Sunni
“You’re pregnant.” Those two words still seem unreal. I thought it was a nasty joke after the experience I went through. I still remember the moment the doctor changed my life forever. We never received a clear answer if the birth control implant had expired or failed. None if it really mattered, and to be honest, neither Jag nor myself thought twice about it. Being pregnant is a shock, but a very welcome one. I rub my protruding belly, smiling to myself remembering Jag falling off the bed.
I laugh about it now, but my face and neck were so sore, battered, and bruised I couldn’t at the time. Jag’s head bounced off the tile, and a goose egg immediately formed after he passed out. We were quite the lookers with his healing face from the fight and a goose egg.
It took me a good two months struggling through what happened and processing it all. Jaco’s story hit national news. His cold, demonic face was plastered in online articles and major newspapers. His deep dark secrets were exposed to the world, and his name was connected to over a dozen murders. After seeing the faces of the young women, I finally felt blessed. I escaped him.
Not only did I get away from his wrath but landed in the arms of the man God put on Earth for me. We are living the fairytale I never thought I’d star in. It’s not perfect by any means. Counseling took its toll on us. Jag and I both go to individual sessions, and once a week we go as a couple.
Jaco not only brought himself down but Landon Chandler and Abraham. They had devised a sick and twisted plan. I was the perfect pawn for them to get to Jag. Abraham violated his parole and found himself right back in home sweet home—the state penitentiary. The community had enough of the Chandlers and ran each one of them out. Word on the street is Landon is opening a gym in California. We know we haven’t seen the last of him.
I rub my belly and finish writing the last line in my journal. Jag bought me a self-help/healing book called My Once Upon a Time Me by Navy York. She has several titles out, and I’ve devoured all of them. Her spirit journals are my favorites. I’ve found I’m not tearing out pages and burning bad memories as often. Instead, I’m focusing on the good and the future.
Daddy Monster Cock: What’s my name?
Me: Jag.
Daddy Monster Cock: Ask me what my name is.
Me: *eye roll emoji* What’s your name? *eye roll emoji*
Daddy Monster Cock: Daisy.
I shake my head. Jag has been on a daddy kick. He’s been making everyone call him big daddy. He’d better win this title fight here in Las Vegas, because I have a feeling we will have to invest thousands in counseling for our poor babies.
Daddy Monster Cock: Dey see me rolling
The door to our suite flies open before I have the chance to respond to the corny joke. Bella’s perched on Jag’s shoulders. He ducks as he enters the room. The rest of the crew follows behind him. Bella is wearing Jag’s aviators and bopping her head while he sings the next lines of a popular rap song.
Jag drops his duffle bag while singing at the top of his lungs. When he doesn’t know any more words, he begins beatboxing.
“I need a stiff drink,” Boss growls.
I laugh so hard I nearly piss myself. This whole pregnancy thing shakes a girl’s body up for sure. I pat his knee as he plops down on the couch next to me.
“I’ll fix you one, Boss. You deserve one after putting up with him all day.” I wink at him.
Boss takes the journal from my lap and finds a blank page. His strong hand begins scrawling a note. It’s his thing. Nobody else writes in it beside me and him. Never had a father figure growing up. Shuffling between foster homes never allowed me to form that kind of relationship. Boss has stepped up to the plate for me.
“Here.” Layla holds out her hand. “You may be almost five months pregnant, but you look like nine.”
“Bitch,” I whisper-yell. I plant my hands on my hips. “I was asked three times today if I was having triplets at the spa.”
“’Atta girl.” Jag sets Bella down and grabs me by the hips, pulling me to him. Our chests no longer collide. It’s the baby bump and abs nowadays. “Did you tell them it’s because of the size of my co…”
I slap my hand over his mouth. Jag is Jag. He changes for no one, not even little ears. Yep, that counseling bill is going to be hefty.
“No, I told them I’m carrying twin boys, and their father is a royal jackass.” I push off his chest and pour Boss a stiff one.
You’d never know Jag is about to fight in the biggest match of his life by the way he acts. Hell, you’d think the man was at Disneyland.
“Madré.” Bella bounces to her mom in her hot pink swimsuit. She and Layla spent most of the day at the pool. The heat wasn’t my thing. The couch is where I was while Jag trained today after yet another intense weigh-in.
I hand Boss his vodka with a splash of Sprite in it and relax next to him. Bella is waving a thick straw that’s taller than her in Layla’s face, rattling off in Spanish. From the look on Layla’s face, she’s about to junk punch Jag.
“Are you kidding me?” Cruz growls, grabbing the monster straw filled with colored sugar out of Bella’s hands.
“It was that or hitting the hookers on the corner. I promised my niece some unky time.” Jag shrugs and tugs me up from the couch. He plops down in my spot then pulls me in his lap.
“Paybacks. I swear, Jag, you’re going to regret this, and I’m apologizing in advance now, Sunni, but he has it coming.”
“Chill out, papa bear. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Duh.”
Bella mimics Jag’s “duh,” drawing it out.
I smile. The banter is too much. I have no doubt Layla and Cruz will spoil the shit out of our boys, and so will every other Diablo family member. Trick and Riot are pushing hard to name the boys after them. Not going to happen, but I indulge their request with a smile and a shrug.
“Come here, sweet butt.” Jag reaches over and yanks the straw from Cruz’s grip and bites into the end, tearing off the seal. His brow is crunched up in concentration as he instructs Bella not to get her spit at the end of it.
“Open up.” Jag tilts the straw up, pouring straight sugar in her mouth.
Once the sugar fires up Bella’s energy level, she takes off running around the suite, showing us her gymnastic moves mixed in with karate kicks. Layla snatches the straw of sugar, bends the end, and begins whipping Jag with it. I scoot to Boss. I’m certain this is where all our bonding comes from. It’s typically us two sitting on the sidelines watching the chaos.
Jag leaps off the couch and puts Layla in a headlock. He drags her around a bit before folding her up in a pretzel on the floor. Layla’s hand swats at his back between her bouts of giggles. Somehow Layla manages to get out of the hold. Pretty sure it was Bella’s distraction.
Jag sits up and in one swift move pulls down Layla’s shorts. Her bare ass is right in Boss’ and my face. A freshly inked tattoo of Cruz’s signature is front and center on one ass cheek.
“Madré!” Bella points at the black ink.
“Are you kidding me?” Boss leaps to his feet.
“I’m going to kill you,” Cruz mutters.
He doesn’t get much else out as Boss puts him in a chokehold. Bella dances around squealing and cheering her dad and grandpa on.
“You are awful!” I slap Jag’s heaving chest when he sits next to me.
He cradles my body to his, running his hand underneath my shirt. His fingers dance and glide over my skin.
“She got it after her pool time with Bella. That’s when I took her on a shopping spree. Knew Boss would lose his shit.” Jag’s smile is contagious. He’s damn proud of himself. His lips run up and down the length of my neck. His tongue darts out, making lazy patterns.
“Stop.” I grab his cheek, keeping his face in the crook of my neck. “You know that drives me wild.”
The diamond ring on my left hand sparkles. We couldn’t wait for Vegas and got married in the gym back home. It was simple and perfect. Thirty dollars and a quick online course ordained Trick, and he married us. Boss walked me down the aisle, and Bella walked Jag down. We danced the night away to SpongeBob SquarePants, Johnny Cash, and Guns N’ Roses.
“I’m hungry for pussy,” he hisses.
It’s true what they say about pregnancy hormones. I’m hornier than Jag these days, and that’s a deadly combination for both of us.
“Are they going to kill each other?”
Jag pops his head up. Cruz and Boss are so tangled up I can’t tell who is winning or name any of the holds.
“My money is on Boss,” Jag replies.
Layla has given up on the whole scene, making herself a drink. From what I can tell, it’s Liquid Cocaine, which is a deathly combination.
“Oh my God!” I swivel Jag’s chin to look toward Bella.
She has her pants stripped down to her ankles, her torso twisted, with her tongue aimed out the side of her mouth, showcasing her deep concentration. Her bare butt is exposed as she holds a black Sharpie marker. Trick notices what we are looking at and bites down on his bottom lip.
Trick’s fighting in a champion fight tomorrow as well. He’s much calmer than Jag, especially before fights.
Bella manages to get a half circle on her butt cheek before adjusting her position. She doesn’t give up until she has scribbled on her butt.
“Madré.” Bella bends over, showing off her matching tattoo.
Jag is up and on his feet with me in his arms. I lace my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. His laughter trails behind us as we race to the bedroom.
“She’s going to kill me,” Jag gets out between his chuckles.
“Yes, she is.”
Jag kicks the door shut then places me on my feet, quickly locking it.
“Wifey, you’re mine tonight.” He backs me up until the backs of my legs hit the bed. He lays me down. Every single time he does this, I always feel beautiful. That’s one thing that will never change between us. Jag loves every part of me.
He peels away my clothes in a slow, seductive tango. The backs of his hands graze my most sensitive parts, teasing me. My knees quiver and my core drips with want and need.
“Time for my protein shake.” His face disappears between my legs. I giggle at our inside joke. My laughter ceases when he inserts two fingers and laps his tongue between my folds. His growl vibrates against my flesh. My hands fly to his hair, tugging and yanking him closer to me. I buck up, milking out all the friction I can.
He reaches up with his free hand when I begin to yell out my pleasure, as his finger curls inside of me. Jag crawls up my body until his lips brush against mine. I lick our love clean from them then push him off me. He goes easy, way overprotective about my belly.
“I’m going to ride the champ.” I toss a leg over his middle and plant my palms on his chest. My most loved possession. I reach between us, pulling Jag’s rock-hard erection from his gym shorts. My days are numbered. Soon I won’t be able to reach that far down. He guides my hips down on him. I feel every inch of him fill me and snap my eyes shut. The emotion of the action brims my eyes with happy tears.
“I love you madly. I love you wildly. You are my heartbeat, Jag.”