A Trap King's Wife 1 by Jahquel J. Page B

Feet swollen and high risked.”
                  “He want you to marry him? Why cause he locked up?”
                  She looked at me, pursed her lips and pulled the lever on the slot machine. “Yep, so he can get conjugal visits. I don’t want to do it.”
                  “You don’t have to do shit you don’t want to do,” I said, getting a little heated.
                  “I know that. I’m not marrying him. What the hell I look like? I’ll keep visiting so he can see his kids, but I might stop that soon. He doesn’t even express concern with them, whenever he calls.”
              “Damn,” I muttered.
                  “Yep, so what’s going on with you and baby mama? I know she was heated about the other night.”
                  “Yeah, she was, but I didn’t do shit wrong. It aint like we together,” I shrugged.
                  “Long as you keep giving her false hope about being a family, she will continue to do things like that. She aint tripping off nothing, I’ll tell you that,” She sipped from her wine glass.
                  “To be completely blunt, all we do is fuck. I’ll go over there and spend time with my son and she’ll cook and do put a movie on. I don’t suggest the shit,” I stated.
                  “See, that’s where you’re going wrong. Later down the line when yall both have moved on, and she has that idea that yall won’t ever be a family, and will just be co parents, it will work. But, right now while she thinking yall gonna be a family, and she’s not moving on, that confuses the shit out her.” She explained.
                  “What the hell am I supposed to do?”
                  “I don’t want to come in between yall shit, but I would suggest you taking your son and spending time with just him. She doesn’t always need to be there, he’s one years old. Spend weekends with him. It will start the process of letting her know that this is just us raising our son, nothing more. Furthermore stop fucking her, nasty,” she teased.
                  “I’m gonna try that, but if that shit don’t work I’m holding you accountable,” I mushed her gently.
                  “It will, if you do exactly how I said it. Don’t be taking your son of Friday, and dropping him off and giving her dick Sunday. It aint gonna work playa’,” She smacked her lips playfully.
                  “Is that right?” I chuckled.
                  I saw Maddie running over to us with a big smile. Her curls were now pinned onto the top of her head and she was smiling. “I just won two thousand dollars!” She screamed.
                  “I won only three hundred. I’m giving mine to Jaeshawn,” Tiara announced.
                  “Bish, me and John splitting it.  Right, Johnny?”
                  “Anything, Habibi,” He said, calling her baby in Arabic. I could tell this nigga was sprung and didn’t even sniff the pussy.
                  We continued gambling, drinking and enjoying each other’s company. Me and Tiara continued our conversation, while playing the slots and Maddie and John heading to turn in their winnings. My phone started ringing and the number was blocked, something told me to answer.
                  “Yo,”
                  “Jaeshawn, its Keyshawn. He was playing with those toys and swallowed one. He’s having trouble breathing. I’m on my way to Brooklyn Hospital now,” Kaysha sobbed into the phone. 
                  “What? I’m on my way!” I yelled and ended the call.
     
     
     
     

Brandi
     
                  Kaysha made me travel from the Bronx all the way to Brooklyn, just to stare in her face. She claimed she wanted to have some sister time, but in return