Thong on Fire (26 page)

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ASIR
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was born at 9:14 that night.

He weighed five pounds and two ounces.

I pushed him outta my ass, but his father named him. Free’s little brother had been named Nasir Omar Moore, so he wanted to pass on that name but with a little twist. I went along with it, figuring it was better than naming the boy François Junior, after Free.

Free and Tai was both by my side the whole time I was in labor, encouraging me, praising my little weak-ass pushes, wiping sweat off my face and holding my hands. Tai had her cheeks puffed out real big trying to show me how to breathe right, and Free just kept saying, “I can’t wait. I just can’t wait!”

And he didn’t have to either. I had only been in the labor room for about twenty minutes when I felt like I was taking a big shit and the baby slid right outta me.

Free cut his cord and wiped him off and whatnot, then gave him to me to hold.

“Here’s your mommy, Nasir. Let mommy see what kinda beautiful thing she did today.”

I took him. He looked wrinkled and his mouth was wide open and screaming. He had a lot of straight black hair, and his eyes were just like Kimichi’s. Asian. But Tai pointed to his ears and said he was probably gonna be dark like Free, and he was definitely gonna be handsome.

I was glad when a nurse took him away to be weighed and measured. I was tired already, but nobody seemed to give a damn about that. About an hour later they brought the baby into my private room all wrapped up in a blanket. The only thing you could see was the top of his head, which they had covered with some kinda baby skully. Free and Tai were going on and on over him, and after a while I thought they were getting kinda carried away.

My room was filled up with so many flowers and balloons and teddy bears it was crazy. Free had bought most of it, and I guess Tai had bought the rest. The nurses tried to get me to give Nasir my breast milk, but just the thought of it turned me off.

“You can do this, Saucy,” Free said, his eyes lighting up as Nasir’s lips tried to get to my big titty. “You can do it!”

Well I didn’t wanna fuckin’ do it!

But I did. But only for about ten seconds. That shit hurt so bad I snatched him off me and handed him right back to Free. It was bottles all the way after that, because they were my titties and I refused to cooperate.

My body felt real nasty after giving birth. I didn’t even get no stitches but my stuff still felt stank and wide open. Free musta known better than to take me back to Jersey, because as soon as me and the baby was discharged he had a spanking limo waiting outside the hospital ready to take us back to his apartment. He had a car seat in it and all kinds of baby toys, and he put Nasir in himself and even buckled him up.

Unfortunately, Aunt Mercy Ann was waiting when we got to the apartment, and when Free saw the look on my face he started explaining shit in a hurry.

“Aunt Mercy Ann is just gonna help us out for a little while, Saucy. You ain’t used to getting up all night with a baby, so it’s gonna be hard until we get adjusted.”

He had went bananas making the extra bedroom into a nursery for Nasir, and there was a bed in there for Aunt Mercy Ann, next to a crib and a changing table and diaper bags and whatnot. I hadn’t bought one thing for the baby while I was pregnant, but Free had thought of everything. Wipes, powder, all that.

“Tai picked out the animal kingdom stuff,” Free told me. The wallpaper, rug, and comforters in Nasir’s crib had all kinds of animals on them.

I nodded. The room was cool, but I wanted to make sure Aunt Mercy Ann knew to stay her ass in the room with the baby and the hell away from me.

“I’m not pregnant no more, Free. I don’t need nobody watching me.”

He hugged me and kissed my lips softly. “This is help for you, Saucy. I swear, it’s just help. Nothing else.”

I had to give it to Aunt Mercy Ann, though. She helped all right. That heffah straight took over. She changed all Nasir’s diapers, boiled his bottles and put the milk in them, washed his clothes out in the sink by hand, and fed him and rocked him at night when he cried. I didn’t have to do much of nothing except hold him every now and then, but that didn’t last long because Free was all over him and Tai was forever coming over holding him and singing to him too.

It didn’t take me long to get tired of the whole scene. After spending three months on lockdown in Jersey, I was bored as hell. I was getting outta the shower about three weeks after I had Nasir, and I stood in front of the mirror for about thirty minutes straight, just staring at my body from all angles.

I was still tight. Nice and tight. No nasty wiggles on my ass or stomach. And definitely none on my firm titties. The only real weight I had gained was all that damn water around my ankles, but now they were nice and slim again and so was my face. My titties were even fuller than usual, even though the doctors had given me some medicine to dry up my milk. I turned around and looked at my ass, and I was relieved to see that it was still hot. High and round, plumped up and sassy. Yeah. Saucy still had it, and she was just about ready to flaunt it again.

Free was signing more and more acts, and staying gone a lot on business too. I started hanging out downtown a lot. Wilding with some guys I met at Club Vance on my first night back out on the town. I ran into that fucker Quaison too, and the first thing I did was jack-slap him right upside his big head.

“I’m sorry, Saucy! For real, girl. It was about publicity, baby. That’s all! Don’t be taking everything so personal, damn!”

“Don’t take it personal? You don’t know the kinda drama your stupid ass caused me! Plus you played yourself like a straight sucker,” I told him. “That’s why your shit failed to launch, nigga!”

That beef Quaison had started was beyond dumb. How he thought he had any wins going up against Freedom and them Ruthless Boyz was a mystery to me and everybody else. He had dissed Free and so many of his Ruthless cats on his tracks until they all ganged up on him and started killing him in their lyrics. DJ Gita G put out an underground mixtape calling Quaison a soft nigga who had gone to private school somewhere in Midtown, and had never lived the gangsta life he rapped about. Them niggas floored him on the radio, on HBO, and on 106th and Park, talking about him like he was a booger that they could flick off their dicks at any time. He was still out there on the music scene, but all the insiders knew he had fallen off. Them Ruthless Boyz had drug his ass so deep through the mud till it was only a matter of time before people stopped buying his records altogether.

“Fuck all that, Saucy,” Quaison said, trying to kiss me. “I’m telling you girl, this is business! Ya boy need to come on outta retirement and battle a nigga himself instead of sending his dawgs after me like that. But it’s cool. I’m back in the studio, baby. Laying some shit down that’s gone make ya man Free look like he hiding real deep behind all them bitch-niggas’ balls.”

I just shook my head. Quaison didn’t get it. All that bullshit he had spit about Free? That nigga had taken it personal. The last thing he wanted or respected was somebody fouling up his name, and Quaison had tried to do that in a major way. Through music. And that was something Free just wasn’t gonna tolerate.

“Why ’ont you come chill at the crib for a minute, though? Lemme make it up to you, cool? Let’s hit a couple of parties, ya know? You looking good as ever, baby. I bet you still got them slick moves, too.”

Did he say party? I was all on it and as much trouble as he’d gotten me in, he didn’t have to beg me neither. Free was outta town so I stayed downtown at his moms’s crib for three days straight. Quaison mighta been stupid, but he was a big willie on the Lower East Side and he liked to have fun. We partied nonstop. He copped some chronic that blew my mind. I stayed nice and buzzed day and night, drinking Thug Passion and Patrón tequila, and everything else Quaison and his boys brought up in the crib.

Quai took me down to their laundry room real late that night so he could dry his moms’s clothes. She was bitching and looking at me all crazy when he brought me in, and screamed on him about leaving her gear in the damn washing machines for people to steal.

I sat up on the folding table and watched him pull their wet clothes out the washer. He tried to hurry up and throw them in the dryer, but he dropped some and I laughed my ass off when I saw his mama’s big old drawers laying on the floor along with a washrag and a dingy sock.

“What’s so damn funny?” he laughed over his shoulder, scooping the clothes up and throwing them in with the rest. He slid some quarters in the slot so the dryer could begin.

“Your mama’s big-ass Fruit of the Looms, dammit! That’s what!”

He laughed right along with me ’cause he knew that shit was funny too. He walked over to the table and his hand shot between my legs, squeezing and demanding.

“Boy I just had a baby. I can’t fuck yet,” I told him, pushing his hand away from my pussy. My checkup wasn’t for another ten days, but Quai had lifted up my shirt and was sucking all over my titties and licking my nipples with his whole tongue.

“Yes you can,” he whispered, reaching into his pants.

I couldn’t believe this fool was taking his big dick out right there in the laundry room where any old body could walk in and bust us, but the next thing I knew it was throbbing in my hand and I was spitting on it, lubing that baby up so I could squeeze it and rod it.

Quai stood there grinning with both hands on his hips, looking down as I jacked his meat, keeping a dope pace going. He tried to get to my pussy again, but I snapped my legs closed.

“I told you I can’t fuck!”

Two minutes later my pants was down and I was bent over that laundry table taking that shit from the back. Quai tried to go easy on me since it was my first time since having Nasir, but I liked it hard and so I started bucking back like a mule giving up that ass to the fullest and forgetting all about them doctor’s orders not to fuck.

It felt so good to be wildin’ and knowing we might get caught, and to have a nigga who appreciated my body and couldn’t stop complimenting it.

“Damn you look good from the back, mami. This some deep juicy pussy, baby. This the hottest piece of ass I ever had. This some wet Jacuzzi pussy, girl! Yeah, do that thang wit’ ya ass all vibrating again! Damn that shit looks hot! Do that again!”

A nigga like Quai was just what I needed after being cooped up so long under Aunt Mercy Ann, and I spent the next four months making up for lost time. Sneaking down to Baruch, getting my head lifted, and doing me to the fullest every time Free turned his back.

Free was still knockin’ this shit out every now and then, but it wasn’t the same as it used to be between us. I gave him head so good that my neck ached and my mouth got sore, and yeah, he still pummeled me down sometimes when his nuts was heavy and he was about to bust, but all the tenderness was gone outta our bed. I knew he still loved me, but Free hadn’t spit me no sweet rap, cuddled up with me and watched a movie, or licked my pussy in months. He acted like I had hurt his heart real bad, but he wouldn’t tell me what I had done. We didn’t even talk a lot no more unless he was giving me some instructions or information about Nasir, but other than that, our shit was falling flat.

And speaking of Nasir, Free and Aunt Mercy Ann acted like they didn’t trust me with him or something. Just because I had made one fuckin’ mistake! I mean, damn. I ain’t never had no baby before. Was I supposed to know everything? Free was out of town one night when Aunt Mercy Ann told me to watch Nas because she was tired and didn’t feel good. Nas was sleeping in the bed with me when he started whining and crying, waking me up. I was real tired and I didn’t understand why Aunt Mercy Ann didn’t come in there and get him. I patted his back for a little while, but he still wouldn’t shut up.

I finally got mad and rolled outta bed and staggered into the kitchen. I got one of his bottles from the refrigerator and twisted the cap off and stuck it in the microwave for a minute. But when I got back in the room and tried to feed him, Nas freaked out. He took two long sucks from the bottle and then he
screamed,
for real!

Then
I
freaked out. Aunt Mercy Ann came busting in the room asking me what the hell I’d done to him, and when I tried to tell her I was just feeding him, she grabbed his bottle and sucked from it, then snatched Nas out of my arms.

“You dumb-ass chile!” she shrieked, prying his mouth open so she could look down his throat. “You burned him!” she accused me, turning away from me like she didn’t even want me to look at Nasir. “That damn milk is scalding hot!”

“I didn’t know…” I muttered, not knowing what else to say. Nas was still screaming like crazy. Shit! It was Aunt Mercy Ann’s damn fault anyway! She knew I was sleepy. She was probably awake the whole time, listening to Nas cry! Free had brought her here to help me. Why hadn’t she gotten her fat ass up out the bed to feed the baby?

Ever since then Free acted funny whenever I was feeding Nas. I didn’t know what his damn problem was. Couldn’t a person make a mistake?

Tai was still working and planning her wedding to that doofus-ass Jaheim, but she came by the crib three or four times a week and played with Nasir and brought him more shit that he didn’t even need.