my own actions. That’s all I’m gonna say.

“Okay,” I said. I sat through the pelvic exam and once the ultrasound began, she began to move the wand over my gel covered belly. That crap is cold, I thought as I pouted a little. Seth rubbed my hand and looked at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, which were full of concern.

“You okay, baby?” he asked.

I gave him a small smile and gripped his hand. “I’m good.”

Seth smiled back at me and mouthed, “I love you.”

See that right there made me want to kiss the hell out of him, but I couldn’t reach him at the time, so I just smiled right back at him and mouthed the same, “I love you, too.”

We kind of just stared at each other for a minute until I broke the trance and looked toward the monitor. Seth’s eyes then turned to the monitor and we both glued our eyes to the screen. As Dr. Bryers showed us our baby, I began to cry, especially when she showed us the heart.

“Very strong heartbeat. Very strong,” Dr. Bryers said as she smiled at me. Seth smiled and squeezed my hand.

“That’s our baby, Seth,” I whispered as the tears fell down my face.

“I know baby…I know,” he replied, as his head leaned towards mine, wiping my tears away and kissing my cheek at the same time. Then, I saw Dr. Bryers move the wand again and then she looked at us, then back at the screen, moving the wand. Wait…what the fuck?

“Just as I suspected…another heartbeat. Both very strong. Yes, it looks like you’re having twins Brianna. They’re both very healthy from what I can see…their weight and positioning is good. That’s why you’ve gained weight so quickly. It’s also the reason that your morning sickness has been so severe. It should go away in a few weeks,” Dr. Bryers replied.

Seth and I both looked at each other, shocked as hell. Two babies? Twins?! At first, I was excited and deliriously happy. Then, reality set in. Two babies! Seth’s swimmers were that damn strong? Oh shit, I was having two babies! Two!

“I don’t have twins in my family…Seth,” I exclaimed as I narrowed my eyes at him.

Seth shrugged his shoulders. “My grandmother, my mom’s mom was a twin and my aunt Rhoda and Colleen on my dad’s side are twins. Just didn’t think about it. But isn’t this cool, baby! Two babies! That’s awesome,” he replied as he smiled from ear to ear.

Cool! Awesome! Awesome my ass! I’m the one that has to push these puppies out, not him. What the hell?

“Now that we know that there are two babies we know exactly the direction that your pregnancy is going to go. Do you have any questions?” Dr. Bryers asked and that’s when my mouth started running.

Am I going to carry the twins the entire 9 months?
How much bigger am I going to get?
Am I still going to have to deliver by c-section or can I deliver vaginally?

I had other questions, but if I told them to you, the story wouldn’t move along and that’s what you guys want right? Right.

Later that night at Seth’s condo, I mean our condo, Seth was so happy and hyped that it was contagious. After he fed me, he went to his parent’s house to show them the ultrasound picture, then he went to my parents house and showed them. Everyone was so excited about the fact that I was having twins. I, however, was still in shock.

Seth jumped into bed next to me, his head in my lap, right next to my stomach. My fingers instinctively went to his dark blond hair, curling my fingers through the silky strands. His nose would softly rub against my tummy, with his lips caressing the skin of my belly.

“You’ve been pretty out of it, Mel. What’s the deal? I mean, I fed you. You should be happy as hell,” he replied. I yanked his hair as he laughed.

“Ha…you’re funny,” I replied as my fingers continued through his hair.

“No, I’m serious. Usually about this time, you’re smiling and ready for a nap, but you’ve just been sitting here with me and your eyes haven’t closed…and you’ve been really quiet…unusually quiet. That’s not like you. Aren’t you happy, baby?” Seth asked.

I was happy. I always wanted to be a mother. I was very happy. The problem was, I was scared shitless.

“Yes,” I replied, biting down lightly on my lower lip.

“You’re scared out of your fuckin’mind, aren’t you?” Seth asked as his head slowly turned in my lap so that he was looking at me.

“Oh God yes,” I said.

“Well, so am I. I mean, a few years ago, would you have pegged me as father material? Hell no! I’m just as scared as you, but I know we can do this. Besides, we’re not alone. We have our family and friends. And yeah, I know I’m not the one that’s having the babies, but I’m going to try to make your life as easy and stress free as possible,” Seth said as he stared into my eyes, his hand reaching up to caress my cheek. He looked at me with so much love. I really did love him too, I thought as I looked at him.

Honestly, Seth has been wonderful. He brings me lunch on the days that I don’t order out and whenever I have a craving for something, he gets it for me. When I’m in a pissy mood, he lets me go through it and he leaves me the fuck alone. When I’m in a good mood, he makes it better. He’s just been really good about everything.

I looked into his blue eyes and smiled. “Well, that’s the least you can do.”

He laughed and said. “Besides, I don’t want my babies being born with some kind of nervous disorder or something, because you’re all stressed out or whatever. Just relax and let daddy take care of you.” Seth gave me that sexy smile and winked at me as his hands found their way to my belly. His long fingers caressed it gently with his fingertips.

I laughed. “Daddy, huh?”

“Yeah, daddy. I’m gonna take care of all my babies. Just don’t work yourself up too much, Caramel. I got you. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. Alright?” Seth replied as I nodded yes in agreement.

“You’d better not. Besides, it’s your fault that I’m in this predicament,” I stated.

Seth sat up next to me and put his face in his hand, balancing on his elbow. “It’s not just my fault. You could have said no…each and every time you could have said no, but you didn’t. And you want to know why?” he asked as he pulled me on top of him. I pushed my hair out of my face and saw that mischievous grin of his as his hands softly held my waist.

I looked down into those sparkling eyes and grinned. “Why?”

I felt his fingers creep under my yellow night shirt, and grip my ass in both hands. “Because you wanted it just as much as I did.”

“Really?” I asked as I felt his hands caress my stomach. Then he sat up and I adjusted myself in his lap, feeling his erection hard and hot between my thighs. He leaned over and nibbled on my bottom lip before kissing me gently. In between soft kisses, he spoke.

“Yes, really. Not only did you want it, but you know how good it is between us. It’s always incredible, baby. That’s why you couldn’t say no. That’s why you can never say no,” he whispered as he stared into my eyes, smiling before his tongue finally entered my mouth to taste mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt the stickiness of my panties against my sex, a result of his kisses and his caresses. We kissed for a few minutes, and then I felt his lips leave mine to kiss my chin and my neck. Seth’s hands went to my heavy breasts and I groaned.

“Oooh…softer. They’re really sensitive,” I whispered as he looked at me and gave me a peck on my lips, his hands caressing my breasts softly, but so good that I became more wet.

“I’m sorry baby. Like that?” he whispered as he palmed my breasts, his fingers catching the nipples and pulling them gently.

“Yes, like that. That feels so good,” I whispered as I indulged in the feel of his fingers and hands on my breasts. I felt his head dip and my back arched as his tongue licked my right nipple as his left hand gripped my left breast. His tongue gently pulled my nipple between his teeth and lips. It felt so good, I thought moaning deeply.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as his he looked at me while feasting on my breasts. My fingers went to his head to keep them attached to my breasts.

“Seth,” I whispered as I began to rub my pussy along his dick. For several minutes, I moved against him and I couldn’t stop because it felt good. I heard him groan and I began to move faster, my orgasm right within my grasp. He kept his lips and hands on my breasts and I ground my sex along the ridge of his hardness, my hips moving faster and faster.

Seth continued to make love to my breasts as he whispered, “That’s right baby, move your pussy all over my dick. Make yourself come.” That’s all it took. Those few words and a few more movements and I was coming.

“Oh, OH, OH,” I yelled with my eyes closed as I felt my sex spasm and clench. I began to arch my back and how Seth pulled my panties off, I have no idea, but when I felt his hands on the small of my back and the thrust of his dick inside of my wet pussy, I moaned his name. Damn, he felt so good. My arms went around his neck as he thrust up into me, his dick grazing my clit. It felt so good, I thought as I opened my eyes. I looked down into Seth’s eyes and began to move with him. He licked his lips as he stared at me while we moved together. He leaned up and kissed me. We really just couldn’t say anything. We were just too caught up in the moment and how it felt. We moaned, we groaned and we fucked each other slowly and deeply. I felt so close to him.

We were going at it and he was so deep he pulled his lips away from mine and asked, “Are you okay baby? Is this good?”

He didn’t want to hurt me or do anything to our babies. How sweet. The only thing that would hurt right now is if he stopped fucking me.

I kissed his lips and said, panting, “Yes, so good. Don’t stop.”

Then, I felt him lift me up and lay my back against the bed, pulling my left leg over his shoulder and hooking my right around his waist. His fingers found my clit as he moved inside of me. I felt so full of him and he was hitting my spot and everything else. I needed this at the moment. I needed him.

“You feel so fuckin’ good. Shit,” he whispered as I began to move harder against him. He smiled at me because he knew what I wanted. Just a little harder. He began to move harder and faster, my hands gripping his sexy ass. Several minutes went by and we moved together, not wanting to stop. We moved like that for quite some time. Then, I felt him withdraw from me, pushing my legs open wide. When I felt his tongue lick my kitty, I moaned. After a few licks, his tongue moved inside of my pussy, spearing my hot insides. I screamed for him to stop, but he wouldn’t and after a few minutes, he pulled my entire pussy into his mouth and sucked it, his tongue wrapping around my clit, tugging it further into his mouth.

I lost it. I completely lost it. My toes curled and my eyes crossed and that’s when I screamed.

“Ooooh…shit! Seth!” I came so hard and I screamed so loud that I may have cracked the dresser mirror. He wouldn’t remove his mouth, continually sucking and eating my pussy until I came again…and again…and again.

He finally had mercy on me and once again, I felt his hard, thick, silky cock inside of my wet, hot, pussy. I felt so full, matching my thrusts to his as he grinded into me slowly and deeply.

“Seth…I don’t think I can come anymore,” I whispered as I looked up at him. His eyes were partially closed, but he opened them once he saw me.

“Yes you can…for me, baby…I want to feel you come. Come for me, Brianna,” he whispered as his fingers found my clit once more.

“Seth…I’m cumming,” I moaned as my legs tightened along with the walls of my sex, clinging to his hard dick, pulling him deeper as my orgasm hit me.

“I know…I can feel you…I can see you,” he whispered as he began a steady thrust and a few minutes later, he was pulling me closer as he began to come inside of me. I felt a several deep thrusts, and I heard his breath catch.

“Brianna, fuck, I’m cumming,” he growled, thrusting into me. I felt his hot seed spurt inside of me and I pulled him closer, his head falling gently between my neck and shoulder. We began to catch our breath and once I felt lips kissing my neck and shoulder, I sighed.

“That was for you, baby,” he whispered as I rubbed his sweat slicked back. He began to lay next to me and pull my head on his chest.

“Thank you,” I replied as he kissed my head. I looked at him and he was smiling and he looked so content. We laid there for several minutes, doing that after glow thing. He looked like he was as peace with his life and knowing that I had something to do with that made me feel good.

“No…thank you. That was fuckin’ amazing,” he whispered as I ran my fingers along his smooth chest. The man was so beautiful, I thought as I took him in.

“Um, I know. Seth?” I asked.

“Yes, baby?” Seth asked, his deep voice rumbling the way that it did after sex..

“Can you get me some ice cream?” I asked as he laughed.

“Ice cream? Cookie dough or Fudge Chocolate Brownie?” he asked.

“Fudge Chocolate Brownie. And some white chocolate macadamia nut cookies…please?” I asked as he looked at me. He kissed me on the lips and stood up, giving me a view of his great ass. He pulled on a pair of grey jogging pants and looked at me again.

“You’re lucky that you’re cute. I should be in a coma after coming as hard as I did, but I’m getting you ice cream and cookies. Damn. I must really love your ass,” he replied as he was about to pull on his shirt. He couldn’t do that. He was so hard and muscled and sexy. I loved the view.

“If you really love me, you wouldn’t put that shirt on,” I said as I smiled. Seth grinned and threw the shirt to the side.

“Thank you,” I yelled as he walked to the kitchen.

“Uh huh. I’m not done with you yet. You’re gonna eat this snack and then I'm gonna wear that ass out,” Seth said as I yawned.

“Uh huh...okay,” I said.

I think I fell asleep, because all I felt were kisses on my cheek and I heard Seth whisper, “You owe me.”

Then, I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me close. I heard him whisper, “I love you, baby. Sweet dreams.” He kissed my cheek and hugged me to him, his hands falling on my tummy.

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Seth

Months later

Hello, everybody. It’s been awhile, and I’m sorry about not giving you guys your Seth time, but hey, we’ve been busy. We got married and now we’re just waiting for Brianna to go into labor. It should be any day now.

Our wedding was amazing. I still didn’t see what was the big deal about flowers and dresses and shit, but once I saw Brianna and how happy it made her, it was worth going through all of it. We went to Hawaii for our honeymoon and if she wasn’t already knocked up, she would have been. I think we had sex on every surface and natural landscape imaginable. Yeah, it was nice. Very nice.

We decided that my condo would be home. I don’t know who that woman thinks she’s trying to fool. She plotted it from the very beginning when she chose the place. And now, she’s taken complete control of the closet. What did I get? One rack, a fuckin’shelf and a little floor space. I had to put the rest of my stuff in the guest bedroom closet. Ain’t that some shit?

Brianna is beside herself because she can’t do anything right now. At first, she was able to go to the studio and work, but now she can’t. She had to go on maternity leave at 6 months. She’s so cute and all you can see is her pretty little face and her huge belly. She keeps saying that she looks like a beached whale, but the way she’s waddling around the house…and yeah she looks a little like a caramel, beached whale, but she’s fuckin’ adorable. She’s been bitching and moaning about being fat, but I told her that she was pregnant. She’s supposed to be fat.

Okay, that little remark got me a slap upside the head, and put out of the bedroom for a few nights, but come on! How in the hell did she expect to carry twins without gaining weight?

My little nephew Gabe is getting bigger. He’s almost walking and he’s the spitting image of Jackson. He’s smart as hell and he has these big green eyes that suckers everyone into doing what he wants. Except for me. He’s my little dude, but game recognizes game. His parents are always kissing or grinding on each other like fuckin’ teenagers. It’s good to see that they love each other so much, but I get tired of seeing them act like dogs in heat all of the time. Geez.

When I left this morning, Brianna was crankier than usual. She’s in her eighth month and she just wants to die, as she puts it. I wanted to make her feel better, so I went to her favorite breakfast spot and got her some pancakes, bacon, fried eggs, ham and grits. That’s what she felt like eating, so that’s what I got. Then, while I was on my way home, I got a call. It was from Brianna.

“Hey wifey. Did you want me to pick something up?” I asked as I drove away from my office.

“No. Seth, I’m at the hospital,” Brianna replied as calm as you please.

“You’re where? Without me?!” I exclaimed as I headed in the direction of the hospital.

“Yes, but will you calm down? I’m the one that has to do all the work,” she replied.

“My bad, Caramel. How are you? Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes, baby I’m fine. Just feeling a little pressure, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Would you do me a favor and go to the house and get my suitcase. I don’t have it,” Brianna replied.

“No problem baby. Who brought you to the hospital?” I asked.

“Mommy. I was at her house and I started feeling pains. I thought it was just gas. Then, my water broke. Then, mommy called daddy and Mama Pat and Davia, and Falene and they’re all here…everyone is here,” she replied, still calm. My fingers gripped the steering wheel as I drove faster going to my condo.

“Everyone except me. Wait, your water broke! Why didn’t you call me?” I asked.

“Seth, would you relax?…I’m only about 2 cm and you’re not missing anything but me laying in the bed. These stubborn ass kids of yours want to take their time. I’ll see you when you get here,” she replied.

“Okay. Hey, don’t start without me,baby,” I said as she laughed.

“Like I have any control over that. Be careful on your way here. I love you,” she said.

I grinned into the phone. “I love you, too. See you in a few.” I pressed end and I reached our house in record time, grabbed the suitcase, threw my suit jacket onto the sofa and left.

I was going to be someone’s dad in a few hours. Wow.

Hey, everyone…pray for my kids. They’re going to need it.

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Seth

Okay, so this is what happened. Ms. “I’m only 2 cm” began to dilate and once I got to the hospital she was at 6cm. A few hours later and now, we’re in the delivery room.

I have to say that I like medical stuff and gross shit and watching this is fascinating to me. Too bad my girl is in so much pain. Yeah, she didn’t want any drugs and now she’s feeling the brunt of natural childbirth…with twins.

Then, when the pain really hit her, she wanted the drugs, but the window of opportunity had passed. I feel so bad for her. I wish I could take her pain away. Damn, she’s strong. Damn I love her.

Thank God I’m not going through this shit.

“This is so cool. I didn’t know it could stretch that wide. Wow, is that one of my kid’s head?” I said as I looked at my wife giving birth. Whoa…the baby’s head is kind of big. Is it really coming out of that little hole?

“No, it’s not. Your eyes are just deceiving you. Yes it’s a head…didn’t the doctor just say it was a head?” Brianna exclaimed as she gripped my hand. Damn, she’s strong.

“Yes…wow, baby…are you okay?” I asked. I know it was a dumb ass question to ask, but I wanted to know.

“I’m just sweating like a pig with my va-jay-jay on display for fuckin’ kicks! No, I’m not okay! Seth, baby, if you love me, you would really just shut the hell up and let me squeeze your got damn hand…or let me punch you in the face…either way, it would help…ow, ow, whoo, whoo,” Brianna said as Dr. Bryers told her to push. I encouraged her as well and as Brianna began to push, I just looked at her, then between her legs in complete awe.

Damn, she’s strong.

“I’m sorry baby. Shit, how am I going to compete with that? You sure there’s nothin’ wrong with my kid because my baby’s head is huge! Is the baby’s head supposed to be that big? I’m feeling a little inadequate right now…” I began but as Dr. Bryers urged her to push, Brianna groaned, squeezed the fuck out of my hand and growled at me.

“Fuck you and your inadequacies!! I’m pushing out two babies here because of you and your extra special sperm! Would you shut the fuck up and let me get this over with?! This really hurts!” she said.

“My bad baby. I love you,” I said as I caught her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, all that. OOOH,” Brianna yelled as she pushed.

“One more push and the first baby will be out, Brianna. Push,” Dr. Bryers replied and then I heard crying. I saw the first baby, a boy and I smiled like a kid in a candy store. Several minutes later, Brianna delivered our daughter and I couldn’t help the tears that fell as I cut the cord. They were so tiny. They looked a little gross and tired, but hey that couldn’t be helped. Look at what the kids just squeezed through. Brianna fell back against the bed, exhaustion and sweat all over her face. I kissed her on the lips.

“You did good, baby. You did so good,” I replied.

“Uh huh. I don’t think I want to do this again. That wasn’t fun at all,” Brianna whispered as I wiped her forehead with a wet cloth.

“I know, but it’s over now,” I whispered as I kissed her forehead. After a few minutes, we were presented with our clean newborn twins, Austin Jacob Aldridge and Leah Madison Aldridge. Austin was 6 minutes older than Leah, and from what I could see, both were kind of wrinkly looking.

Shit. I hope my kids don’t look like old guys for too long.

Then, I was able to hold Leah in my arms while Brianna held Austin and I began to look at their features. They were really a mixture of both of us. Wow. I checked to make sure they had all their fingers and toes and everything was as it should be. Thank you God.

I changed my mind. They were amazing. They were beautiful. Perfect.

Just like Brianna.

Damn. How did I get so lucky?

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Brianna

Epilogue—8 months later…

Can I just tell you that I love my babies? Really, I love them. And so did everyone else. Especially their father.

If you guys could see Seth with them, you would not recognize him. He’s constantly talking to them and hugging them and kissing them. He really loves them, and they love their daddy…especially Leah. Definitely a daddy’s girl, that one.

Austin and Leah are these beautiful little tan wonders that made me thankful that I was alive. Austin had sandy hair and hazel eyes and Leah had my eyes and black curls. They were both laying on a pallet on the floor kicking their feet playing with their baby gym and babbling as I made dinner.

I went back to the studio three months ago and it was so hard to leave the twins at first, but I had plenty of help. Between my mommy and mama Pat, I didn’t have to worry about daycare and I knew they were in the best hands.

My godson Gabriel…let me tell you, he’s going to break hearts. He has his momma’s mouth and his father’s smile. He’s so smart and sooo cute…that’s my little man. He loves his cousins and they love him.

And he’s definitely related to Seth. I’m hoping that we don’t have a Seth part II in the family.

“Hey beautiful,” Seth said as he walked in the door. I heard him put his keys in the tray on the foyer table and put away his jacket.

“Hey baby. You’re home kind of early,” I said as he smiled, stopping in his tracks as he saw the babies talking and playing on the pallet on the floor. I knew he was itching to get down there with them and sure enough, he got down there and began talking to them and kissing them, blowing raspberries on their chubby little bellies. Then, he told them he would be right back and began to come towards the kitchen. Lord, he looked gorgeous I thought, taking in the grey suit and the powder blue shirt opened at the neck.

“Yeah, I finished up early today so I could get an early start on the weekend with my fam. Is that alright with you, sexy?” Seth asked as he walked into the kitchen towards me.

I smiled. “That’s more than alright,” I said as he pulled me by my waist into his arms, grinned, then captured my lips in a passionate kiss. I dropped the utensil in my hand and Seth curled his body into mine, and wrapped those strong arms of his around me. His lips felt so good against mine and when his tongue slowly stroked mine, I moaned pushing closer into him. I felt him getting hard and his hands grabbed my ass. I pulled away after a few minutes, laughing as he kissed my neck.

“Did you have a good day?” I asked as he continued to kiss me.

“It was okay. It’s a lot better now. How was yours?” he asked from my neck. Those soft lips of his were now nibbling my skin, making me hold him closer.

“Busy,” I said, enjoying the embrace that I was in.

“Um, Mel, you smell so good. You’re so soft,” as his lips tattooed along my neck as I laughed some more.

“Thank you. I know little Seth wants to play, but not now. Later,” I said as he looked down into my eyes, that sexy grin that I fell in love with shining at me. His hands were roaming all over my plaid boxer covered behind and one hand was inching up my white wife beater.

“You promise?” he asked.

“Yes. Now, get out. I have to finish cooking,” I said as Seth leaned over and kissed my neck once more before leaving the kitchen. He slapped my behind and said, “Sexy ass,” before walking quickly to our babies.

“Alright daddy's back! What did I miss?” Seth asked the twins as they babbled to him. I looked over the counter and saw Seth on the floor talking to both Le-le and Austin, who were both now on top of his chest.

I smiled as I watched my family. Wow. We’ve come so far. He loves me. I love him. We’re together. We’re happy. Damn, it was that simple. It was that easy. Why didn’t we just get it right the first time?

I know why. Because nothing good comes easy. And as you all know, this journey between Seth and I was hard…very hard.

It’s amazing. We were chasing love and we had it all along. Who knew?