Trust No Man by Cash

Author:Cash [Cash]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Urban, African American, General, Fiction
ISBN: 9780981854564
Google: qLiGNwAACAAJ
Amazon: B002B55PSO
Publisher: Wahida Clark Presents Publishing
Published: 2009-01-15T10:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 20

Little Eryka was born with a head full of pretty brown hair like her mother’s; she had the best features of Cheryl’s and mine. If there’s ever been a prettier baby girl born, you’d never convince me of it. Yeah, my lil’ girl was all that and a bag of chips.

Cheryl’s bedroom at her mother’s spot had been decorated into part-nursery for Eryka Unique, since that’s where they’d be living. Children weren’t allowed to live in the complex where I lived; however, there were no rules preventing them from visiting and staying over a few nights at a time. I was feelin’ Cheryl, and I had instant love for Eryka, but I wouldna wanted them to live with me no way. I ride dirty and live too dangerous to do it like that. Cheryl and the baby were safer living at Cheryl’s mother’s crib. I’d go by there to see them, and they could always come and stay a few nights at my crib. Cheryl was on maternity leave from school, the teachers mailed her assignments to her so she didn’t fall behind in class.

Cheryl tried to be the perfect mother to our daughter, but she had no experience with babies and struggled with a lot of shit I’d seen most young mothers do naturally. Her Ma Duke wasn’t much help, she barely was home long enough to hold her first grandchild.

Though she tried hard, I was better with Eryka than Cheryl. So, I usually fed Eryka and changed her diapers when I was with them. If the baby seemed agitated or sick, Cheryl would call my sister for advice. They’d always end up calling my Ma Dukes on a three-way, ‘cause Toi didn’t know shit ‘bout babies either. Besides, Toi’s man kept her isolated from friends and family most of the time. Or at least that’s how I read it.

In a pinch, I could call Poochie for advice, or even Shan. Yeah, Shan. I’ll go ahead and admit it; we were getting along fine for the time being. No, I hadn’t dicked Shan down. But I had led her to believe I would as soon as I completely healed from the gunshot wounds. Of course, that was just game to see my son. The only way I’d fuck Shan again was if my dick was a bomb. Then I’d just be doing it to watch the punk bitch explode into pieces when I bust a nut.

By the time Eryka was a couple of months old, Cheryl was damn near going loco. Delina said it was some shit called “post-natal depression,” a chemical change in a woman’s body after she gives birth that causes some women to go through temporary but severe depression.

Whatever it’s called, Cheryl was buggin’. She was quick to cry or to get frustrated with Eryka. So much so that I was almost afraid to go home and leave Cheryl alone with our daughter. Some nights I’d take Eryka home with me and leave Cheryl at her Ma Duke’s.

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