Huey grumbled as Riley stirred in some sugar into his cup full of coffee. The neck of the spoon clanged elegantly with small "tings" against the rim of the mug. Each little "ting" made more and more hairs rise on Huey's neck.
Ting
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Ting
"IT'S MIXED ENOUGH!" Huey suddenly shouted, surprising Riley a bit.
"Damn, niggah, chill" Riley said, setting the spoon on the table, "Whats the matter witchu?"
"I'm just…. Kinda tense," Huey managed, taking a sip from his coffee.
"Why? Di-in't Jazmine come home last week?" Riley asked, fiddling with the napkin at the edge of the table, "Thought that'd loosen a brutha up, ya know what I'm sayin?"
"It's that damn cousin o' hers. She's gotten to her," Huey shook his head, "She's so paranoid I'm gonna leave her she doesn't even want to sleep in the same bed anymore. And finally, finally, after about thirty minutes of rubbing her damn feet, she gets in the mood an then Grandad decides he wants to come in and use our bathroom cos' the one downstairs aint workin," Huey's voice was rising as he spoke, becoming more and more annoyed with his life at the moment, "Why the hell does anyone need to use the fucking bathroom at 2 AM!?"
Riley paused and then busted out laughing, slapping the table a bit, "I'm sorry… and I feel fer ya, Bro, but DAMN! That sucks!"
Huey rolled his eyes and shook his head, rubbing his temples, "It's just… getting a little difficult… we can't afford another baby anyway,"
"So wear a glove," Riley shrugged. Huey's eyebrow lowered in a depressed expression that made Riley's grow interested, "what?"
"Jazmine… doesn't believe in…contraceptives,"
"Nigga, what?"
"Birth control,"
Riley's face paled and he leaned forward to whisper, as if he was worried someone would hear, "Why the hell not?"
"She's Catholic." Huey shrugged, "Apparently in order for sex to remain something sacred it has to unify the two having sex and also give life a chance of happening. Condoms kinda kill the whole giving life a chance thing,"
"That's fucked up,"
"Well, you're only supposed to have sex with one person, anyway," Huey shrugged, "And you should have babies with that one person too,"
"So you…like… can never have sex?"
"That's not what I said! We do… Just not as frequently as we… well, I guess, I would like," Huey explained, "Ya see, she's only fertile for a few hours every month so she keeps track of her minstrel cycle to know when that time is. We never know for sure but we can get a good idea of what days an' shit… it's just… damn, kinda annoying,"
"Wait, wait wait! You mean ta tell me that bitches KNOW when they can get jacked up?"
"If they schedule it and keep track of it. It's a lot of paper work," Huey shrugged, "Sometimes I think she just kinda guesses,"
"But they can tell?" Riley blinked, a glimmer of intrigue in his eye, "That's genius,"
"I thought you wanted kids,"
"Not befo' I'm married, shit! I aint bringin no bastard kids here," Riley spat, sitting back in his chair, " Sides, I dun think Cindy feelin like getn' married yet,"
"Why don't you just wait til you're out of college?"
"You di-int!"
"That's because I already had a job to support us for the rest of that year," Huey pointed out, "And one that paid more than minimum wage,"
"Whatevah," Riley rolled his eyes and looked at his annoyed brother who just took a sip of his coffee.
"Look, have you even talked to her about it?"
"I…mentioned it… kinda,"
"Damn it, Riley," Huey hissed, "I don't wanna hear ya talkn about marriage ta me until you talk to her first. It's not something I can prepair you for! It's hard work and-"
"I know! I know!" Riley shouted, standing up and walking for the door, "Damn! Go jack off or suntin! You're annoyin tha hell outta me!"
Huey waited for the door to slam before he crossed his legs and sipped his coffee, opening up the newspaper, he sighed and started to fill his mind up with what was happening outside his own, somewhat horny, little world.
"Was that Riley?"
He looked up to see his wife, dressed in her nightgown and robe. Her hair was a nappy mess but over the years had been trained to fall over her shoulders and not stick up above her head so badly.
"Yeah," He said casually, "He wants to get married to Cindy but hasn't even talked to her about it yet,"
Jazmine's eyes lit up, "Riley's gonna ask Cindy to marry him!?"
Huey raised his eyebrow at her and pointed a finger, "You don't know that, it's family business,"
She scoffed, "I'm your wife!"
"Black family business,"
She rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall, giving him a pouted lip, "Hey,"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry I've been so crazy," She told him, walking over and taking a seat on his lap. He set down his paper and nuzzled his face into her neck. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gently kissed his forehead, "I know you'll never leave me,"
He exhaled and tenderly kissed her neck. She giggled and traced a small circle on his chest
"Where's Grandad?" She asked.
"He took the twins for a walk in the park about ten minutes ago," Huey said in a hushed voice, running his chin over her collar bone. She giggled at the rough feeling of his five Oclock shadow against her smooth skin and ran her hand up his chest, "He thinks they help him pick up chicks,"
She placed a tender kiss on his lips and grabbed his knee.
"I love you," She whispered.
"I love you too,"
Yawning, she stood up and headed for the stove, "Kay, I'll make breakfast,"
Huey's jaw dropped but he was not about to lose his dignity. Getting up, he strolled over to her, leaning his front into her back, he pulled her hair back with his large hands and left small kisses on her neck.
"Huey," She groaned.
"C'mon, Jazmine," He whispered into her ear, "I'll lock the door with the bolt so he can't just wonder in,"
"Huey,"
"I need to be with my wife," He said urgently, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting them on her stomach, leaning his face into her neck and shoulder. He inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet smell.
"Huey… We kinda need to talk…about why I came home so early,"
"But I don't want to," He whispered huskily, taking a slight nibble at her earlobe. She sighed, shaking her head, and pulling up her hand and touching his cheek. He leaned into it and left small kisses on her palm and each of her fingers.
One thing she found out about her husband was that he liked to kiss.
"Huey, I'm serious,"
"So am I,"
He gave her a squeeze, pulling her body close to his for a firm hug. His lowered eyelids popped wide open when he felt something shove against his hand. He immediately let her go and backed up, his eyes as big as saucers.
"You…"
She smiled sweetly at him, turning fully to clutch her flat tummy, that Huey suddenly noticed had a small bump right where her belly button was.
"I guess I didn't time it right,"
Huey stared at his wife and then slapped his forehead, "Jazmine! We don't…we can't… ugh!" he fell back hard onto his chair, rubbing his temples as firmly as he could.
"Oh! I know I know!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.
"We don't have the time or the money for a new baby! It's hard enough with the twins and-"
"I know! I know!" She agreed, cutting him off and pressing her forehead against his and making him open his eyes to look into hers, "But… are you really that upset?"
He sighed, shaking his head and then smiling. She smiled back and kissed his lips.
"We're having another one,"
"Another one," Jazmine smiled and then glancing to her left, "Or three…"
Huey paused, looking at her sternly. She just smiled and giggled a bit, "When you do something, you do it big, Hun,"
Huey inhaled and looked at her, choosing his words carefully. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it to stand up and walk towards the back door.
"Where ya goin?"
"Out," Huey told her, "Don't tell Grandad about this,"
"Huey," She started, her voice slightly panicked, "Huey, where are you going?"
"I said out!" Huey barked, rubbing his head, "I'll be back for dinner,"
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"DAAAAAAAAMN!! Three!? She's havn THREE!? Fuck, niggah! That's kinda impressive,"
"Riley, I'm here to get hammered, not here you compliment me for a mistake," Huey snapped, snagging another bottle and chugging it rather loudly. Riley sat behind the bar, rubbing a glass clean.
"Whaddia mean mistake?" Riley asked him, "You havn babies witcho wife. Dat's what youse sposed to do,"
"You're the worst bartender ever," Huey told him, "I'm not good with kids, damnit! I wasn't good with kids when I was one! And now I have five! FIVE and I've only been married for a few years!"
"Well, I don't want you showin up ta Jazzie's dinner smashed," Riley told him sternly, "Get drunk fast and go sleep it off at ma apartment then go to dinner with a hang over,"
"Sounds like a plan," Huey sighed, taking another swig. He sighed and fiddled with the tip of the bottle, "I aint ready for this, man, I can hardly handle two when Jaz leaves for the store… how can I handle five on my own?"
Riley sighed and shook his head, "Shoulda helped her keep track a'that shit,"
"I'm never having sex again,"
Riley's eyes widened in astonishment, "How ya gonna do that?"
Huey waved his hand casually at him, "Same way we managed in Highschool. Downloadable porn and a locked bathroom,"
Riley rolled his eyes and placed another beer down, "Kay. Well, you suck on that for a bit, wacky, I got other customers,"
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ahhhh!!!! Poor Huey!! Poor Jazmine!!
You guys-"Wait!?! I thought this was a RileyxCindy!!! WTF spice!!??!
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Me- "ahhh!! Its comin! Its comin! Chill!"
UH to be updated soon (or so I hope!!)
