"Mother I'd Like to F*$%" - Destiny

​"Oh my God, babe. The test says positive," my husband yells from the bathroom.
 
"WHAT?" I respond, semi-shocked from the news.
 
"No bullshit. Come in here and see for yourself."
 
I hop off of our plush blue microfiber couch and go to our first floor half bathroom. The faint scent of geranium and vanilla from the unlit candles hits me and I suddenly become nauseous.
 
"Look, D!" Kevin says as he shoves the positive pregnancy test in my face. I take the test from his hands and I stare at it. As I see the word PREGNANT digitally sprawled across the 1.5 inch screen, a surge of emotions comes over me like a flood.
 
"My parents are going to be so thrilled! I'm going to call them now. Do you think they are home or out walking on the beach, holding hands like teenagers?" Kevin ask me exuberantly.
 
"Huh?" I replied, half listening to him.
 
"I think they might be at home. I remember Dad telling me that they were having problems with their cable and that they scheduled an appointment for someone to check out the issue. I think the appointment might have been today. I'll call them on their house phone." Kevin says as he walks out of the bathroom to make the call, too excited to see that I am overtaken by my conflicting feelings.
 
 If I had a kid back in the day, I would have been a MILF, the baddest bitch in the city. But in 2016, I could never equate the term to myself. Back in the day, I was the shit. My body was on FLEEK! Smooth caramel skin, dark brown hair that hit my mid-back, 38C breast, 25 inch waist, and a booty that swayed like the wind when I walked. I used my body to get what I wanted from men.. and sometimes women. But all that changed when my life spiraled out of control almost causing it to end.

​It all started when I met him. Standing at 6'2", Marcus was like a god. He was dark chocolate with a muscular frame and a voice that could make any woman's panties wet. He kept himself clean cut, always wore tailored attire and rocked a low fade with a pristine shape up. I met him at my then-friend's annual yacht birthday bash. I was standing on the upper deck surrounded by associates looking fabulous in my designer cream colored stiletto heels paired with my light pink colored, fitted chiffon dress that showed off my caramel skin which glistened in the warm sunlight. As I was dancing and laughing in my circle of acquaintances, he approached our group. He was wearing light pink linen pants and a cream colored button up shirt matched with his perfect cream, tan and light pink boat shoes. The first two buttons of his shirt were unbutton so the world was fortunate to behold just a glimpse of his mocha colored muscular chest.
 
"I don't mean to interrupt but I had to say hello to you," he looked me straight in my face without blinking an eye as if I was the only one on the yacht.
 
All eyes turned towards me as I responded, "Why hello and your name is?" As if on cue, everyone made excuses to leave the circle so it was only him and me left.
 
"My name is Marcus," he responded, his smooth baritone voice echoed in my ear. "And what is your name?"
 
"My name is Destiny," I replied smiling ear to ear.
 
"Destiny," he said seductively. "So it was fate for us to meet."
 
"I don't think it was fate if you approached me!" I said impudently.
 
"Well, it was fate for us to both be here at Yasmine's birthday bash. We could have been anywhere in the world on this beautiful sunny Saturday but we both chose to celebrate with Yasmine today," he impugned.
 
"Touché!" I smiled.
 
I don't know if it was his courage to challenge me or if it was his seductive demeanor but I was highly aroused and intrigued by this fine piece of man whose skin glowed like the touch of midnight.
 
"So what do you do for a living, Ms. Destiny?"
 
"Well, besides blessing this earth with my beauty and mind, I model at Les Belles Élégantes Fashion House. And what do you do for a living, Mr. Marcus?"
 
"I am the Executive Director of Public Relations and Marketing at The Maketa Group"
 
"Hmm... Audacious, extremely attractive, and successful, does Mr. Marcus have a significant other?" I ask boldly.
 
"Significant other? Is that your way of asking if I'm gay?" He asked. I smiled slyly waiting on his response.
 
"No, I am neither gay nor seeing anyone. I am waiting on someone to be as audacious, extremely attractive and successful as I am. You seem to be all of that and more. Hopefully you aren't seeing anyone."
 
"Hmm..." I reply.
 
"Hmm? That must mean that the man that you are currently seeing is not stimulating you. That's a shame because you need to be touched physically and mentally until your body climaxes and your mind has multiple orgasm."
 
Those delectable words spoken from his full lips in that rich baritone voice made my lady parts throb but I played it off by saying, "Maybe."
 
"Well Destiny, I'm not about the cat-and-mouse so I am going to cut to the chase. You are very beautiful and I would like to get to know you a little better. If I am right about the man that you are seeing and you would like the opportunity to be revitalized in ways undreamed or unheard of, give me a call." He handed me his business card and gave me a kiss on my forehead. The smell of musk and the touch of his lips on my skin made me melt inside. "I hope to hear from you soon." he said as he walked away.
 
If I would have known then what I know now, I would have ripped the card to shreds and threw the pieces into the river. But curiosity got the best of me and I put his card in my rose gold colored clutch. What I thought was innocent inquisitiveness turned into 2 years of suffering that almost killed me...but if not for the grace of God…