Turned Out By A Boss(18)
“Denim stop crying and push.” Cree coached.
“Please try and call Rico again. I need him here with me,” she cried.
Not wanting to tell Denim that Rico had already texted her informing her that he wasn't coming before turning his phone off she just sighed. Looking at Denim and lightly dapping her forehead with a damp towel she couldn't help but smile. Her girl wasn't lying when she said she was gonna be looking fabulous in the delivery room, because even with the sweat beads coming down her face and her in pain she looked fierce. Her Brazilian weave was curled to perfection and her face was beat to the Gods.
“What the hell you smiling for? Get Rico’s ass in here NOW!” Cree jumped at Denim’s authority.
“Rico’s not coming so you're gonna have to just suck it up and deliver your baby,” Cree yelled right as the doctor ordered her to push again.
Through all the screaming, crying, contractions and pain Denim trooped it out and had a natural birth. At 12:41 A.M on July 7th Denim gave birth to a healthy 7 pound 6 oz. baby girl who was exactly 18 inches long.
"How are you feeling?" Cree asked a half sleep Denim.
"I'm in pain still." she said barely audible.
It's been almost two hours since she's had her little girl and she was now back in her room and cleaned up with a supportive yet excited Cree by her side.
"It's ok boo, just know that pain is from giving birth to your lil mama and that it was worth it. I can't believe you’re a MOTHER NOW!" Screamed Cree excited.
"I want my baby."
Cree got up from the chair she was sitting in beside Denim's hospital bed and pushed the button connected to the nurse station.
"Yes Ms. Wright, what can I do for you?" asked the nurse upon entering.
"Umm, I wanted to know when will I be able to see my baby."
"Oh ok. I'll go get her now then." Walking out the nurse came back after a short ten minutes wheeling in a baby wrapped up in a pink blanket. "Here is baby Wright," She announced rolling her in the corner by Denim's bed and leaving out after telling her to ring the bell if she's needed.
"Aww boo look at little miss pretty." Cree cooed after washing her hands and lifting the baby up causing her to stir in her sleep.
"I wanna hold my child heifer."
"Look at your momma already jealous of the relationship you and your sexy auntie about to have." joked Cree in a baby like voice.
"Bitch pass her," Denim demanded.
The moment Denim held her daughter in her arms, she knew she had to do better and it was honestly time for a change.
"She's so precious. What you gonna name her?" Asked Cree as she snapped away on her phone taking pictures.
"Don't post none of them pictures until after I call everybody and they come see her. As for her name I'm gonna name her Rhia Dakota Wright."
"That is so pretty. I love it." Cree squealed scaring Rhia making her jump in her mom’s arms.
“Are you sure you don't want to give her his last name?”
“He proved to me what my daughter meant to him when he decided not to bring his ass to this hospital to watch her be born.” Denim sneered. Putting her hand up, she stopped Cree before she could even say anything. “He left a text on my phone, I seen it. I'm done.”
“Don't even worry about that right now. You just gave birth to your baby girl. Fuck Rico.” Cree added.
“I can't believe he missed out on this," Denim said her voice cracking. "This was one thing he could never get back. He missed watching his daughter be brought into this world I could never forgive him," she broke down crying causing Cree to take a sleeping Rhia from her arms.
Cree climbed beside her in the bed cradling her in her arms. “Denim listen, do not blame yourself or sit here crying that was his lost not yours.”
Rico
Rico laid in his bed thinking about how he was gonna get Denim to realize that he was her only option. If it wasn't for Rico, Denim wouldn't be living in her own house out in Queens and she definitely wouldn't be whipping a 2014 BMW. Thinking hard, he knew Denim wasn't really moved by materialistic things but as a new mother with no job, he knew she was gonna need him.
"Babe that was good as always." Beamed Deena as she lay her sweaty body on top of his kissing his lips.
One would think after sex you'd still be on your orgasmic high but nope, not Rico. Instead, he laid there in his thoughts disappointed. Anyone who knew Rico knew sex was all it took to get him so this was a sad thing. There he lay disappointed after what was supposed to be some hot and steamy romantic rendezvous between him and his wife.
Rico was in his thoughts because he had to find a way to get Denim to realize that he's genuine and really do want what's best for her and their child also making her believe he's the right choice. In the back of his mind, Rico knew Denim could and possibly would do better than him.
Disappointed because once again he had to fake an orgasm while supposedly "making love" to his wife. Throughout the years, Rico has been unsatisfied and bored in the bed room department of his marriage which more so led to his cheating. It was like as the years went by Deena just stopped giving her all. When it came to sex, it used to be magical between the two. Rico used to want to just roll over and let sleep take over him. Now, all he wanted to do was hit the shower to finish the job himself.