#n'jada

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

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The Real Santa Stalker

Erik's child has beef with Santa Claus, so he has beef with Santa Claus.

Tags: Dadmonger, Erik x Charlie, The Kompound

N'Jada was chosen as the lead in the 1st Grade Christmas musical and Erik was the proud father helping his baby girl learn her solo, singing her through it a line at a time to help with her enunciation.

She was a stickler who liked to do things RIGHT, but sometimes.. like this evening.. her little kid brain didn't align with her overall goal.

"You better watch out! You better not cry! You better not pout, I'm telling you why!"

That was the easy part. She sang that part with her entire chest. The part she had the most trouble with was remembering the order of the verses and-

"Rudy-toot-toot and ruh-papumpum. Day head dolls like tootle'n too. Elegant po and cannycanes too, OH!"

Erik could tell she didn't know what the hell half those words were. She thought she was hittin' it, and he knew that he should've coached her a bit harder because she could take the criticism.. but those lil mistakes were too adorable to correct. He didn't have her bother with written lyrics. When she got older and looked back at the video, she'd probably be irritated, but in the meantime..

"Sing it again Jada?"

It never got old.

"Daddy, why doesn't Santa give homeless kids houses," she asked suddenly out of the blue. Erik's brow ticked as he considered what to say. He didn't bother asking where she heard it. She was a vey smart kid.

"Daddy, I hate Santa Claus," she pouted.

"Well.. Santa gives toys, baby, he doesn't buy houses."

"He could! He could give little kids houses and food instead of toys."

"Baby he runs a toy shop, he would need a real estate license and a food safety license to serve food. It's not that simple."

"But you said Santa is magic and can do anything!"

"He can!" Erik checked for his wife, Charlie, over his shoulder briefly. "He can.." She wasn't there and would be pissed if she heard what he was about to say. "I'll tell you the truth.. sweetheart," he kept his voice low as he was sitting on the floor, at her level. "You know how me and your mom told you.. Santa is real?"

N'Jada's eyes were large as saucers.

"We kinda lied.. only real he is.. is a real BITCH!" He covered her lips with his finger. "But you can't say that, or you'll be on the naughty list.. Okay?"

"I wanna beat his ass," N'Jada jumped, giving the pillow and cushion a sample of those hands." She'd been taking karate for a year. Erik grabbed her hands.

"Damn, Will Smith. What I tell you 'bout that cussin.."

"Mommy's not here," she looked back with a lowered voice.

"Okay.. If mommy hear it, I can't save you," his brows rose.

"Daddy, it's not fair. Santa's not supposed to be mean to little kids just because they don't have money or mommies and daddies."

"Santa is an asshole and I never liked him either. I'm on your side, and Santa deserves to be taught a lesson. I have an idea. No cookies and milk for him this year. That should teach him to be nicer."

"Yeah, and he should say he's sorry."

"You're absolutely right," he poked her belly. "You're so smart."

Charlie had no knowledge of Erik and N'Jada's conversation when she took her daughter with her to the mall in search of gifts for family and friends. N'Jada wanted to ride in the children's train, eat ice cream, share a cinnamon bun with her mom, and shop for toys. She also loved Claire's. Charlie loved how happy she was, dragging her by the hand to look at everything that caught her attention. Then suddenly N'Jada stopped. She stared straight ahead at Santa and his elves and the line of children waiting to talk to him.

"You wanna see Santa?"

Charlie walked N'Jada over and stood with her in line. She didn't seem as excited as last year, but Charlie didn't ask why. She merely kept an eye on her daughter until it was her turn to see Santa and sit beside him. Then she started taking pictures on her phone. N'Jada's curls were freshly defined and put in one high puff. She was dressed in the cutest red plaid jacket, white turtleneck, black skirt, white tights, and black boots. She even had on a sparkly lip gloss that Charlie bought her, so she'd stop playing in mommy's make-up. That was another story.

"Hohoho! And what's your name?" Santa hugged N'Jada and she looked up, torn.

"Santa, why don't you go to poor kids' houses?" she huffed. "NaeNae said she asked for a place to live and you didn't do it, why?"

Santa was wordless, unsure of what to say to this little kid, and Charlie couldn't hear the conversation to intervene.

"Oh, I'm sure NaeNae will.. get a.. place to stay.." He looked clueless about what else to do or say. "That's not for a little one like you to worry about."

"NaeNae is my friend. If you're mean to her, then I don't like you!"

Charlie watched in shock as N'Jada punched Santa in the face, the elves entervening as he kicked him in the knee. Charlie dragged N'Jada away immediately, only stopping once they were four stores away.

"Why would you do that!" Her grip on the small plaid coat was tight, and she was on N'Jada's level ready to shake her lil ass up. "Why?"

"Cuz Santa's a bitch," she whined. Charlie had to calm herself before she reacted. "Santa's supposed to care about all the little kids and he's mean to NaeNae!"

NaeNae was a little girl in N'Jada's class who N'Jada spoke about all the time. NaeNae this, NaeNae that.. Charlie didn't know the full story, but from what she understood, NaeNae and her mom’s living situation was rocky.

"NaeNae wrote a letter to Santa last year for a house for her mom, and Santa didn't do anything."

Charlie understood and nodded. "Sageypoo, Santa isn't in the business of houses.. he only makes toys."

"But you and daddy said he can do anything."

"Within reason.."

This wasn't going well, and Charlie could feel N'Jada's frustration. She didn't understand why Santa wouldn't just do it. A lot of Charlie's clients during therapy struggled with similar questions about God. Why wouldn't he just do it? It was a lot to try and tackle. Charlie called Erik for backup and luckily Erik wasn't physically far away. He was driving and doing shopping of his own and getting his hair cut. He met Charlie and N'Jada at the entrance of the Crate & Barrell.

"Tag me in," he high-fived Charlie, picking up his child and sitting her on his shoulders. "Keep doing what you doing I'm a take this lil gangsta for a walk."

He took N'Jada around the mall and sent Charlie on some errands alone outside of the mall while he kept the child.

"You remember I told you I was on your side," Erik asked as N'Jada hugged his head. "What do you say we send Santa a message about being unfair to kids?"

"Let's find him," she said deviously.

Together, they tracked Santa through the mega-mall and even to the parking decks.

"Get down real quick. I'm a show you how to start a small fire, but you always have to be aware of your exit before you do it and the most important rule.. as it is with everything? Don't get caught."

He pulled off his jacket, and surely there was a gascan tucked away and waiting. He had planned this entire thing for N'Jada to make her feel better unbeknownst to Charlie.

"Never stop fighting for your friends, that's how you make a difference. Sometimes you have to take desperate measures to get shit done. Try it, you shake it."

N'jada poured gas over the jacket, and then her daddy finished it, having her step back as she flipped the lit match.

Santa walked by and instantly freaked out yelling, "FIRE!! FIRE!!"

Erik ran over to him and held him letting N'Jada give him the business with what she learned in karate. When Erik released him, he fell trying to get away and N'Jada rejoiced feeling like she'd gotten the ultimate revenge and her daddy was right there to help her.

They'd avoided cameras. Santa only looked drunk on CCTV and Erik's jacket was easily disposable. He didn't even like that jacket. It was from one of his in-laws and wasn't his style. He'd been itching to trash it or burn it, and this was perfect.

He gave N'Jada a high-five, and together, they walked back into the mall. She had a skip in her step. That's what a daddy was for.. to help do the things mommy wouldn't allow. This would be their little secret and inside joke.

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[lovemecharlie]

Thumbsucker

Quick Baby fluff.

"You're excited for bath time? Yes? You're trying to kick mommy," Charlie smiled. N'Jada was wiggly and excitable, on her back with arms reaching out and legs kicking as Charlie unsnapped the onesie gifted by Hennessy. "Over the arms and the head," Charlie spoke. The onesie was rolled off of the baby's arms and over her curly head. She had a head full of thick curls just like her mama.

"Cold Jada? Are we cold? We chillay," Charlie cooed wrapping N'Jada warmly in a fluffy white microfiber towel before holding her to her chest. N'Jada's hand immediately drew to her mouth and she began sucking her thumb.

"Mommy need to get your pacifier. Thumbsucking is a hard habit to break once you start and I am not about to let you run down the path to braces if I can prevent it now."

Charlie put the binky in N'Jada's mouth, but it was rejected and spit out repeatedly. N'Jada was starting to get annoyed so Charlie let it go to avoid a meltdown.

"You win this round, little girl, but don't get used to it."

N'Jada was more focused on her thumb than on Charlie's conversation. "Fine, ignore me. We'll see," Charlie mumbled cuddling N'Jada with closer with a kiss to the baby's forehead. Charlie prepped the bath basin with warm water, testing the temperature on her skin before sitting N'Jada in the water. With one hand holding her head, Charlie used the other hand to bathe her suddenly calm child.

"Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams. Let it wash away my sanity cuz I wanna feel the thunder I wanna scream. Let the rain fall down, I'm coming clean," Charlie sang as N'Jada yawned from her head to her toes. Drying N'Jada, Charlie laid her out and gave her a proper massage with the gentle baby lotion recommended by Angel. N'Jada closed her eyes, falling right to sleep. Of course, that thumb went directly back to her mouth.

Erik entered Charlie's bathroom and over her shoulder at the sleeping infant before stroking his thumb gently over the babe's head in silent adoration. That was when he noticed N'Jada's thumb stuck in her gummy mouth.

"..Hell nah... Charlie," he whispered gesturing for her to step aside to speak away from the baby. "What's that about?"

"What's what about?"

"Thumbsucking."

"Babies do that. You ought to be used to it. She sucks her toes too, flexible little thing. If I could do that, I wouldn't need you to d-"

"My baby not finna be a thumbsucker I hate that shit. No. We breaking that habit. What if her teeth grow in crooked? Her whole gums can be messed up."

"I thought the same thing. She don't like the paci. I guess we can try teething rings and if that doesn't work we wait a year to see if she grows out of it."

Erik stared at N'Jada peacefully asleep before lifting her carefully. "I'm taking my baby," he said folding her gently into the black baby wrap on his chest. Charlie raised her hands in surrender. Everyone wanted to take her baby, she was used to it. Might as well let the daddy have a turn. N'Jada's small head laid sweetly against Erik's chest and he cuddled his chin into her hair, bouncing ever so lightly. Charlie watched his back as he left the room, completely wrapped up in N'Jada and whispering quietly in her ear.

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[lovemecharlie]

Welcome to the Earth

🖤N'Jada Sage Kingpin Stevens-Udaku🖤

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[lovemecharlie]

Embracing N'Jada

Finding a middle name x The birth

From pay checks to business ventures. From reputation to marriage to death and beyond. Your name is what you keep. It follows you. It defines you. It sets you apart.

A serious conversation went forth to discuss the special girl who was scheduled to enter soon into the strange world called Earth. Erik and Charlie went back and forth, releasing and retracting middle names in search of one that would stick.

◇

"Hmmm," Charlie grunted, her eyes shut. Contractions. They were coming faster and lasting longer. Erik had already taken her hair out of her face and bunned it perfectly at the top of her head.

"6 minutes apart," Adisa counted. "Don't worry, we are all set. When you're three minutes apart we'll get started. The baby has dropped down, everything is on track. Try to relax."

"Breathe baby, you're doing well. You're good," Erik soothed, rubbing Charlie's shoulders. He knew her lower back was aching, but he'd already put a heating pad behind her.

"I'm good," Charlie sighed once the pain passed. "Vita brought up an important fact that I wanted to tell you about."

She was in her chair in N'Jada's nursery brainstorming middle names with Erik while thinking about all the photos she'd take and how her baby would look. Would she look like her? Would she look like Erik? Her arrival was near.

"...She pointed out the fact that N'Jada is a capricorn which means she is an earth sign. Not just any name will do. It can't be fluffy or airy or cheesy. It has to be sensible, earthy, solid, and durable."

"Bolanile," he blurted, humor leaking from his eyes as Charlie face twisted in horror. "What? It's a durable name that means.. the honor of this house."

"Ew," Charlie stared. "You're not naming MY child Bolanile." Although a sensible Capricorn would probably love it, Charlie wouldn't have it. Erik laughed his agreement and the names continued to fly.

◇

Phoenix was the clear winner for the day until Erik whispered in Charlie's ear in the living room to say he'd changed his mind. Charlie paused the movie.. The Fifth Element.

"Kingpin."

He looked in Charlie's eyes like he'd never been more certain.

"She gotta have strong name that lets people know not to fuck with her. I can see it now, Big Killmonger and Lil Kingpin."

Kingpin? KINGPIN? Him and his unique aquarius mind.

"You don't think that's a tad extra? To be honest I was thinking Sage. Sage cleanses and rids a space of bad energy. Sage heals and purifies. Imagine a girl who repels negative energy naturally and refreshes the room everytime she enters."

"And she don't need some nigga's weakass lil son to heal or complete her. She can heal herself and she's already whole."

"Exactly," Charlie jumped slapping him a high five before another contraction hit stealing her attention. She hunched over and Erik massaged her lower back trying to help. He knew she was in more pain than she showed. Adisa leaped forward from the chair she'd been in.

"Three minutes apart," Erik said watching Adisa nervously. He could feel Charlie's stomach getting hard like a basketball and relaxing as her eyes squeezed in pain. He had to be her voice.

"Let's take her to the birthing room," Adisa nodded for him to lift her. When he transported her and laid her down, his shirt was wet. Adisa noticed at the same time he looked.

"Amniotic fluid," she whispered to calm him. He didn't care about his shirt.

"Don't forget the epidural," he rushed.

"Don't worry Mr. Udaku, I assure you I do this all the time with 100% success."

◇

As the baby crowned, Erik was fascinated. He watched closely to make sure nothing went wrong. Flashbacks of Angel popped in his mind. He refused to let anything go wrong this time. It's why he'd hired the best medical team and set up a sterile room in the house with all of the essential equipment and medicines they'd need. No mistake would be tolerated. No racism fueled negligence. No chances for distaster.

"Big squeeze, Charlie, come on, push!" Adisa directed while her assistants stood at Charlie's sides wrapped up in their duties. Adisa's fingers were practically digging the baby out.

"We may need to make a small incision," one nurse comments.

"NO! No incision. Not yet if we don't need to. Erik, hold her ankle back. Charlie, we need you to push... turn her shoulders and move her head that could help for pressure... There we go, the contraction is coming. Charlie get ready."

Erik took his ankle holding job seriously looking back and forth between the head stretching Charlie's vagina and her face covered in sweat. "Hold on, Cha. I'm so proud of you. You're doing amazing, you hear me? You a CHAMP."

"It's here! Contraction! Use it to really bare down, push!" Adisa digs her finger around the baby's head stretching the opening. "You got it! Pushpushpush! You got it, push!"

Charlie's labored breaths fill the room.

"Dad, you okay?" One of the nurses notices his tense expression frozen in place.

"Don't worry about me, I'm great."

"She's coming! Deep breath, Charlie. Her heads almost out!"

Erik stares at the head in anticipation and finally it's out. He can see a small little heavenly face as it enters the world, facing his direction.

"Daka," Charlie calls gripping his attention. She saw his face change from tense worry to wide-eyed wonder. "What does she look like? Can you see her?"

"She's beautiful baby," he chuckles wiping his face on the side of her foot. He's completely focused on the baby as the body slips out.

Immediately the baby is place into Charlie's arms and her face freezes in the same state of awe that Erik's is still in. The sound of N'Jada's healthy cries fills the room.

They let Erik cut the umbilical cord.

They still had to clean and check out the baby and make sure Charlie was alright.

"Oh my God," Charlie whispered staring at her new daughter. "She looks like me!"

Erik kisses his teeth good-naturedly, a smile etched on his face as he lifts the infant into his own arms, walking off on his own. "She looks like me. This dada's lil monster."

"Mommy's monster," Charlie quipped, not backing down.

"She looks like BOTH of you," Adisa comments quelling the debate.

"So.. what's that mean, we compromise? What about the middle name? Do we compromise on that too? Our baby gonna have a long ass name."

"Excuse you? She's got about as many names as you Erik N'Jadaka Killmonger Stevens-Udaku," Charlie fired.

He grinned, his cheeks glowing. He liked that, he wasn't slick.

"Well... That's cuz she DADA's baby."

"Erik, gimme my child," Charlie demanded shaking her head when he stuck his tongue out in response. He was already trying to be the favorite.

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[lovemecharlie]

Dinner@Midnight

Short preggo fluff.

The refrigerator door was wide open, the air giving chills and goosebumps. Charlie sat naked on the kitchen floor between Erik's splayed thighs, milk and fruit loops scattered all over the cool tile as a 90s rnb station played all of the hits over the speaker. Charlie tilted the box of fruit loops over Erik's mouth again as he tilted his head back, nose wrinkling in laughter when cereal poured everywhere. He coughed, chewing the mouthful he caught as Charlie lifted the jug of milk again over his face. "Hold on!" He laughed, blocking the liquid from pouring over his chin. It poured on Charlie's shoulder instead and she snorted, flinching from the cold temperature. "Shut up," she snickered, pawing at Erik as he sputtered, chewed cereal jetting from his lips. She climbed to her knees reaching into the fridge and felt his hands squeezing her boobs as if picking apples from a tree. When she gasped, he tore his eyes from her nipples to see she was holding strawberry greek yogurt, one of her absolute favorite pregnancy snacks since chips, cakes, and cookies were taken out of the picture.

"Gimme." Snatching it, he pulled the lid off while Charlie watched, her greedy eyes large as his thick index finger stirred the thick white yogurt bringing up the strawberry sauce and chunks from the bottom. He swept his finger over her nipples one at a time covering them before suctioning them into his mouth.

Jabbing her fingers into the yogurt, Charlie dolloped it onto her lips, throwing her weight to knock him back. As he braced himself with his hands planted in the tile, she smashed her lips onto his feeling his tongue lap at hers, thick yogurt transferring to his lips. She trailed it down his chest, dabbing more, and he watched her tongue drag, picking up the strawberry flavor from his skin.

"You just hungry," he chuckled watching her focus on the yogurt. She exhaled a gust of air on his sternum with a grin. He was right, she was famished. He watched her take back the yogurt container and stick her tongue into it like a spoon, making a mess of her face as his arm wrapped around her back pulling her closer, his legs trapping her. "Ok. Ok. Ol' food is my life headass." He pulled the container throwing it and her head turned to follow it as it splashed perfectly good yogurt all over the floor. "Stop." He pulled her chin back to face him before kissing her sloppily, yogurt smashing and rubbing between their faces, the taste of strawberry delighting their tastebuds. Her stomach growled causing him to pause and look down to her gut.

"Damn..... That you princess?"

He could feel Charlie snickering into his neck. "See! It's not just me, N'Jada is hungry too," she whispered and he grinned, rubbing her baby bump. "Well if my lil monster is hungry then my lil monster will eat."

"Bacon cheeseburger, fries, extra pickles," Charlie perked earning a strong stare.

"Uh nah, that's for you.. I'm a make HER some salmon teriyaki with rice and both of ya'll gone be good." Rolling her eyes, Charlie stood to watch him make her a second dinner. His poise, the attention focused on the skillet, and his skilled, quick hand drew her attention and she started to lust again. She grabbed the honey from the cabinet squeezing a dab onto his shoulder before licking it off and biting the spot. He shook his head.

"My husband is fiiiine, look at those big trapezius muscles and that strong sturdy neck holding up that giant pretty peanut head."

"Aye chill," he grinned. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her face, belly, and boobs in his back.. smelling him. "You smell like milk and fruit loops," she cheesed.

"Whose fault is that?"

Charlie located and grabbed the third of Hennessy that sat in the liquid cabinet, opening it and putting it to Erik's lips for him to sip as he cooked. "Thank you baby." She made him sip again.. and again.. and again before he looked at her like she'd lost her mind.

"I think you need a little bit more," she smiled holding it up. He snatched it taking a swallow before closing it. "Put it back," he said, voice commanding. "Ooh," she shivered, "Yes sir." Returning it to the cabinet, she rushed back to sit on the countertop and watch him.

"Hmhmhmhm.. hmmmhmhm," she hummed hoping to annoy him. It didn't seem to work so she just watched until the food was done. He plated it neatly with a steady hand and sat it on the table before lifting her from the counter.

"As N'Jada's representative I'd like to request a Sprite."

"Request denied."

"But it's for N'Jada!"

"N'Jada," Erik bent rubbing her stomach. "Mommy got rocks in her head. It's why she's so hardheaded. She tryna have the house on my ass."

Rolling her eyes, Charlie accepted the glass of water Erik sat on the table and settled into the chair to taste her dinner. Heavenly choirs sounded.

"Good?" He smirked. She gripped his arm looking up with all her many thanks in her eyes. "What you looking up at me like that for? I ain't make it for you. I made that for N'Jada," he sneered playfully.

"So the evil neega rears his head. Well, N'Jada says thank you! Her mommy says thank you. Also.. clean up the milk please."

"I'm not cleaning shit, I'm calling in the staff. Naked and all..." His expression cracked when Charlie stared him down unblinking. "Kidding. I'll wait till you finish and go upst-" He moved his foot having stepped in yogurt and it was Charlie's turn to spit her food in laughter.

"Karma, nigga," Charlie grinned stuffing her face with another mouthful.

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[lovemecharlie]

Pimp Pimp Hooray

Quick blurb.

Charlie went down the line of women in the living room, fixing lace fronts and adjusting thongs. A little baby oil on one.. lotion on another. Then she turned to the line of men to her left.. baby oil, glitter, lotion, adjust their briefs. Perfect. She took high def photos of both lines and then individual photos of them all, six men and six women. Vita happened to walk by looking for the baby who was in the sling on Charlie's chest.

"I've come for my child," she said, waiting. Charlie unswaddled the sleeping baby. N'Jada was so well behaved at times that Charlie should nearly forget the girl was on her chest. She gave her a light kiss on the forehead before handing her over.

"Auntie Vita is gonna take you for a bit," Charlie whispered gently. N'Jada hardly reacted she was sleeping so good.

"What nonsense is going on and can I join," Vita joked looking at the half naked bunch standing around.

"I don't think you'll want to. I'm trying to be a pimp but a fair and high class pimp and these are my employees. We're gonna contact some bigwigs and moguls.. and see who bites. We just got everyone tested and three have herpes but that's not a big deal. No one had gonorrhea or anything like that." She turned back to the group. "You guys can put your clothes back on we got the photos."

"Well.... I'll let you... get back to it." Vita turned slowly walking away with raised brows while Charlie waved.

"Bye Jada," she whispered.

"It's N'Jada," Vita called back.

"She's not old enough to say it," Charlie mused. She liked omitting the N especially when Erik was around.. just to annoy him.

--

The night came and the pool was hopping with guests as trap music blasted. People in diamonds and designer outfits were everywhere, models in the pool. The event was catered by the kitchen with shrimp cocktail, trays of hors d'oeuvres, and an open bar.

PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE WHORES DRUGS a sign said. Charlie knew that many of the partygoers did heroin, coke, and had pills and weed, but she was serious to the point of hiring security about her employees remaining sober during work. They could drink and do whatever after.

Charlie was charging a $5,000 fee at the pool house entrance for anyone who wanted to get in and partake in the orgy with her 12 babely employees, which she'd paraded at various times through the night. $2,000 for 40 minutes with one. 12% off the top she took for herself and the rest of the money was split between the twelve.

When the party was over, Charlie and her team were happy with their profits. She let them get drunk and party amongst themselves because it was only Friday and Saturday would be even busier.

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