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  “I don’t know and I could care less,” said Neron. He didn’t even look in Gaby’s direction.

  “Lopez vs. Hernandez,” said the bailiff.

  We stood up and walked into the courtroom behind Gabriela and her male friend. My family lawyer was present and greeted us. I could tell Gaby was surprised to see that we had a lawyer while she had a public defender.

  “You may be seated,” said the judge.

  We sat down and the courtroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

  “Good day. On this first appearance, I will try to establish what has taken place in the past with Magdalena to make a temporary order of custody to ensure that the child is safe. I will be taking everything into consideration to make sure that the child is safe and that no radical changes are being imposed on the child unless clearly warranted,” said the judge in a dull voice.

  “Your honor, we’re asking that visitation and rights stay the same. My client is not irresponsible nor a danger to her daughter. In fact, Mr. Lopez’s girlfriend has been arrested twice for assault against Gabriela,” said Gaby’s public defender.

  I was fuming mad that Gabriela would try and put a spin on me being arrested twice. She got her ass beat for drugging me and then cried wolf. She got her ass whooped a second time for trying to seduce Neron and pressed charges. I thanked God that my lawyer was able to get me off the charges, but this bitch had some nerve to come up to court with her cheap ass wanna-be public defender. He was trying to make it seem like Neron and I were the unfit ones.

  “Objection your honor, the charges were later dropped and they occurred because Ms. Murphy was provoked by Ms. Hernandez, your honor,” said my lawyer Donald.

  “I’ve submitted the police reports for evidence,” said Gabriela’s public defender.

  The judge talked for a few minutes while Neron and I sat patiently waiting to hear the ruling. I really wanted to fly across the room and beat Gaby’s ass, but that wouldn’t have solved anything. I was seriously over her and just wanted to move on from all the shit she started.

  “I’m going to drop the restraining order against Ms. Hernandez. I don’t have sufficient evidence to feel the need to proceed in keeping the order of protection intact.”

  “Mannnnn—I mean your honor, she just put sugar in my tank. I know it was you,” Neron yelled as he glared at Gaby.

  The bitch couldn’t even look our way because she was guilty.

  “Order! Mr. Lopez, I will not tolerate such outburst in my court. In fact, there isn’t enough evidence to suggest that Ms. Hernandez is unfit. Therefore, joint custody will remain. Miss Hernandez is providing a safe environment and is stable financially. I suggest whatever issues you two have, you get over them and co-parent like mature adults do,” said the judge.

  I blew air out of my lips. I glanced at Gaby and she had a smirk on her face that suggested that she was quite pleased with the ruling. I couldn’t believe this shit. How in the world did Gabriela manage to come out on top? We thought the judge was done with his ruling until he said something that blew us away.

  “I’m ordering Mr. Lopez to pay child support in the amount of three thousand a month. Ms. Hernandez will have visitation on the weekends and Mr. Lopez will retain all custody on the weekdays.”

  “Sir, I’ve given her money towards my daughter,” Neron interrupted.

  “Well, cash isn’t a verifiable method. Keep receipts and get things in writing,” the judge responded.

  “I have receipts, though,” Neron replied eagerly.

  “Well, you shouldn’t have a problem doing your job and paying child support since you’re already doing it,” the judge quickly responded.

  “Sir, judge, wait,” yelled Neron.

  “I’ll see everyone in a month. Court adjourned,” said the judge, slamming his gavel down.

  Gaby and her male friend walked out with their heads held high. I was infuriated.

  “What in the world just happened?” Neron asked. “How could everything I petitioned to the court be denied and she gets granted child support? That bitch is unfit and we all know it.” He slammed his fist on the desk.

  “We’re going to file an appeal. Don’t let this discourage you. Just relax,” said my lawyer.

  Neron and I shook my lawyer’s hand and made our way towards our car. Neron was quiet, which meant he was either pissed, thinking or both. I decided not to bother him. I couldn’t believe that Gabriela had won this round, but it wasn’t over. It was far from over.

  Chapter 11

  Gabriela

  I was overjoyed that I was still able to have custody of my daughter. I was even more elated that my child support request was granted and for three thousand a month. I was taken back when Neron mentioned the sugar in his gas tank, but the judge was so strict and stern that none of us could get a word out. Neron couldn’t prove that I did it.

  “Look at you smiling and all happy,” said Paul.

  We were driving home from our family law court date.

  “Beyond excited, baby, and tomorrow is Friday, so she will be coming over finally,” I said grinning.

  I couldn’t wait to see Magdalena. I had missed her so much.

  “I gotta stop popping these pills with you. I need to start fresh.”

  “Yeah, I hear you. I only do that shit to relax, but you’ve been going overboard with them. I’mma have to start hiding them from you,” said Paul, turning into my apartment complex.

  “Don’t act like I’m some pill popping addict, Paul. You introduced me to them,” I said raising my voice.

  “I’ve given you a total of two. There’s over fifteen missing! I take those every blue moon since I had a car accident a few years back. You know I get back pain, but you just take the shit like Skittles. You be the judge.”

  Before I could get a word out, he kept talking, “Then you come to court looking a hot ass mess, Gaby. It’s a good thing the judge didn’t base the ruling off of your appearance.” Paul glared back and forth from the road to me.

  “Whatever,” I said ignoring him.

  I hoped out of the car and went straight to the kitchen. I made sandwiches for the boys, Paul, and myself.

  We spent the remaining day watching movies and relaxing as a family. All that was missing was my Magdalena. I couldn’t wait to see her, plus tomorrow was Mother’s Day.

  Once I put the boys to bed, Paul was in the shower and I decided to call Neron since he hadn’t attempted to contact me about Magdalena. I knew his ass was salty, but he needed to get over it. He should’ve just given me money when I initially asked. It sucked to be him.

  I picked up my cell phone and called Neron over ten times and each time he sent me to voice mail. I started to get mad. Finally, on the eleventh ring, he answered.

  “Hello?” I said when Neron didn’t speak.

  “What?” he simply asked.

  “I want my daughter. Bring her to me,” I demanded.

  “The judge said weekends. Today is Thursday, bitch. I will bring her tomorrow.”

  This nigga just hung up on me and called me out of my name. Is this nigga crazy? I couldn’t believe this shit. I called back.

  “What Gabriela? Damn!” Neron barked into the phone.

  “Listen here, I won’t be too many more bitches. We all know what happens when you piss me off, Neron. Hell, you saw it for yourself today. Like I said, bring me my child, Neron. I’m not playing!” I yelled.

  “No. I’ll bring her tomorrow, now get the fuck off my line, bitch,” Neron yelled.

  “Fuck you, you pencil dick bitch! I’m about to drive over there and get her myself,” I replied.

  Neron scoffed. “Say what you want, but Kimora is getting this pencil dick for the rest of her life, bitch!”

  What was that supposed to mean? Was he engaged?

  “Are you engaged, Neron?” I asked, sounding like a child.

  Neron sighed. “Why the fuck do you make shit so hard, Gaby? Like I said, I’ll bring her tomorrow. Goodbye,” N
eron said. He hung up.

  If I were a cartoon character, you would see smoke coming out of my ears. Neron didn’t understand how much I’ve missed my daughter. It also hurt to know that he and Kimora were engaged. Granted, I was over him, but to know that Kimora was someone he wanted to grow old with for the rest of his life hurt because I thought that would’ve been me.

  “Damn, why were you yelling?” asked Paul.

  He had just emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Beads of water sat on his skin. I was falling for Paul, so I guess that’s why it’s been easy letting Neron go. I just hoped Paul saw a future with me like Neron did in Kimora. All I’ve ever wanted was a family with a two-parent household, kids and a house on a hill. I just yearned for happiness. Was that too much to ask for?

  “My stupid ass baby daddy, that’s why. He’s acting like he just can’t drop Mag off right now. It’s just a day early,” I replied. I eyed Paul’s physique and was getting hot all over.

  “You over there eyeing daddy’s dick, shit, just ask for it,” Paul said smirking.

  “I want it,” I said seductively, licking my lips.

  Paul wasted no time dropping his towel and approaching me. He got on the bed and started sucking on my neck. When he looked me in the eyes, I placed my lips on his. I quickly undressed and Paul pulled me on top of him. We wasted no time getting it in. I was dripping wet as I slid down on his erect dick. I rode him as if my life depended on it. My cantaloupe size breasts were jumping up and down as I was moaning with ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I continued to ride him as he hit every spot imaginable in my cave.

  “Ugh, girl, I love you,” Paul grunted.

  He loved me?

  He lifted me up and slammed me back down on his pole. He definitely fucked like a porn star.

  “Yesssss,” I moaned.

  “Get on all fours,” Paul murmured.

  I complied like a motherfucker!

  Paul positioned himself behind me and rammed into me like a crash dummy. He smacked the shit out of my ass. I loved that rough shit. Paul had the perfect rhythm as he took my body on the path to bliss. I didn’t want to come yet, so I forced him to lie on his back. I took his wet, sticky dick into my mouth and went to work as if I didn’t have any teeth. He loved when I sucked him off and hummed. It drove him crazy. My head game was superb.

  “Shit,” Paul whispered as he had his eyes closed. “Fuck… I love you,” Paul confessed again.

  Hearing him claim his love for me really had me feeling a type of way.

  I didn’t want him coming into my mouth, so I stopped and jumped on his dick backward, in reverse cowgirl position. He loved seeing my ass in his face. He loved seeing his manhood slide in and out of me. It wasn’t long before I creamed all over him and Paul pulled out and shot his seeds on my ass.

  I collapsed on the bed, panting and out of breath. Paul pulled me into him and my heart melted.

  “Did you really mean what you said?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I’m in love witchu, gurl,” he replied.

  “I’m in love with you too,” I admitted.

  No other words were spoken as we cuddled and drifted off to sleep. I slept peacefully like a baby in his arms.

  *

  I woke up the next morning on cloud nine because I was finally going to see Magdalena and it was Mother’s Day. I couldn’t wait to see my baby. I texted Neron bright and early, seven in the morning to be exact. He responded four hours later saying his mother would be dropping her off. I was instantly pissed because I didn’t have a baby with his mammy. I had a baby with him. Why was he dodging me like I was the plague or some shit? To top it off, he hadn’t wished me a happy Mother’s day. What in the hell was up with that. Yeah, we had our differences, but I was still the mother of his kids.

  “Yes Gabriela,” said Neron.

  I decided to call his ass.

  “You didn’t wish me a happy Mother’s Day, Neron, that’s what?” I barked as I paced my living room.

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “No, I’m not. I’m the mother of two of your children,” I said, standing still with my hand on my hip.

  “Mannnnnn, if you don’t go on somewhere. It’s not my job to wish your tired ass a happy Mother’s Day. You ain’t my girl. Shit, I wish you weren’t even Mag’s mother. I don’t know what the hell goes through your head. You’re tripping,” he said laughing.

  His response hurt me to the core. How could he say something so cruel and mean to me? I didn’t want him to know that he got to me, so I kept on my poker face.

  “Whatever. Look, what time is your mother bringing her?” I asked with an attitude. I took a seat on the couch and stared at the wall. I was so hurt at how he was treating me.

  Neron finally stopped laughing enough to answer my question. “She just left from my house and will be your way shortly,” he replied.

  “Why does your mother have to bring her anyway? You’re the father.”

  “She’s bringing her because I don’t like you, Gabriela, period. I don’t even want to be around you. You’ve made my life hell and then go to court and play the victim,” Neron said pissed.

  “Well, what do you expect? I asked you for money and you didn’t wanna give it to me, so now you have to. You should’ve just did what I asked. Plus, you have some nerve nigga, trying to take my rights away and shit.” I was getting mad, but I refused to let him bring my mood down any more than he had on my Mother’s Day.

  “You’re unfit that’s why. Don’t think this shit is over because it’s not. I will see you back in court soon,” Neron said angrily.

  “Whatever. Try me!”

  Neron hung up on me again. I swear he was starting to aggravate me. I tossed my phone against the wall and it fell to the floor. I broke out in tears. Neron was treating me cold and I didn’t like it.

  I decided to calm down, so I took a quick shower. When I got out of the shower, Paul had managed to make an egg Florentine casserole. It looked delicious.

  “Wow, you did this for me?” I asked.

  “Happy Mother’s Day,” Paul and the boys yelled.

  I broke into tears from feeling so appreciated and happy. I hugged the boys, kissed Paul as he went, and fixed me a hot plate. The boys presented me with a beautiful Tiffany heart charm bracelet in sterling silver. I was in awe as I stared at the bracelet.

  “We picked it out, but Paul bought it,” the boys eagerly said.

  I thanked them repeatedly as I kissed my brothers on the cheek and hugged them.

  “I guess you like it, huh,” Paul said. He was grinning as he placed my plate on the coffee table to put my bracelet on.

  “Thank you, Paul. I love it! I was upset because I thought I wasn’t going to get any recognition for Mother’s Day. I try so hard not to be like my mother. I don’t want to be like her.” I stared directly into Paul’s eyes.

  “You won’t be, Gabriela. You have me. We’re a team. Now, let’s eat,” Paul said.

  I was slowly falling in love with him.

  Right when my fork hit my polished plate, the doorbell rang. I jumped up and straightened myself up. I flung the door open, not bothering to look out the peephole and was face to face with my beautiful daughter. She was cooing and looking around. I didn’t even greet Neron’s mother. I grabbed my baby and planted kisses all over her plump face. She was perfect. Not a hair was out of place on her and she smelled so good. I noticed Neron’s mother was trying to peak into my house, but I quickly shut that shit down. She was attempting to find anything wrong, so she could go back and snitch to Neron.

  “Thank you, Mrs. Lopez. May I have my daughter’s baby bag?” I said with slight annoyance.

  She somewhat scrunched up her nose and passed me the baby bag. I didn’t bother saying anything to her as I went into the house and closed the front door on her. The boys were so excited to see her. I was on cloud nine. I had my daughter, my brothers and my man.

  *

  “Baby, I’m l
eaving for work,” Paul whispered in my ear.

  I stirred in my sleep and fluttered my eyes. I glanced at the clock and it was five in the morning.

  “Um hum,” I mumbled.

  Paul left for work and I was able to sleep in for a few hours until Magdalena woke up, but I was happy to hear her cry because I’d missed her so much.

  After I woke up and bathed Mag, fed her and rocked her back to sleep, I decided to get on Facebook. With everything going on lately, I wasn’t even thinking about checking my timeline or messages. I grabbed my phone from off the coffee table and logged in. I had three messages from Ryan.

  Hello Gabriela,

  Last time I’d spoken to you, you informed me that you would let me know the test results for your daughter. Is she mine? It’s not fair that you’re keeping her from me.

  Ryan

  I shook my head and proceeded to read the next message.

  Gabriella,

  My patience is wearing thin Gabriela. Am I the father or not?

  I scrolled to the next message and started reading it.

  Do I need to make a trip to your house to get the fuckin’ results myself, Gaby? I’m trying to be nice, but I feel like you’re playing me and I don’t do games. I’m a grown ass man. Is Magdalena my daughter?

  I blew air out of my lips.

  “Let me reply back to this fool,” I said to no one in particular.

  I got up, grabbed the results from out of my room, and snapped a picture of the letter showing the percentage of Neron being the father. I inserted the picture into the message and typed a quick response.

  Fuck nigga, you’re not the father of Magdalena. Now get out of my life!

  I hit send and decided to post a few pictures of Mag and the boys. After surfing around Facebook for about an hour, I decided to start on lunch. All was great in my world.

  Chapter 12

  Kimora

  My Mother’s Day was amazing! I was bummed that we didn’t have Mag with us, but I still enjoyed my day at the beach with Junior and Neron. Man, the Florida sun was disrespectful and showing out because it was scorching outside, but Neron had brought along some beach chairs, a cooler filled with wine coolers, soda, bottled water, and we grabbed a bucket of KFC chicken to get through the heat. Don’t give me the side eye. Don’t knock it until you try it! With proposing and my engagement ring, I didn’t expect a Mother’s Day gift, but Neron surprised me with a new Kindle Fire since my old one went out. I was so in love with this man. I couldn’t believe how far we had come and how much I was in love with him.