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Chapter143

One Week Later

Trey

"I got it, Daddy." Lane says moving my hand.

"Be careful."

He takes the scapula scooping up the pancake. He lifts it out of the pan and flip it over into the plate like he was a pro. I cheer for him. He stays concentrated on the other pancakes in the pan ignoring my innocence. We have been cooking breakfast on Instagram Live all morning. There's a lot of people up at this time of morning watching us. It's even earlier in America. I know some of these followers are in American. He gets all 4 pancakes out of the pan then he smiles at me.

"Put some more daddy."

"We don't need that many pancakes. They are only for you, son. You not going to eat that many."

He ignores me. "They for Buggiz."

I help him grab the pancake batter dispenser. "Okay."

"1... 2... 3... 4." he says as he fills the pan.

"What you need me for?"

"Nothing." Lane says watching the pancakes. "You stand there, k?"

I laugh and turn the Instagram Live off. I was getting a call from the doctor. Never enjoy these kinds of calls.

"Hello."

"Trey, I decided to call you early. I figured you start your day before I do."

I check on Lane then I go over to Chris. "Can you go make sure Lane doesn't burn himself? He is making pancakes."

"Alone?" Chris says jumping out of bed.

"What's the problem, Doctor?"

"This is a call about Cammie. I'm concerned with her health."

I shut the bedroom door. "This is the first I'm hearing about Cammie having issues."

"Yes she is. Her doctor reported that she has lost too much weight. She isn't eating, leaving the hospital, or taking her vitamins. I wanted to know when you were getting into town?"

"Oo... It's looking like next Friday."

"Okay. I have encouraged her to pump extra milk. She has enough for four days if you can get her out of the hospital."

I blow. "Why does she need to leave? I could get her to eat."

He clears his thought. "She needs to leave this environment. I'm worried about her developing postpartum. She hasn't been diagnosed by her doctor but it's a concern of her doctor."

"I could... Uh." I sigh. "She has to be... What is today? I've been ignoring my calendar. One second."

I look at my phone schedule. I would be going home in 4 days. Damn, it seems like it went by fast. I'm excited about this now. I go back to the conversation.

"4 days."

"Okay, good. She was talking as if she didn't know. The baby is a few test away from going home. He has gained 5 pounds and is attempting to breathe on his own. He could be out of here in a few days."

"Really?" I say excited.

He says something in the background. "I don't want to give Cammie any false hope so I haven't been discussing my predictions of his departure. I want him to be at least 9 pounds before he leaves."

I sit down a little relieved. "Okay. I'm glad to hear that about Caden."

"Yes, he is woke most of the day. I want to schedule his circumcision but I need to first know when you will arrive and when you will return. The sooner the better. I'm expecting for him to gain another 5 pounds by next week so his weight will be stable."

"You want me to take her home or out of town?"

"A vacation would be best."

I inhale slowly. "You asking a lot."

"I know she is stubborn but your mother says that you are the only one to do it. I want her going home a healthy mother so she can nurture a healthy baby. When she takes the baby home with unresolved issues it will be bad. There's a chance of her coming back and the baby being home without her."

"I can't guarantee 4 days. It took her a while before she could be without our first born for a day."

"2 days will be better than none. It's not an requirement but if she doesn't start taking care of herself I will hold the baby here until I'm 100% sure he will have no complications. Caden is my priority."

Damn, it almost seem like this is his fucking baby. I hired the motherfucker. Lane peeks into the room. He has been unwilling to let me out of his sight in the last few days. He doesn't come all the way in the room.

"I will do what I can."

"Great. I'll see you in a few days."

I hang up the phone and fall back on the bed. It is some shit around every corner. My infant son is doing increasingly better but as a result my wife is going through hell. All of it is a direct link to my absence.

"Everything good?" Chris asks.

"Yeah." I say sitting up.

He holds up a laptop. "Naked booty hoes."

I chuckle. "Are those babies, Chris?"

"MiMi sent this to me." he says playing the video. "It's baby porn."

I laugh taking the laptop. "Stop playing."

He stands in front of me. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, Caden's doctor is worried about Cammie. This is Lane and JJ?"

"It's King, Lane, and JJ. MiMi slow ass sent that to me."

I laugh at them. It was a short video of them in the tub. JJ was already standing up dancing naked then Lane and King turn their butts to the camera and start dancing. It is a hilarious 30 seconds. Good enough to get me into a better mood to call Cammie.

"Tremaine, how do you always know when to call me?"

"I just called cause I was thinking about you."

Chris takes the computer. "You mean because you knew she just talked to the doctor."

I shoo him away. "I don't think you love me."

"Why not, Tremaine?"

"I don't feel it."

She giggles. "The little guy has gained 5 pounds. I didn't think about it much until now... Maybe because it was scary to think about. But he was born 5 pounds and some ounces. That means he was literally 1 pound. Can you believe that? I would have broken down if I thought about that. He isn't his birth weight yet."

"Damn, I didn't think about that."

"He is still skinny with a big head."

"I can't wait to touch you."

She smiles. "You will be home in a few days. I've been counting down the days. My men need to come home."

"Mainly me."

"No, you both."

"Lane not around. You can say me."

She frowns. "Where is Lane?"

I wait until I walk into the kitchen to say anything. "Say hey Mommy."

"Mommy!" Lane says taking the phone.

"I love you, Jay." I say before he takes it away.

Alex

It's 5 o'clock in the morning and I don't feel like doing shit. I throw my housecoat over me and go to the door. Some idiot is at my door thinking it's okay to be up this early. I swing the door open. Jamaal holds a cup in front of my face.

"Jamaal, what are you doing up?"

"I told Kim to remind you last night. I knew she would and I knew you would ignore her. I even came a few hours early so you had woman time to get ready."

I take the coffee. "Only because I can smell the caramel in here."

He steps into the house. "My mother won't stop talking about you. Did she call you?"

"Your mother calling me? Oh I wonder why?"

"What was the bullshit I had to say?" he says sitting down on the couch.

I take in the sweet aroma of coffee. "I said no such thing. You acknowledging how right I was means nothing."

"How about me acknowledging that you single handedly made my life easier."

"I like that. I'm listening."

"We both know that my mother works in a male dominated world so she was secretly impressed by you. Come to find out you worked with my father."

I sip on my coffee. "Why don't I know who Senator Andrews' husband is? Why is she still an Andrews?"

"Well..." he says nothing else.

"Well, Jamaal? I'm not feeling your secrets."

He exhales. "I never wanted her to be the reason I got anything. You know how backwards ass impressed she is that I am where I am? She knows who you are now. She knows I've done something without her."

"Oh, I think it sounds like you should be kissing my ass."

"I said I would." He replies.

I laugh. "Jamaal, I was... Nevermind. Anyway."

He sits up in his chair. "We really have to be punctual this morning."

"Beauty doesn't always take long."

"Why do you answer the door in seethrough shit all the time?"

I glance down. "Oh dang. Okay, let me get rid of my company from last night and get ready."

"Your company?" he says upset.

"One minute." I say walking into the back.

There wasn't anyone back here. I just wanted to fuck with him. I was really going to show him that it doesn't take me long to get dressed. I usually spend time before bed organizing and picking out clothes for the next day. It's how I wind down.

"Aye."

"Out of my bedroom, Jamaal."

He doesn't leave. "All week I have successfully ignored you. You are putting me in a difficult position."

"No submission shit this morning. I'll be glad to put it on your ass another day."

"You be having me about to agree to some sick shit. I'm not thinking you really talking about my ass. Be a lady."

"You can't tell me that after we have fucked."

He puts his arm behind his back. "Alex, listen, I like to fuck. You like to fuck can we get pass all of this?"

"Nope."

"Selfish as always."

I walk up to him and slap his cheek playfully. His eyes drop to my breast. There is nothing more for him to be looking at.

"I like to think that I'm pretty constant. I know this."

"You are supposed to say thank you. Do I have to teach you how?"

I laugh. "Fuck you."

"Now?"

"You think that because you buy me pearls you get to fuck whenever? No, pearls or no pearls."

His eyes once again scan my half naked body. "It's the house coat."

He had touched my gown. I smack his hand away. He had a look on his face that spelled out each of his thoughts loud and clear. I turn away from him. I decided that I wouldn't go there with him again. It might be trouble. We had a go thing for a few weeks but it wasn't nothing special. His dick is pretty good. I can't lie about that. I was just supposed to be an onetime thing.

"Alex." he says slightly above a whisper.

"Jamaal." I snap back.

He startles me a little by grabbing my waist. Okay, Jamaal, no. I keep walking toward the bathroom. I mean it may not turn to shit. Worst case is that we actually get somewhere outside of this hole he keeps digging. I stop at the bathroom door. It was only a few inches away from where Jamaal stood. He attempts to persuade me once again. I let it ride. We will see. His hands admire the glory of my body. I put a lot of time into this thing. There's a lot to admire. I know.

"Jamaal, don't go getting all addicted to this."

"When I nut, leave the money on the table. I know."

I back up from him but fall into a chair. I sit all the way down. "Bitch, don't play."

He leans down over me getting into my face. I move my face away from him. I didn't want to kiss him. I love kissing. Kissing could give me a powerful orgasm with the right kisser but I didn't want that right now. Jamaal gets the message completely. He goes from unfamiliar take it easy type of demeanor to heated TV sex. He takes his clothes off without any further delay. I'm waiting to forget that he is Jamaal. I stand up. I didn't want pussy juice on my $5,000 imported chair. He picks me up. Plus 1. I glance back as he lowers me to a surface. Damn, I need less expensive shit. Not the overpriced duvet.

"What?" he asks.

I am ecstatic that he picked up on it. I push him back and throw the duvet all the way off the bed. He stares at it on the floor.

"Why did I think you would be different?" he says chuckling. "Anything else not worth the damage?"

"Your feelings if this goes bad."

He ponders over it for a bit. "Turn it down."

I chuckle. "If you shut my mouth my tongue will relax."

"Or fill it..." he mumbles grabbing his dick.

I stay quiet out of respect of the dick. I was tired of hearing his mouth and I refuse to lose a battle because his dick silenced me in mid sentence. He seemed to be waiting for that moment to claim victory. But I'll let the victory be in satisfying me.

"Hmm." he says as he enters me slowly. He pulls out. "Condom?"

"Oh my fucking gosh!" I retort. "Does it look like I have a fucking dick? Is that my responsibility?"

He looks at my funny. "They teach you in school that you should."

"Will what about you, Jamaal?"

"Yeah, sure. I would love to have that conversation with a 5 year old. That's not candy it's a fucking condom. Make sure you stock your house up dick or not."

I laugh. "Nobody fucking comes to my house and if you haven't noticed I haven't had a 'relationship' for quite some time. You killed it."

He takes the split second of me laying here with my shit whole open to test the fucking waters again. He presses his dick into my pussy. I freeze as his dick glides perfectly across my spot. I moan unconsciously pleading for more. He pulls his dick out again with a rush of pleasure. I sit up a little and stare at him. He opens his mouth at the same time I start to say something. I stop to see what he says. He pauses as well.

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#chapter143 12 de Dezembro de 2017 Estilos de vida. Faltam 10 dias para o EP-CESAR Conseguias resumir um dia teu normal em poucas palavras? Em que é que o teu estilo de vida te tem beneficiado na tua evolução? Conseguias me dizer a tua última grande meta que alcançaste? O que é que tens feito para mudar o teu futuro? Que simples é a vida, e de tanto valor o que fazemos, que me apercebo que uma grande quantidade de pessoas a minha volta sonhavam com ter um estilo de vida completamente diferente do que tem actualmente, é que simplesmente passam o tempo, com coisas muito básicas. Dar e receber amor, é simplesmente encontram nessa parte tudo o que desejam, e tudo o que amam. Este estilo de vida é saudável, e atrai muita felicidade. Continuando no estilo de vida, só existe uma forma de se fazer o que se ama, ou descrito de uma forma mais vulgar e corrente, só se consegue trabalhar, e se fazer o que se gosta se estivermos a trabalhar no que sonhamos, no que nos dá realmente gosto fazer. E quando se vê as pessoas realmente a fazerem o que mais gostam, o seu trabalho no final é digno de admiração. Quando se fala de estilo de vida, podíamos falar de ter uma vida boa, muitas vezes esse estilo de vida leva-nos a viver acima das nossas possibilidades, e quando isso acontece, vivemos num mundo de ilusão, sem sentido. Em que mundo vives tu? Quereres parecer mais do que o que realmente és é um dos maiores problemas das pessoas. Mas penso que para falar de problemas, e de coisas menos boas já chega falar da vida, é das nossas histórias vividas, que nem sempre foram as melhores, é que nem sempre foram felizes. Este estilo de vida que eu tenho falado durante muito tempo, exatamente este que levo actualmente se baseia em amor, em dar e receber, e me aperceber que quanto mais amor dou, mais amor recebo. Às vezes por incrível que pareça, até me surpreendo com as coisas boas que me acontecem. Dar amor sem esperar nada em troca, e receber muito mais amor, e muitas vezes sem esperar receber muito carinho de outras pessoas. Ultimamente também me tenho apercebido que a vida é feita de pequenos momentos, pormenores, que marcam a vida das pessoas que me rodeiam. Às vezes a vida não é fácil, e um pormenor pode mudar o dia de alguém, e hoje pela manhã aconteceu-me uma coisa bastante interessante, divertida, ia a entrar no metro, e tinha muitas pessoas para uma pequena quantidade de espaço, quando a porta do metro fechou, as minhas palavras foram em espanhol, "las personas se parecem a pollitos aqui juntas" que quer dizer, "as pessoas parecem franguitos assim juntas" , e as pessoas mais próximas a mim se começaram a rir espontaneamente, é assim foram mais animadas para o seu emprego. Não é necessário muito esforço para mudar o dia de alguém, simplesmente podes fazer alguém sorrir, e fazer com que o dia dessa pessoa seja mais agradável e bem disposto. Para terminar hoje está #chapter podia resumir que o estilo de vida pode ser feliz ou infeliz, e que isso só depende das escolhas das pessoas, ser feliz, ou muito feliz. Considerando assim as coisas o significado de uma palavra pode ser distinto, é o que se considera feliz ser infeliz, é o que se considera infeliz, ser a felicidade! Eu sinto-me feliz no verdadeiro sentido da palavra, e me sinto bem por trabalhar no que trabalho, e de lutar pelos meus sonhos, é o mais importante disto tudo, faço deste estilo de vida o que mais quero, sem me importar com o que outras pessoas pensão, porque a única opinião que vai contar no final vai ser a minha, e a minha decisão. Para já podem consultar as musicas que tenho já disponíveis a venda nesta página em formato preview, em cada rede social, em cada plataforma de música electrónica estou lá. Não peço que divulguem, peço que escutem o meu amor pela música. 😊 só tem de escrever Milliel no Google, que ele mostra todo o trabalho que tenho feito! https://soundcloud.com/millielmusic Muito obrigado 😊 #milliel #beatport #itunes #djshop #djtunes #traxsource #junodownload #googleplay #amazon #music #dj #producao #abletonlive #deezer #youtube #soundcloud #facebook #instagram #tumblr #googleplus #best #bestseller #download #listen #share #milliel #beatport #itunes #djshop #djtunes #traxsource #junodownload #googleplay #amazon #music #dj #producao #abletonlive #deezer #youtube #soundcloud #facebook #instagram #tumblr #vk #googleplus Muito obrigado 😊 por conseguires chegar até aqui.

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