Carl Weber - Baby Momma Drama

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In Richmond, Virginia, Stephanie and Jasmine compete for affection from their grandmother, Big Mama. The oldest sister, Jasmine, is waiting on her boyfriend, Derrick, to get out of jail. After three years of loyalty and celibacy, on one of her visits she finds Derrick in a compromising position with his baby's mama, Wendy. The hurt of that encounter causes her to seek out her friend, Dylan. Their relationship starts off shaky when his ex-girlfriend claims that she is pregnant. Little sister, Stephanie, has a daughter by her high-school sweetheart, Malek, who left her to pursue a music career in Washington, D.C. Throughout all of the "baby's mama drama," Jasmine and Stephanie learn that they actually have more in common and that no matter what they will always be sisters.

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Despite Monica’s objections, I did open my first store, and then two more followed. I also traveled to conventions almost every weekend, where I made some of my biggest profits. Monica hated that I traveled so often, which is probably why she started yet another fight with me as I started checking the work my store manager had done for the D.C. convention.

It had taken me about ten minutes to check the work that Brett had done. Before I could finish, Monica was already getting fidgety.

“What the hell is Teddy Harris for, decoration?” She sighed loudly, checking her beeper.

“Look, Monica, you know as well as I do that Ted isn’t worth shit. Why don’t you just let me finish what I have to do here so we can go home?” I guess she didn’t like my tone of voice, because she turned around and walked right out the door. I really hadn’t meant to upset her, but any time someone mentioned Teddy Harris’s name lately, I got pissed

Teddy Harris was my business partner and full-time pain in the ass. I met him at the annual three-day Chicago comic convention a few months after I opened up my first store. We were both young and living in Virginia, so we hung out after the show closed each night. Teddy, a tall, wiry white man, was a master salesman. He could sell you your own toothbrush three times and you’d end up leaving his booth thinking you got a great deal. He was without a doubt the smoothest talker I have ever met. Matter of fact, he was so smooth that over a pitcher of beer he talked me into forming a partnership to open my second and third stores.

The partnership was great at first. Ted, who lived in Spotsylvania County, ran our Fredericksburg location, and I ran our Richmond location. Both of us worked shows each weekend, and we split the profits fifty-fifty. For a while it was like printing money. But after a year the Fredericksburg store was making less and less money. Well, at least that’s what Teddy was saying. The truth is, if anyone other than Teddy had been running that store I might have believed it. But like I said, Teddy Harris was a master salesman. There was no way that store was not making money. What had started out as a great partnership had quickly become a mess, with me doing most of the work and Ted sticking his greedy hands out for more money. We were making money, but nowhere near what we should have been. This is why the mere mention of my partner’s name made my blood pressure rise.

When I finished in the store, I expected Monica to be waiting for me in the car, but she was nowhere to be found. I searched the entire area for about fifteen minutes, finally driving over to the cabstand two blocks away. It wasn’t unlike Monica to take a cab home when she was upset with me. I went in and asked the dispatcher if he’d seen a young lady fitting Monica’s description. Bingo! She had just left in a cab headed to Riverside, Petersburg’s most expensive condominiums. Just what I didn’t wanna hear.

I was fuming as I drove over to Riverside. I didn’t know what Monica’s problem was lately, but I was getting sick of if She was going to give me some answers or we were through. As much as I loved her, the last few months had been one big, constant argument. Not just about getting married or us having a baby, but about stupid things like me watching too much football, or the toilet seat being left up. The only arguments started by me were the ones about her so-called friend, Jordan.

Jordan Brown was every faithful boyfriend’s worst nightmare. A six-foot-tall pretty boy, Jordan was the heir to the Brown Funeral Home business in Petersburg. Proud of his reputation as a ladies’ man, Jordan was known to carry on six and seven different relationships at the same time. Most of them were with other people’s wives and girlfriends, and lately I suspected he’d been after mine.

I had tried to stop their friendship on several occasions by explaining to Monica that he was planning on seducing her, after which she’d be thrown to the side like a used condom. But for months she kept telling me that he was just a friend and that I should grow up. Maybe I was acting like a jealous teenager, but I had been warned about Jordan Brown.

My best friend, Joe, who had grown up in Petersburg, knew Jordan well. He told me in no uncertain terms, “Keep your woman as far away from Jordan as possible. He’s a master street psychologist and he preys on weak-minded, materialistic woman.”

Of course I responded as most overconfident brothers would. “My girl is too smart to fall for that pretty boy’s shit. She gets everything she needs right here from me.”

Joe, being the true friend he is, quickly burst that bubble.

“Dylan, man, I don’t know how to tell you this, but Monica’s the most materialistic woman I’ve ever met. I can just envision Jordan pulling up in that brand-new Mercedes sport. Monica would be daydreaming about how to spend his parents’ loot as soon as she got in his ride. She’s a prime candidate for a brother like him, ’cause she can’t see past the green.”

I didn’t admit it to Joe, but it took me exactly five seconds to realize he was right. I looked over at my Ford Taurus. Monica always hated that car, even though it was less than a year old. I guess after being with her for six years I had put aside what I really knew to be true. Monica didn’t come to college to get an education; she came to get her M.R.S. You know, as in Mrs. Filthy-Rich Doctor’s Wife. She came to meet a husband, a rich husband, and although I was on the right track, I wasn’t there yet, and she sure didn’t believe I was gonna get there.

Because I knew how much Monica craved wealth, I din’t trust her around Jordan. I tried to put my foot down and forbid her to see him. Finally, she quit the bowling team they were on and swore that she would never hang out with Jordan Brown again. Matter of fact, she said that they weren’t even friends anymore. At the time I had been relieved., but as I drove to Riverside on Thanksgiving night, I decided it must have been a well-calculated lie just to get me off her back.

“That sneaky fucking bitch!” I yelled as I passed the cab that had probably dropped her off.

Monica hadn’t walked out of the store because I yelled at her. When we were in the store her beeper went off just as plain as day. But instead of running to the phone in the store as she normally would, she must have gone outside to use a pay phone. Now there was no doubt in my mind that it was Jordan who had beeped her.

I pulled into a space in front of Jordan’s town house apartment and thought about how much Monica really meant to me. I was nervous about losing her, and afraid of what I was about to discover. Maybe it was all my fault. Maybe I should have just given her an engagement ring so that we could get on with our lives and have a baby.

But that weak shit didn’t last long. I couldn’t believe that I was actually contemplating buying an engagement ring for a woman who had just left me a half hour ago without a word to go see some other brother. I stormed toward the apartment intending to pull her ass out of there. But I stopped dead in my tracks when I looked at the window and spotted a silhouette of two people embracing. Taking a deep breath, I slowly crept up to the window, peeking through the space where the curtains met. What I saw next was much worse than a simple embrace. It was tragic. Monica was naked, bent over Jordan’s coffee table with a straw up her nose, snorting cocaine like it was going outta style. Jordan was sitting next to her with a straw in his hand, eagerly waiting for her to finish.

“Monica, you stupid bitch! What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

I must have scared the shit out of them, because Monica let out a piercing scream.

I was about to put my fist through the glass when Jordan poked his head through the curtain to see what was going on. There I was, staring angrily at the man who was about to screw my girlfriend, and the only thing between us was a pane of glass. I wanted to put my fist right through that glass and punch him in the fucking nose, but the last bit of common sense I had told me that I’d cut my hand to shreds. I’m sure Jordan suspected I was about to do something crazy, because he took a step back. He was scared; I could see it in his eyes.

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