Page 19 of Certified Pressure 3
“Yes,” I said firmly. “I know it sounds like a lot, but our parents don’t care about her. They haven’t even checked on her since her surgery. She deserves more than being tossed aside. I’m going to be on my feet soon, and I just want your support and your help to move forward.”
Uncle Lionel rubbed his chin slowly, then nodded. “I can’t say I’m not surprised, but I can’t say I don’t understand either. You’ve already been raising that little girl. You’ve been her rock for as long as I can remember.”
Deanne tilted her head, studying me. “Have you talked to your parents about this?”
I shook my head. “No, and at this point, I don’t plan to. I just want to go through the court or whatever process it takes to make it official. I don’t want Zurie growing up wondering if anybody wants her. I want her to know she has me.“
Deanne reached over and touched my hand. “I’m proud of you, Pluto. You’re stepping into responsibility most people your age would run from. If this is what you truly want, then we’ll help you however we can. You won’t be doing this alone.”
The tightness in my chest loosened, and I felt tears sting my eyes. I nodded, swallowing hard. “Thank you. You don’t even know how much it means to hear that, but it’s everything right now.”
Uncle Lionel leaned back against the headboard. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, niece and if you ready to make this move, then we’ll back you up all the way.“
I exhaled slowly, feeling the weight lift off me with every word. It wasn’t just about surviving anymore. It was about building something real.
I thanked them again and quietly left their room, walking back down the hall to the spare bedroom. Zurie was still curledup with the iPad in her hands. I smiled softly, slipped it out of her grasp, and put it on the charger. Then I slid into bed beside her, pulling the blanket over us both.
For the first time in a long time, I felt a flicker of hope. Pressure’s words at the park echoed in my mind, telling me I had decisions to make, and that now that I was carrying his baby, I had no choice but to live differently. I hated to admit it, but he was right.
As I laid still, listening to Zurie’s gentle breathing, I felt something shift inside me. I wasn’t just reacting to life anymore. I was about to start making the kind of choices that would change everything, and this time, I wasn’t afraid.
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
The following day…
It was past midnight and I was up, diggin’ deep inside Kashmere while she dug her nails into my back. Her moans was spillin’ out loud, her legs wrapped tight around my waist like she ain’t want me goin’ nowhere. Sweat slid down my temple and dropped on her chest as I leaned in, kissin’ down her neck, suckin’ her soft skin until I left marks she was gon’ see tomorrow. She was archin’ up under me, gaspin’ every time I pushed my dick in slow then sped up, hittin’ that deep spot that made her claw my back harder.
I grabbed her wrists, pinned ‘em down against the pillow, and leaned back just enough to watch her face twist up. Her lip trembled, and I couldn’t help but laugh low in my throat while I ground down slow, lettin’ her feel every inch. My mouth slid from her lips down to her chest, and I sucked her nipple into my mouth, flickin’ my tongue against it ‘til she cried out and bucked up into me. I switched sides, bitin’ just enough to make her gasp, then went back to kissin’ her neck while I pumped harder, feelin’ her legs shake around me.
“Damn, girl,” I muttered against her skin, “this pussy wet as fuck tonight. You like when I fuck you like this?”
She whimpered my name and nodded, and that’s all I needed. I held her hips tight, thrustin’ deeper, harder, watchin’ her back arch off the bed while her eyes rolled. Her body locked up, and I felt her walls clutchin’ around my dick, pullin’ me deeper and beggin’ me not to stop.
I growled, slidin’ my hand up her throat, squeezin’ hard, lettin’ her feel my dick pulse inside her. Her eyes locked on mine, and I saw that mix of comfort and need that always made me go harder.
Her body jerked, and she came loud under me, her nails scratchin’ down my arms. I grunted, slammin’ into her one last time before I pulled out slow, spillin’ all over her stomach. She laid back breathin’ heavy, her chest risin’ and fallin’ like she just finished runnin’ a race.
I collapsed beside her for a second, my chest heavin’, sweat rollin’ down my back. I kissed her collarbone one last time before slidin’ out the bed, grabbin’ a rag off the dresser. My legs felt heavy, but I made my way to the bathroom, the cold tile hittin’ my feet as soon as I stepped in.
I flicked on the light, squintin’ a lil’ and leaned over the sink. I splashed water across my face. It was cool and sharp, runnin’ down my chin as I stared at my reflection. My waves was stilltight, glistenin’ from the sweat, and my chest and back was marked up from Kash’s nails. I let the water sit there for a second before grabbin’ a towel and wipin’ myself down slow.
After a couple minutes, I cut the light off and headed back out with a new rag to wipe Kash up. The sheets was twisted round her body like she was tryna hold on to the heat I left behind. I unravel the sheets, wiped her stomach and dropped the rag on the floor. She then shifted, watchin’ me as I sat on the edge of the bed again with my phone in my hand. Her hair was wild and lashes low, but her eyes was sharp when she finally spoke.
“You tell your parents yet?” she asked, her voice soft but holdin’ weight. “You keep puttin’ it off.”
I ain’t even look up from my phone. “I talked to my mama earlier,” I told her. “I’mma go see ‘em tomorrow. They just got back yesterday from some convention out the country.”
“Tomorrow?” she repeated, her tone sharp like she ain’t believe me. “Pressure, we been engaged over three weeks now. You really mean to tell me you ain’t had no time to go see them before now? They wasn’t gone that long.”
I sighed and set my phone down on the dresser, rubbin’ my head with my palm slow. “You actin’ like I been avoidin’ somethin’,” I said. “I ain’t puttin’ nothin’ off. I’mma tell ‘em tomorrow, like I said. I told you they just got back yesterday from some convention, so don’t make it seem like I been playin’ you.”
She sat up, holdin’ the sheet across her chest. “I’m not saying you playing me, but it do feel like you catering to everything else but me. You real quick to make sure everybody know Pluto pregnant, but when it come to us, it’s like you dragging your feet.”
My jaw flexed, but I ain’t raise my voice. I already checked her before ‘bout bringin’ my child into arguments, and she knew not to cross that line again. I leaned back against the headboard,meetin’ her eyes calm. “Ain’t nobody say I wasn’t gon’ tell ‘em about you, but I also gotta tell ‘em Pluto havin’ my baby. Both things gotta get said, and I can’t pick one over the other. You not a secret, Kash. When we get married, everybody gon’ know you my wife. Just ‘cause I ain’t movin’ on your timeline don’t mean I’m tryna hide you.”
She bit her lip, still lookin’ like she wasn’t satisfied. “Then why I can’t come with you? If you serious about me being your wife, why I can’t be right there when you tell them?”
“‘Cause I need to handle that part on my own,” I said, my voice even but firm. “I gotta sit with my mama and let her know about my baby with Pluto, and I don’t need no extra tension in that moment. That ain’t me tryna keep you out. That’s me bein’ real about what’s gon’ come up when I bring it up.
