The night, even though it'd been exhausting, had been insane. One of Shemar's old teammates was getting married and the bachelor party had been the
shit that the best stories were made of. It was the kind of party that had him thinking that his boy only got married for the strippers, to be honest.
Especially since this sexy little latina thing he was marrying would make "wife #4". The Orchid had had some of the best on the stage and Shemar was
positive it was because they knew he and his boys would be in the building. NBA Championship Ring Holders, only. The show he got that night, though?
Had him wanting to write thank you letters to all the sexy ass that had graced his lap. Like he said, they'd been the best. So good that he'd
definitely have to talk to his financial advisor in the morning as he swore he'd paid some of those girls' tuitions for the upcoming semester. The
fuck was he talking about...it was morning.
Quiet wasn't even an adjective he was trying to use coming up the stairs, his steps hitting the polished wood of the staircase without any silent
remorse. What was he hiding and who was he hiding it from? Nothing and no one. Fumie was rarely ever home to wait up for him and she knew better than
to ask him anything about where he'd been or what time of the night he was rollin' up into the house. As for his children? They didn't wait up for
"daddy" anymore. Daddy was too busy living his retirement to read bedtime stories.
Groaning a bit, he shifted his suit coat in his arms, his hand opening the door to the guest room, which had been his room for as long as he remembered. More specifically, since
he and Fumie stopped sharing a bed. The fuck if he cared. Usually he didn't set foot in the room as he had hotel suites that served his afterparty
purposes much better than this room could. But he left the strippers to his boy that night. Any man that was about to sign away his freedom and settle
down deserved some "for the last time" pussy.
He stepped in the room, throwing his suit coat where he knew the bed would be before switching on the lights and...
"The fuck!" His voice just avoided turning into an all out shout as he knew he nearly burped up his DAMN HEART. His eyes adjusted to the light, he
blinked...but the vision didn't disappear. Fumie was really sitting on his bed...arms crossed. And he knew the face she was wearing. She was ready to
go to war.
"And...the fuck did I do now?" He chuckled, his hands finding his pockets as he leaned on the door, closing it.Fumie - 9-4-2014 at 01:56 PM
She was absolutely livid. Once again her husband was outdoing himself and proving to be more of a disappointment than she originally thought.
Even now, at three in the morning, Shemar hadn't even bothered to even call and let her know he wasn't fucking dead. Not that she would have given a
shit either way. Not with what he'd done. There was very little she asked of Shemar. Don't bring anything home. Don't have those bitches around her
kids. Don't make any bastards while he's out doing God knew what with who the hell cared who. Three simple rules that she knew he could follow with
very little effort...so how had he fucked it up?!
One of Shemar's whores was pregnant. Fumie had come home a little early today and been greeted at the door by Ipo handing her the box for a fucking
EPT. A box she'd found in the pool house. It wasn't that she was surprised. Honestly, Fumie knew it was only a matter of time before one of these
little girls wised up and trapped themselves a "baller". Something her husband no longer was, but he talked a good game. One of them was going to be
stupid enough to fall for his bullshit and get herself knocked up. It didn't surprise her, but it pissed her the fuck off. It took everything
inside her not to lose her shit in front of Ipo. It was taking even more restraint not to call her divorce lawyer and have the papers drawn up for
real this time. She was so tired of the bullshit. So tired of Shemar trying his fucking best to destroy his own family.
But she did neither. Fumie got herself a glass of wine, took a nice hot shower, made herself comfortable, and waited. She'd been sitting in that guest room since 6 o'clock just waiting for him to find his way home so that she could make
him explain himself. She wanted to hear the shit from him. Not TMZ. Not People. She wanted it from him. And she would, her back straightening as he
finally entered the dark room. He tossed his jacket to the bed before switching on the light and almost having a small stroke. Had she scared him?
Good.
"Welcome home, baby-," her voice was dark, almost menacing. "Anything interesting you want to share with your wife?"Shemar - 9-4-2014 at 03:12 PM
What the FUCK was his wife doing sitting in his room in the fucking dark? Shemar could barely play it cool as he leaned against the door, his heart
still beating like crazy in his chest. If she'd meant to scare the shit out of him, she had. Good for her. Mission fucking accomplished. He had half
the mind to knock her upside her head because he was starting to figure out that whatever he'd done this time, he'd made her lose her mind
and he couldn't help but hope that the sudden jolt would help it return. He didn't have time for her dramatics, looking like a scene from "Waiting to
Exhale". The aged scotch his boy had gifted him for showing up at the soiree had him feeling nice and the friendly dancer that took him to the
"Champagne Room" and showed all the lovely tricks she could do with her very talented tongue ring had him feeling even better. Drunk and no blue
balls. Life was good. Until this... This shit...was killing his damn vibe and he didn't even know why. As far as he knew, he hadn't broken any of the
three rules that Fumie had placed on their very open marriage. He hadn't fucked in the house, he hadn't fucked around the kids and he hadn't fucked a
bitch pregnant. Check, check and check. So what the fuck had her silk panties in a fucking bunch?
"Baby?..." He laughed again, his back leaving the door as he walked further into the room, his eyes still on his fuming wife. Damn, she was mad. And
he could tell she was because she NEVER called him "baby". Or welcomed him home. Or asked about his damn business.
"Anything I wanna share? I didn't know we were sharing now." Walking over to where she sat, he hovered over her, his hands busy undoing his tie.
"Went to the Orchid tonight. Some little Asian girl with a black girl's ass killed the stage. I mean she merc- " His words stopped as he watched the
expression go from "angry as hell" to "irrational, pissed off fury" on his wife's face. Pulling his tie from around his neck, he turned away from her
to hide the wide smile that he couldn't keep from breaking on his lips.
"Oh. Guess that wasn't what you wanted to hear. You gotta be specific, wifey."Fumie - 9-4-2014 at 03:42 PM
He was going to treat her like she was stupid? Like she didn�t eventually find out about ALL his dirt? The fuck did she look like?! He knew what
the fuck she was asking him about! How long had the bitch been pregnant she wondered...Maybe he'd already gotten it taken care of and figured he
didn't need to tell her. Wrong. Wrong as fuck! Because now she'd figured it out and it only pissed her off more. And his cute little retort to her
very serious question? Unappreciated. She didn't give a fuck who he did at Orchid! She wanted to know who he'd fucked a baby into!...but she was
holding on to that fury. Letting it build, just in case she killed him, she could say it was heat of the moment.
Doing nothing to hide her disgusted grimace, she stood up. "What was I thinking? Of course you don't know what I'm talking about-," she moved past
him. "I mean you were too FUCKING STUPID TO WRAP YOUR FUCKING DICK UP...so why would you know what I'm talking about?" Spinning back around to face
him she threw the box at his chest.
"Just tell me it's taken care of, Shemar."Shemar - 9-4-2014 at 04:40 PM
Of course you don't know what I'm talking about. Glad she fucking figured out because as far as Shemar could tell, his wife had officially
lost it. This act she was pulling? Her, in her robe (couldn't she have worn something sexier?) acting like a mad woman at 3 AM? It was madness. And
for what? He still hadn't figured it out. Mostly because Fumie was too busy playing games with his life and with his time. Shit, he could've been
sleeping by now. No, instead he was losing his buzz and trying not to lay his hands on her, because let's be honest, the shit would've take too much
energy. And maybe, just maybe, she would figure out that Shemar didn't know, nor care what the hell she was pissed off about, take her ass back to
what was once THEIR bedroom and take her tired ass to sl-
Nope. "WRAP my DICK up? The fuck are you-" He tried talking over Fumie's raging but she kept on talking about him not being careful and... a
pregnancy test box? Shemar felt the thing hit his chest and read it as it fell to the floor.
"Where did you get this?" He asked quietly, bending down to take it from the ground.
"STOP fucking TALKING!" He shouted over her last words. His eyes settling on her again. "Where...did you find this?"Fumie - 9-4-2014 at 04:53 PM
Where did you get this? She heard his question. She wasn't answering it! Not until he answered all of hers. Like did he get the fucking shit
taken care of? She wasn't raising his bastard child and she wasn't staying with him if he had it. She was done. For real this time. She could not spin
a baby to the press. She couldn't fix this big of a fucking mess and she wasn't even going to try. Shemar was out of mulligans and Fumie was fresh
out of patience for his bullshit. She was DONE. All she needed to hear out of his mouth was that he was keeping his bastard and she was finished with
him. She and her kids would be finished. She didn't get an answer though, his voice raising as he spoke over her, repeating his question.
"Where the fuck do you think? It's fucking yours! It came out of the pool house!" There. Now. Tit for fuckng tat. Quid pro quo. "Did you make
the bitch abort it or not? I swear to God Shemar I'm fucking done with you if you do this to our fucking family! DONE!"
Fumie's nostrils flared as she felt a fresh rage fill her. For his sake and hers, Shemar needed to answer Fumie's question. She was ass hair close to
losing her fucking mind and he was about to push her over the edge. Shemar - 9-4-2014 at 05:36 PM
What the blue fuck was a pregnancy test doing in his pool house? Yeah, HIS pool house. His, because no one in their right mind stepped foot in it. It
was his territory, meaning if you walked in at any particular time, there was no telling what the hell you'd find going on in there...especially if
the maid hadn't cleaned in there yet. It was HIS. Neutral ground. That pool house was the exception to the "house" rule. And any of the others? He
still hadn't broken. Which brought the original question back to the forefront. Whose. Fucking. Test. Was that? It sure as hell wasn't his as he
didn't even PLAY games with the girls he fucked around with. Two condoms was the regular and if he had to, he wasn't above buying a morning after pill
pack. He didn't play the pregnancy game. Fuck that. So what the hell was this shit?
"Like I said..." His words were interrupted by another accusation from Fumie that the test was, indeed, his. If this bitch didn't stop with the
fucking lies. Telling him his life like she watched it fucking pay per view or some shit. She knew what he told her. And he was TELLING HER the box
wasn't his.
"LIKE I FUCKING SAID..." He repeated himself, turning to where she stood, his face flashing the warning that the grace of fucking God keeping him from
putting his hands on her was very quickly running out. She was really playing her luck, accusing him of something that he didn't have to lie about. He
hadn't fucked up and gotten any one knocked up. That was his word. Why the fuck would he start hiding shit now!? Sure, a divorce was the last thing he
needed. Sure, a prenup was the first thing he'd needed when he married Fumie. But, she didn't shake him. Not in the least bit. He was a damn man that
didn't need to explain his actions, especially when he was upfront about them. When you ran shit, you eventually find out that you didn't have to lie
about it in the first place.
"You gone STOP with all this racket. Assumin' shit because you THINK you KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING FUMIE!" His voice rose over hers again as she
threatened him with the end of the family for the fiftieth time that MONTH, he was sure. But this time, he kind of felt she wasn't bullshitting. Over
this? THIS? A pregnancy test that she was assuming was his?
"IT'S NOT MINE!" He shouted. "Blame me again. Say it's mine again so I can slap your fucking assuming ass back into last week. Say it again." She was
going to cut all the fucking racket. He was done arguing this with her.Fumie - 10-4-2014 at 05:44 AM
Did he think he was scaring her because he was yelling at her? Did he think she was backing down because he was giving her that look he did when his
patience was running thin? Did he think he wasn't going to tell her what the fuck was going on in her fucking house?! TOO BAD. He was failing in all
three aspects because Fumie was not stopping any racket before she got the answers she was looking for. She was more than prepared to put
Shemar out of her fucking house tonight and the only thing currently stopping her was an answer. Yes or no? Baby or not? It was a matter of life and
death in more than one respect.
And he was denying it was even an issue. A loud scoff left Fumie before she laughed. He was denying it?! It wasn't his? REALLY? "Are you fucking
kidding me Shemar?!" He couldn't possibly think she was going to buy the bullshit he was feeding her. Fumie went with a lot of shit. This joke of a
marriage, his "good guy" image as the face of Kidd's Kids, even his complete absence from his children's lives. She went with it, so she wouldn't have
to add it to a long list of shit she already had to handle. This? This was unforgivable. A betrayal so overt it could not be swept under a rug or made
into a smaller issue. Him having another child by another woman was something she wasn't going to just "go with". She would burn in hell first.
"Okay Shemar-," Fumie's arms folded across her chest. "If it's not yours then who's the FUCK is it? It sure as hell isn't fucking mine! Nobody else
goes in your nasty little sex shack so-," Fumie stopped, mid-rant as a realization slapped her harder than her husband probably wanted to. Shemar Kidd
wasn't the only one in this house with the ability to get a girl pregnant. Shemar Kidd also wasn't the only one that had been in that pool house
recently...
"Shit-," Fumie cursed under her breath, Shemar's presence completely forgotten as she considered another answer to the question of whose test this
was...Fuck. Shemar - 10-4-2014 at 04:18 PM
If it's not yours then who the FUCK is it? How the HELL did she think he knew? Because Shemar was positive that she sure as hell didn't still
think he was lying. And if she did? She did the smart thing by not telling him so. The fuck had gotten into her. First, with the accusatory shit she
greeted him with as soon as he walked through the door of HIS home, killing his good mood. Secondly, being bold as fuck as to even question him about
what he did and why he did it. Shemar didn't have shit to worry about when it came to bringing more mouths in the world to feed. He'd learned his
lesson about bustin' nuts and the consequences of it. He looked at the consequences every fucking day. Well...almost every fucking day as he was sure
he hadn't seen his kids in a week or so. He wouldn't make the mistake again. But even if he HAD fucked up and gotten one of his jump offs pregnant,
that would be his fucking business. Not Fumie's. And the fact that she was even in his face like she was the caring, emotional wifey she use to be was
hilarious...if not annoying as hell. But he got it. She had to protect her investment, right?
"Why do you keep asking me questions that I can't answer. I'm getting tired of this repeat shi-" Shemar's words blended with Fumie's as what he
assumed was her letting the matter go and finally leaving him alone about the shit started up into a brand new round of accusations...until she
stopped mid sentence. Almost like she remembered something she'd forgotten. Shemar's words faded off too as he noticed her expression, a smirk falling
on his face.
"What...? Finally believe me? Like I said. It's not mine." He spoke as she cursed quietly.
"I don't fuck those hoes raw, Fumie. I told you that a long damn time ago. And if some fucking test is gone make you believe otherwise, you can mute
it. I told you what's up. You either accept it or...are you even listening to me?!" Shemar snapped his fingers in front of her face as she looked like
she'd phased out of the conversation seconds ago.Fumie - 10-4-2014 at 05:04 PM
Was he still talking? She could hear him making noise, but none of what he was saying was making a lick of sense to her. It was all white noise. White
noise acting as a background for the horror music that was the soundtrack to her life. The pregnancy test didn't belong to one of Shemar's playthings.
She didn't need to worry about him having any other children. She needed to worry about him having grandchildren...The test wasn't
Shemar's.
The realization that this test belonged to her son was enough to make her weak. Fumie moved past Shemar, sitting on the edge of the bed as he asked if
she was listening to him. What? NO! Fuck him! She honestly hated she'd started this shit with him now because it meant she had to tell him what was
going on with her son...What the hell was going on with her son? How had she let this happen? Yes, she had noticed that Koi had been a
little...quieter lately. She hadn't gotten phone calls from the school about his behavior since the gala. The last time he'd seen the inside of a jail
cell was at least 3 months ago...She just thought he was growing up. She never would have thought he was doing that because he had to. Was
her baby going to be a father?
As if on cue, Fumie heard the alarm chime signaling that the front door was open. Koi was just getting in...She turned to Shemar her words hurried. "I
need you to be an adult right now Shemar. I am going to tell you something important and I need you to be an adult." Koi needed adults right
now. He needed their support, not their abandonment...she knew from experience.
"The test is Koi's girlfriend's...They were out there the other day and I guess...I guess this is what they were doing..." Shemar - 10-4-2014 at 07:07 PM
No, of fucking COURSE she wasn't listening to him. Sometimes he wondered how he hadn't straight knocked Fumie's block all they way the hell off.
Disrespectful as hell. But why was he surprised? That was the way things were lately. He'd talk, she'd ignore it, he'd break his foot off in her ass.
He felt like he was Daddy-ing her more than he was her husband...and not in the good way. Not like there was a "good way" the way her ass had been
looking lately. The point was, all that control he'd had on her? It didn't exist anymore. Lately, he was almost POSITIVE that she was going through
"the change" or some shit because it seemed like every damn thing he said hit the invisible wall between her brain and her actions and slid off like
an uncooked noodle. Just like it was doing now.
"Fumie." He spoke her name and snapped in front of her face again. Finally her expression changed, from "spaced the hell out" and into "oh yeah,
you're here". Hell yeah he was here! They were just having a conversation, weren't they? Pregnancy test? Fumie overstepping her damn boundaries? He
scoffed as she walked away from him and sat on the edge of the bed, two shades paler than when they started the conversation. What the hell was wrong
with her? She looked like her whole damn world was crashing down. Like she just remembered that...wait. Like she just remembered that SHE was the one
that took the test. But how the hell did somebody forget something like fucking and taking a pregnancy test? Nah, it wasn't her's. Not even with that
muscle that was a poor excuse for a "business partner" walking around, giving her puppy eyes and shit. Not even. Fumie was too damn devoted, even when
she played like she didn't give a damn. She didn't take that test. She was too smart to cheat. So whose was it?
"The fuck is wrong with you, woman? You act like you-" Shemar's question was interrupted by the sound of the door chime, which seemed to snap Fumie
out of her silence. Koi was home...late as fuck. As usual. Shemar's brows furrowed as he saw panic set into the Fumie's expression. What the FUCK was
going on?
"I am a motherfucking adult-" He tried to speak over his wife's crazy ass ranting. Yeah, she had to be going through the change. Koi? What did he have
to do with anything. He needs support? What? Shemar sighed heavily as she kept speaking, obviously not getting the point of Fumie's speech.
The test is Koi's girlfriend's... And that was all it took. Shemar's expression fell as everything that Fumie said ran together. If blurry
had a sound, that's what her words would've been. They all jumbled together, making a shit lick of sense. The only thing Shemar took in was what he
needed to. Koi had gotten that little slut bitch pregnant.
"I'm gone fuckin' kill him." Shemar said simply before he stalked to the intercom that was wired through the entire house and jammed the speaker
button in hard enough to jam it.
"KOI! GET'CHO STUPID ASS UP THE FUCKING STAIRS! NOW, LIL NIGGA."Fumie - 10-4-2014 at 09:10 PM
Ha. Ha. Hahahaha. Shemar Kidd hadn't been an adult since he'd ruined both their lives by marrying her. To even suggest he was anything other than a
spoiled, sniveling child was hilarious. She knew she was asking for far too much when she asked it, but Fumie would need Shemar's support on this.
More importantly, Koi would need Shemar's support on this. If Devyn was pregnant and Koi was trying to deal with that on his own...her poor baby. Why
hadn't he come to her? Had she been so bad of a mother? So distant, that he would think she'd be his father. Fumie watched Shemar's face
change as he finally stopped talking about himself and started to focus on who mattered here. I'm gone fuckin' kill him.
"An ADULT, Shemar! Do not let your fucking emotions get in the way! Koi does not need you to yell at him right now!" Fumie's words fell on deaf ears
as Shemar crossed the room to the intercom on the wall and demanded Koi come upstairs. Fumie shook her head. She immediately regretted telling him
anything. She should have handled this shit on her own and left him completely out of it like he leaves himself out of everything else. But Koi was
his son too...As much as Fumie hated the man, he was Koi's father and this was a big deal in their son's life...Hell, this was another life coming
into their son's life. He needed them. A united them. Or at least a front like they were a fucking family. Koi needed to know he had a support system.
That they still loved him despite his massive fuck up. Fumie knew that.
When she'd told her parents she was pregnant with Koi they'd put her out. That night. There was no talking things over or working through anything as
a family. She was out. Disowned and completely on her own. It was the absolute worst feeling knowing a parent's love was conditional. Know that when
you did the one thing they couldn't accept you became unacceptable too. She'd sworn to herself that night that her kids would never feel that way.
That Koi specifically would never feel that way...Of course her future husband had been a man back then. He'd taken care of her and his son and did
the "right thing" by them...Him staying being the right thing was questionable these days though.
Fumie heaved an aggravated sigh as she stood again opening the guest room door and stepping into the hallway just as Koi ascended the stairs. "Sweets,
come down here please. Your father and I want to talk to you." She turned, her eyes screaming a warning at Shemar. "Talk. Not yell."Koi - 11-4-2014 at 11:20 AM
It felt like way after midnight. Koi didn't really know, he was just estimating. Ipo was gone, the house was dark, save for the light in the
guest room...which meant his father was home. Which REALLY meant that it was after midnight. Koi hadn't checked the time before he got out of Dhonny's
truck, dapping his boy off before closed the door and watched him back out of the driveway. It had been a long ass night. They'd hit King Street,
chilled at Lit with a couple of Dhonny's "artsy" crowd and then...headed home. As much as Dhonny wanted them to have a "dude night" to help Koi clear
his head, Koi wasn't feeling it. In lieu of the circumstances, it wasn't really a surprise. Those days, Koi wasn't feeling much. He hadn't spoken to
Devyn much after they'd been together in the pool house. The silence was mutual, though. Neither of them had been texting each other...or calling
much. Which was probably why Koi hadn't even thought about his cellphone before he left the house. No one was checking for him...and he wasn't
checking for anyone.
He reached into his pocket for his house keys, shifting through them until he came to the front door key. Home really wasn't where he wanted to be at
the moment, but neither was anywhere else. He could admit that. The past week had had him holed up in his room because no where else seemed any
better. His head was still a mess, full of shit that he shouldn't have been thinking about. Top of the list? Devyn. Fuck...the entire list was Devyn.
Everything was okay between them now that the shit with the pregnancy test was over...but it wasn't...like it use to be. Just like he knew it wouldn't
be. He and Devyn had been taking some time...but Koi wasn't really sure "time" was all they needed. They He scoffed at the word as he finally
put the key into the keyhole and pushed the heavy front door open. Like they were...together or something. Honestly, he didn't want to think about
what they were.
The door chimed as he stepped into the doorway, closing the door behind him. He didn't want to think. He wanted to lay his fucking head down and blank
out another day of thinking about shit that had already been resolved. IF he could JUST get to his room.
KOI! He jumped from the surprise of hearing his name over the intercom this late at night. The fuck? People were obviously sleeping and no
other than his fucking father was calling him over the loud speaker...and calling him a "nigga" while he was at it. Great. Name calling. Pops was
pissed. About WHAT? What now?
It took everything in Koi to not scream that up the stairs as he climbed them, his mother at the top of them. They wanted to talk. His Moms
and his Pops? A united front? Shit. Seriously. What the fuck had he done.
"Ma, it's kinda late though. We can't wait until-" Koi's words stopped as he saw the expression on her face.
"Okay..." He said, taking his hat off and throwing it on the bed before he took a seat.Fumie - 12-4-2014 at 05:13 AM
No. It couldn't wait. It seemed she'd already waited too long to talk to her son about what was going on in his life. His girlfriend was pregnant. He
was still trying to finish high school and he was about to be a father. She had so many questions. There were so many things she didn't know. And not
just about what happened, but about the girl. Devyn...How long had they been together? Fumie hadn't caught wind of her until Valentine's day, but it
was obvious then that their relationship went deeper than that. Who were her parents? What were her grades like? She hadn't taken the time to really
ask him about her. Sure, she teased him when she got the chance, but never anything serious. She didn't know they were this serious. Were
they? Was Devyn even the one that was pregnant?
As much as Fumie hated to admit it to herself, Koi was his father's son. They had a lot of the same tendencies, especially when it came to
women. There was a chance that Devyn wasn't the only girl he was sleeping with...she wouldn't figure any of this out by asking herself all of these
things though. She was going to talk to the source. Fumie watched as Koi tossed his hat off, taking a seat on the bed and looking to her expectantly.
She didn't even know where to start. All she knew was that she needed to say something before Shemar got the chance.
"Baby, how are you and Devyn doing?" She knew she hated questions like that. Questions that made he and her an item. She didn't know why though. It
was obvious he really cared about her. And sure, maybe she and Shemar didn't set the best example of a healthy relationship for him, but...The two of
them...Koi and Devyn didn't have to be like Fumie and Shemar...Of course that was how things were turning out it seemed.
"She looked kind of stressed when she came over the other day."Shemar - 12-4-2014 at 03:46 PM
One question that was always on Shemar's mind? Why the hell Fumie thought she had to come up behind him and correct him about the way he handled their
children. All she did was coddle those motherfuckers, anyway! Calling Koi over the intercom at 3 am and telling his ignorant ass to come to the room
after he got found out? Not an over exaggeration. Not at all. He'd gotten that little bitch pregnant! The same one that he'd been parading around the
gala with. Damn, Shemar knew it. He knew it when he saw her. She looked like her ass wasn't above fucking for a future. He knew her type. Hell,
sometimes he thought he even married her type. The kind that came switching that fine, underaged ass in your direction, got knocked up with
your kid and made the rest of you life a living hell. Yeah, he definitely knew that type well. And now, that type had gotten a hold of his legacy.
Threatened to fuck up everything Shemar had built and all Fumie could do was baby talk this lil' nigga? Nope. Not on Shemar's watch.
Shemar watched his firstborn come to the door, strutting like the fucking cock in the hen house as he walked to the bed and sat down. Shemar stood
near the door, his arms crossed, his eyes staring death into his son. He couldn't do anything but look at him and shake his head. Stupid
little... Shemar couldn't help but remember when he sat in the same place. His father staring him down as he sat with Fumie after they told his
parents the news...that they had a kid on the way. His father had read him from A to Z, no stops in between. He'd called Shemar every "dumb ass" in
the book and nearly killed him when he told his parents that he'd asked Fumie to marry him. Shemar knew why now. And even though his Daddy was gone,
he knew that his father had always been right. It was better to get rid of mistake than to marry it. But Koi? No, he sat with that pompous
little expression he wore when he thought he was right. And Fumie sugar coated him with questions about the slut he'd banged his fucking future into.
"Forget this babying shit." Shemar grumbled as he picked up the box that Fumie had thrown at his chest earlier and came to stand over his son.
"You do know you're fucked right?" He asked, dropping the box into his son's lap.Fumie - 12-4-2014 at 04:47 PM
She knew including Shemar in this was going to be a disaster. Yes, this was not the ideal situation. Koi didn't do a great job taking care of himself,
Fumie knew he wasn't ready to take care of anyone else. He wasn't ready. This wasn't what he needed in his life right now, but what would make things
worse was lecturing him about his mistake. It didn't change anything. Devyn would still be pregnant and Koi would still be the father. They didn't
need to go back and talk about how it happened. They needed to figure out what they were going to do next...God, what were they going to do?
It of course wasn't up to Fumie. This was the first of a line of adult decisions Koi would have to make as a father. Were they keeping the baby? Not?
Was it too late for them to have that option? She didn't know. Fumie didn't know anything about what was happening to her son and she felt like a
horrible mother for missing it. She wasn't stupid. Fumie knew that Koi got away with a lot because she didn't really like being in the vicinity of her
husband and their home was a place where the chances of running into him were high. She hadn't meant to, but she'd somehow ended up neglecting her
children in an effort to neglect her husband. Now they were here. With Shemar yelling at her son and Koi's gaze dancing between the two of them
looking as confused as she was sure he felt. Babying shit? Really? Caring about how her son was feeling at such a big time in his life was babying
him? No.
"Shemar!" Fumie called to him, but he was already standing over Koi, his glare throwing daggers at her baby as if he were some kind of criminal. He
spoke again, asking if Koi knew he was fucked. "SHEMAR STOP!" Fumie stepped up, coming between her son and his father and pushing at Shemar's chest.
She turned to Koi then her expression softening as she sat next to him, her hands taking his. "You are not 'fucked' Koi. You and Devyn have options,
baby. Do you guys know what you want to do?"Koi - 14-4-2014 at 04:57 PM
You do know you're fucked right? What the hell was his Pops talking- Oh. The growing anger on Koi's face disappeared as his eyes
focused on the box his father had dropped into his lap. He didn't have to read the front of it to know what it was...or whose it was. The question was
how the fuck did it get HERE? Koi slowly looked up from his lap, his dad's face hovering inches away from his as his mother called out to his father,
called his name. Told him to stop. Koi held their eye contact as his mother separated them, pushing distance in between them. Shit. This was all he
needed. If dealing with all of the shit that was running through his head about Devyn wasn't enough, his parents finding the box to the pregnancy test
that she'd taken days ago would definitely be the cherry on top of the cake. They weren't TALKING because of this. He and Devyn had literally NOT seen
each in days because of this fucking situation and now he had to replay it with his parents? Fuck...his life.
"How is Mom babying me? Because she's talking to me like her son instead of some random nigga off the street?" He said talking over his mother's
question mostly because he couldn't answer it. What did he and Devyn want to do? Apparently continue to avoid each other! That was their only option.
Because neither of them could deal. Neither of them knew how to look each other in the face and say "We were fucking stupid and we nearly made a baby.
What now?" So they avoided it. If that was the option behind door number one, Koi chose that. Because coupled with the fucking confusion that all of
this brought to their already unconventional situation, his brain was going to explode.
"You can kill all that, Pops..." He glared at his father who was still giving him the fucking evil eye behind his mother's back. Shemar Kidd was salty
as fuck. Koi guessed he understood. A father should've been pissed if he found a pregnancy test box in his son's possession. But that was the thing.
Shemar had never been a "father". He didn't give a fuck because he was off doing his own brand of twisted shit and that involved being too damn busy
to care about the twisted shit your kids were getting into. Unless...it had something to do with fucking up his "legacy".
"...because the even more twisted shit why I'm getting checked for something you guys don't even know if I did! How did you even FIND this shit?" Fumie - 15-4-2014 at 12:39 PM
He was ignoring her, choosing to argue with his dad instead. Fumie looked up to Shemar, his face somehow frowning deeper as Koi spoke. Fumie couldn't
handle both of them at the same time. She'd never been able to. Anytime the two of them decided to go at one another, there was no
stopping once they got started. And it always ended up with Shemar confirming that he didn't give a shit about his son. These spats hurt Koi more than
he would admit and now was not the time for Koi to feel like his father didn't care. It was only a matter of time though. Even with Shemar behind her,
Fumie could feel the heat of his glare at her back. It was a look that was probably very similar to the one Koi was giving Shemar back.
Something else Koi was giving back? Lip. Fumie sighed, her hands leaving his and going to his face. She turned him to look at her. To focus. She was
not going to be ignored in this conversation. Especially because allowing that would make this shit all about Shemar. Any conversation between her
husband and another person was "about Shemar" This wasn't. This was about Koi and the new life he was about to bring into this world...although he
wasn't admitting to doing so. Ugh. He needed to be honest. There was no time for this cute "wasn't me" game--especially seeing as Fumie and Shemar had
already played it.
"Koi, how we found it isn't important. What is important is what we're doing next. Answer my question-," How were the two of them doing? Again Fumie
found herself second guessing whether or not the girl Koi'd knocked up was Devyn. Why was he avoiding? Maybe he and Devyn weren't talking because they
no longer had anything to talk about. Sure, she'd been over here a few days ago, but who knew what the two of them talked about in that pool house.
Maybe Devyn looked as tense as she had because she'd heard rumors and the rumors were true...Why hadn't she paid closer attention to the two of them?
How had she not caught this? Fumie didn't allow herself to dwell on this. Like she'd told her son, the past wasn't important. Koi's future was.
"Do you know what you're doing next?" Shemar - 15-4-2014 at 01:53 PM
If Shemar had known that his only son would've been such a stupid fuck, he would've taken Fumie straight to Planned Parenthood the second she told him
she was pregnant with Koi. It would've saved Shemar a hell of a lot of trouble. Hindsight was 20/20 though. Shit would've been more
convenient if it made you clairvoyant. Because none of this would've been happening if it hadn't started with HIM. Shemar wouldn't have been standing,
playing stare games with his eighteen year old son who conveniently knocked some fast ass up during his senior year...during the recruiting
season...if he hadn't been so damn hooked on Fumie. If he hadn't have "HAD to have her". If he had listened to his Daddy when he told Shemar that
"marrying that girl would bring him a world of unhappiness and trouble". Because it had. Sure, the first couple of years had been...cute, to say the
least. He hadn't needed to go out the house for shit he was getting inside of it. But the "love" thing got tiring and his eyes started to wander. Now
he was here, under pressure to be "daddy of the year" with a son who hated him and a wifey that hadn't lived up to her name in years. Hindsight...was
a bitch.
"Avert your fucking eyes." Shemar growled at Koi as they stared each other down, Fumie coming in between them to try and keep the peace like she
always did. There was no fucking peace to keep! If she'd let him handle his son the way he WANTED to handle his son, she wouldn't have needed to get
in the middle of things. But that was her! Always trying to correct shit like she was the Daddy. Always trying to make shit better like that was her
place. And that was why Koi was a bitch made little shit. He never took his mother's TITTY out of his mouth long enough to become a man. WHICH was why
he couldn't confess the shit he'd done now.
"I'm treating you like a random nigga because you're acting like some random nigga, boy." Fumie's words were going unheard as she tried to quell the
peace and talk about the next moves with Koi. What was he going to do next. Shemar could answer that question because even though people in that house
believed he wasn't around long enough to know anything about his kids, he knew this...Koi would bitch and moan and whine until Mommy took care of it
or Daddy paid everyone off. The same thing that Koi had been doing since day fucking one. He was spoiled. AS FUCK. He didn't care about anything and
it showed. He had all the damn opportunity in the world to keep the Kidd Legacy going and all he did was shit on it and coke up. His son was a fucking
waste. And now, here was another chance for him to show just how much of a waste he was.
"You ain't acting like a Kidd. You ain't using your brain." He growled, his voice still talking over Fumie's question.
"You're a young ass boy trying to make grown man decisions. Shit. At least I was a ROOKIE before I dicked around and fucked up. You ain't even MADE
the NBA, lil' man. You fuckin' up this legacy, that's what you doin'."
Fumie - 17-4-2014 at 09:26 AM
How did they always get started so fast?! Fumie didn't understand how it was possible for a father and son to hate one another so much, but no matter
how a discussion stated, Koi and Shemar Kidd would make sure it ended in a fight. GOTDAMN IT! They weren't supposed to be fighting. They were supposed
to be figuring out what the fuck was going on with their son! Did Shemar not understand how this had the potential to change everything for Koi?
"Legacy" be damned, the boy had a future outside of basketball! There were so many things her baby hadn't done and wouldn't be able to do with a
family so early. Why was Shemar acting like he hadn't been in exactly the same position before? Why was he acting like his father.That's
exactly what it was. Shemar Kidd had turned into his miserable fucking father and if that were true she wasn't letting this shit go too much further.
Fumie remembered being called every "bitch, ho, and gold digger" when Shemar told his father they were pregnant. And when he mentioned marriage? Ugh.
Oh God! Was Koi thinking about marrying this girl was he? He wouldn't...right? Koi hadn't properly committed to even calling Devyn his girlfriend.
Fumie didn't need to worry about him making that mistake did she? He wasn't completely doomed to follow in his parents footsteps...although he was
stepping in the right direction for it. These were the kinds of questions she would have been asking him if his father wasn't going off on some
irrelevant rant about what he did when he wasn't months away from becoming a grandfather and telling his son once again exactly how little he thought
of him.
"E-fuckng-nough, Shemar-," It slipped. Fumie hadn't meant to say what she had as harshly as she had, but it slipped out. As things usually did when
her husband got her pissed enough. Standing once again she faced him. "It's not about you right now and it definitely doesn't have SHIT to do with Koi
going pro." She turned back to Koi sensing his quickly approaching rebuttal to all of his father's bullshit. "You shut up too, Koi. We're not doing
this back and forth shit tonight!" She was honestly finished with the two of them! Their bickering was giving her a headache on top of the one she'd
had since she got home. She wasn't having any more of this shit.
"Now Koi I've asked you a more than once and the next thing out of your mouth better be an answer to me! What the hell is going on with you?!"Koi - 23-4-2014 at 03:47 PM
This was some bullshit and it was coming from all sides. And to Koi’s disappointment, it wasn't showing any sign of stopping. There was his mother,
demanding information from a situation that Koi never intended for his parents to even get wind of, that goddamn pregnancy test box causing more
trouble than it was actually worth. And his father couldn’t help himself when faced with the opportunity to remind Koi of exactly how much of a
failure he was...which didn’t mean shit to Koi as he heard it all the damn time. It was just crazy to him how his father took every chance to talk
about all of his failures. You’re fucking up the legacy, Koi. You ain’t acting like Shemar Kidd’s son. Oh he wasn’t? That was news to
Koi. Because the fuck up he was? Nearly impregnating his best friend? Causing so much trouble that the cops at the precinct knew him by name, a fact
that had absolutely nothing to do with his “famous” father? That sounded pretty “Shemar Kidd” to him. Yeah, he was turning out to be just like
his fucking father’s legacy...whether he wanted it or not. And then...there was Devyn. The side that had been the most silent. That side, whether he
would admit it or not, was the side that he kind of wanted to hear from. But the time apart was...good for them. It helped them straighten up shit
that had gotten too jumbled and confusing. That was what it was supposed to do, anyway. The silence hadn’t really done much “relaxing” on
Koi’s part. He hadn’t done anything but thought about what had happened between them...what two friends shouldn’t have ever experienced
together. And they had. This was going to change everything... That was the frequent thought he couldn’t stop having. And now...he was
fucking sure of it.
“What the fu-” Koi readied his rebuttal to his father’s stupid comments about what the pregnancy test meant. He was over his father and his
hypocritical ass...and he would’ve told him so if his mother hadn’t broken between their conversation again. Except this time, she demanded
silence. His father’s eyes narrowed as they shifted, his view settling on Fumie instead. He scowled as she continued to talk, his eyes never
shifting away from where she stood. But that was all he did. Shemar was a motherfucker. One of the worst. He treated Koi’s mother like the shit on
the bottom of his shoe and was beyond unapologetic for it. But one thing he wouldn’t do? Treat Fumie the way he treated her behind closed doors in
front of his kids. Koi could see it in his eyes. He wanted to lay hands on her, but he would save it for later. Let her have her moment so he didn’t
have to deal with Koi by himself.
“Nothing...is going on.” Koi answered between gritted teeth. His mother wanted an answer. That was the answer. Nothing WAS going on. None of what
they thought was accurate. A fucking pregnancy test box? They were basing all of what they thought on a pregnancy test box? Bull. Shit.
“I’m fine. Devyn’s fine. We’re all fine.” His comment was snappy as hell. He knew it. But this was some shit that he didn’t want to talk
about. He didn’t want to discuss it with Devyn (the main reason why they weren’t talking now) and he didn’t want to have that conversation with
his parents. Especially when there was nothing to talk about. He was over it. Fumie - 25-4-2014 at 10:44 AM
Fumie shook her head, a look of disgust clear on her face. Nothing? "Nothing" was his answer to her. She loved her son, she did, but the boy
was forever trying to make life harder on himself and everyone in his immediate vicinity. Fumie was offering her help; her support in a situation that
she knew would be hard on him and the girl he'd gotten pregnant. And here Koi was, shitting on it. Nothing...is going on. His answer was on
repeat in her mind, attitude dripping off each word that escaped his disrespectful mouth...Fumie couldn't remember a time she had ever been so pissed
off with Koi. She was in rare form tonight and he would know he had put her there. Fumie heard herself chuckle a little as she tried to keep herself
from snapping. Koi had taken his eyes from his father and focused them on her, the challenge in them only slightly diminished. Ha. He must've thought
he was still dealing with Shemar.
"Koi Taijo Kidd-," she said his name through gritted teeth, her temper threatening to get the better of her, "I have been very patient with you. I am
trying to be understanding and supportive because I know how scary your situation is-" Fumie paused, bending down so that she could come face
to face with her son. She wanted to make sure her point got across because apparently when she spoke, all any of the men in her life heard was white
noise. "But, son...if you don't give me more than "nothing" or if I get one more "fine"...I'm going to put my foot so far up your ass,
it'll be a three-legged race to the hospital." She said her words slowly, careful not to let that very urge overtake her. She'd never hit her
children, nor did she want to, but her patience was wearing extremely thin.
"Nod like you understand me, Koi." Fumie watched as he gave a slow nod of understanding. His gaze had gone from challenging to wary. It should have.
"Good. Now-," Fumie gave a small smile, "Your father and I are here to support whatever decision you want to make, baby. Just talk to us." Shemar - 26-4-2014 at 04:11 AM
He and Fumie chuckled at the same time, Koi's answer bringing a sour kind of amusement to the situation, but Shemar was sure of it. They were laughing
for completely different reasons. Koi was a funny little nigga. Shemar figured that out as he and his wife stood in that room, glaring at
their only son in disbelief. Everything was fine? Really? The idea of watching his money go into some little slut's pocket wasn't his idea of "fine"
in any situation. Especially not this one as Koi's money wasn't the source of concern. The little shit didn't have any to his name yet. That was
SHEMAR'S money. The bank account that it was stored in had the Kidd name, but Shemar's was the first and main name on the account. HIS money was going
into some little girl's pocket that couldn't help but open her legs to a promising future, provided by none other than the Shemar Kidd's "Stupid Ass
for a Son" fund. And Koi had the nerve to say that nothing was the matter with this situation? Fucking unbelievable.
The stale smirk that Shemar wore faded quickly as he prepared to let Koi know EXACTLY every thought that was running through his mind about his first
born. Did cussing his son out make any difference to the crazy ass predicaments Koi found himself in on the damn regular? Nope. Never did. Koi still
screwed up, drugged up and FUCKED UP. Like a damn pro. Like he wrote the damn instruction manual on that shit. But Shemar didn't give a fuck. Laying
into his son was going to make every thing about this situation better. Hell, maybe today would be the day when he'd get off his ass and finally
enroll Koi into that boarding school he'd found in Canada. That way, he'd be free of situations like this and one child closer to being free of these
hand opened, greedy ass little fuckers he called...
Koi Taijo Kidd... Shemar's head jerked back to Fumie as her voice became the kind of calm that he hadn't heard in years. The dangerous kind
of calm that her father used when he meant business. That "Japanese mindfuck" calm. Her old man had tried to use it on him when Shemar had come to him
and asked him for Fumie's hand in marriage...after they found out that she was pregnant with Koi. The man had gotten the kind of quiet that you hear
before a tornado hits. So quiet that Shemar could hear his own heart beat quicken. And told him "No" and to "never darken his front door again." And
Shemar hadn't. He took Fumie and married her anyway. Fuck that old Japanese fuck. He had to admit, hearing it come from Fumie brought back memories he
didn't want to revisit...but it caught Koi's attention, his eyes going wide as he leaned back in his seat, his gaze stuck to hers.
"Oh shit." Shemar chuckled again. "You fucked now, little nigga." But his comment went unheard, the conversation going on between Fumie and Koi muting
it. He crossed his arms across his chest, a greasy smile spreading across his lips as Koi got his ass handed to him. All that damn disrespect...
"YOU'RE here to support him." Shemar interjected as she went back to coddling her "baby boy". "I'm here to let him know that he ain't using MY money
to care for his little bastard. YOU can be all the support you want to be. Fuck that." Fumie - 3-5-2014 at 05:55 PM
Fumie was done. With her son. With his lies and secrets in a time that needed nothing short of straight up honesty.With trying to get him to talk to
her and still maintain her cool. Fuck cool. She should have been furious. Hell, she was furious, but she knew her baby didn't need "furious" he needed
her support. Something he sure as hell wasn't going to get from his father. Ugh. She was done with him too.Especially since she was still talking and
he felt it necessary to co-sign. She did not need his fucking help with this. In fact, she was not sure why he was still here. Didn't he have
something or someone else to do?
Fumie rolled her eyes as Shemar again informed them that he was not at all here to support him. He was here to make sure his ridiculous legacy didn't
get ruined and he didn't end up spending a fortune on Koi's lovechild. As if the money was what mattered right now. "Yes, thank you Shemar. You can
actually go ahead and go now. We all know this is a little bit much for you." Her tone was dry and sarcastic and she did not even bother to turn to
him. Her attention was on her son who still hadn't answered her. "Koi, my patience is running mighty thin-," she warned him again.
Why was this like pulling teeth? The secret was out. The deed was done. They needed to be making serious fucking decisions about the rest of his life
and here Koi was holding his dick in his hand and acting as if he didn't know what was going on. Fumie was done. He needed to start talking because if
she had to ask him again she knew she would be doing it between slaps. She was trying to help him, but it was time for the boy to help himself.
God, she was tired. Koi - 11-6-2014 at 06:12 PM
Koi swallowed hard as his mother's eyes burned into his, her gaze unblinking. He rarely saw her like this. Shit, he NEVER saw her like this when it
came to him. Yeah, he got into his fair share of trouble, but usually...she took it all in stride. His Moms was always the calm one. His father, on
the other hand, was the one that acted a dumb ass donkey, braying his annoyance for Koi's very existence and resenting that ONE TIME he neglected to
pull out. Whatever. The fact was Koi never got this side of his Moms when shit hit the fan. And to be honest? He never wanted to again. His
heart was thudding so fucking fast in his chest he could swear he would burp it up. He subconsciously slouched lower where he sat as she spoke to him,
her voice a stinging whisper, threatening...no promising action if Koi didn't come with the truth in ten seconds. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he had
THAT long. All because of that stupid, fucking BOX. He didn't want to talk about it. He damn sure didn't want to even THINK about it. But it was
obvious that nothing would make his mom let it go but an answer. A straight answer.
"Mommy...okay." He said, his exasperation showing as he narrowed his eyes, his hands going up defensively. "Da-I mean...dang." His lip curled as he
broke eye contact with her, her voice softening as she spoke to him again. Talking about how she cared...how his father cared (doubtful) and how they
just wanted to support him in anything that he wanted to do. What were they talking about?! Automatically jumping to the worst fucking thing they
could.
"She's-" He started...and his father interrupted. STILL talking the same stupid mess that he always talked. How he wasn't here for Koi. How Fumie was
the one supporting her son and Shemar wanted NO part of it. Wow. So that was new? Koi couldn't remember a time when his father wanted any part in his
life, so why would this be any different? The only thing that mattered to Shemar Kidd was his delusion of some fucking legacy he was building. A
legacy that Koi didn't even really give a shit about. But when it came to really being there for Koi and helping his son do...shit, ANYTHING...he was
absent. A non factor. NONEXISTENT.
"You know what? Whatever Pops." He sucked his teeth, shaking his head. "She ain't even pregnant. Now you know. You happy?!" Standing to his feet, he
picked up his hat from the bed. He was ready to leave. Ready to get the hell on and finish this conversation that they shouldn't have even been having
in the first place.
"And even if she was, I STILL wouldn't need your damn support! I never got it before? The hell would I need it now!?"Fumie - 12-6-2014 at 04:23 AM
Mommy, okay… No. None of this ‘Mommy’ shit. She wasn’t calming down until they had a serious fucking conversation about what the fuck
was going on in her fucking house and who was going to be living in it in the next nine months. She just didn’t understand why the hell he was
making this so hard! Did he know what Fumie would have given for JUST ONE of her parents to understand when she and Shemar told them she was pregnant?
Of course he didn’t. He had never met his grandparents. And not because they were sick, or in some kind of coma, or dead. It was because she was
dead. To them at least. Koi would never know her parents because they didn’t bother to ask the questions she was asking. Because they weren’t
interested in being grandparents before in-laws. Because...what the fuck did it matter now? The point was, Koi had something that Fumie hadn’t. A
parent that was willing to listen and here he was, not talking.
He was dropping the bullshit though. Finally starting to say something that wasn’t ‘we’re fine’. She’s-...and cue Shemar,
interjecting where he was not needed. Ugh! Just as Koi was about to tell her something of substance, here comes his father to throw him off track
again. Fumie heard herself sigh in frustration as she watched Koi’s attention turn from her to Shemar. And cue the attitude...She ain’t even
pregnant...You happy?!
She wasn’t pregnant?
Fumie would be honest. The thought never crossed her mind that the box may just be a box and there was no bigger consequence on the other end of it.
She hadn’t considered that the girl koi knocked up might not be...was it true? Was she really not pregnant or was he just trying to get his father
to shut the fuck up. Lord knows, Fumie sure as hell was trying.
Grabbing at Koi’s arm as he tried to exit, Fumie turned him back to look at her, “She’s not pregnant?” Her eyes locked with his once again as
she silently demanded an answer. Nothing mattered outside of that right now. His father, Shemar’s fucking money, nothing. Nothing other than knowing
all her stress had been for not and her baby wasn’t having a baby. Koi - 12-6-2014 at 03:42 PM
There. An answer. That's what they wanted right? To hear an response to a topic that Koi thought wasn't even up for any type of discussion.
So...he could go now, yes? Shit. He wanted it finished. He fucked up. He got it. He was tired of being reminded of it. He and Devyn were on a
"hiatus", breaking from each other because just looking at each other reminded them of the shit that they were trying so hard to forget. He wanted to
forget it. And NOTHING would let him. Not his mom. Not his trashy bastard father and not that fucking pregnancy box that had started this whole thing
in the first place. He just wanted to GO. Get in his fucking car and drive. The thing was...he didn't know where. "Away" was a good idea. Away from
his thoughts, from the drama...and from the constant reminder of how fucked the situation with he and Devyn was getting. He didn't want to THINK about
it. He wanted them to just be "them". They'd just gotten over the outside factors and now, they had the inside to deal with?
She's not pregnant? Koi couldn't help the irritated sigh that left him as his mother's hand caught his arm on his way out of the room. Didn't
he just SAY that she wasn't? Was that not what he just said? He loved his Moms, he really did. But she was laying it on heavy. He got it. She just
needed to know. She needed to make sure that the facade that she was working so hard to build was still perfect. She needed to know if there was
something ELSE that she needed to repair, hiding the shards that didn't fit anymore when she found out that she couldn't put everything back together
again. He got it. But he didn't care. He wished SHE got it. He wished that she could see that he wanted to be anywhere but in that room talking about
THIS THING that wouldn't stop living and breathing. It was alive. Just like the baby that he and Devyn barely dodged. He wanted to be away from his
fucking father, that smug look on his face at Koi's outburst...waiting for the confirmation that he hadn't fucked his future career...not to mention
the LEGACY.
"She's not." He said again, confirming what his mother had believed she heard. Turning his head away from her scathing, searching eyes, he looked to
the doorway.
"Can I go now?"Fumie - 12-6-2014 at 05:06 PM
She’s not.
Devyn wasn’t pregnant. Maybe they hadn’t even been talking about Devyn. It didn’t matter. What did matter was that she, whoever she was,
wasn’t pregnant. Fumie searched her sons face for any trace of dishonesty and she heard herself sigh as she concluded that there were none. She felt
her lips pull at the corners as she fought back a smile. Her baby was staying her baby. He wasn’t bringing anyone new into the world and he still
had a future. She hadn’t been this relieved since doctors told her he was a healthy and happy baby boy.
Before she know what she was doing Fumie had pulled her into him, her lips meeting his forehead again and again before she held her son to her in a
hug that was probably way too tight. She sighed again, feeling the relief pulse through her. This whole night had been a never ending
nightmare. Thinking he was having a baby, Shemar’s foolishness, Koi’s foolishness...All for not. She might have been upset about it, but she was
entirely too pleased that her son was not making her a grandmother before she was ready...before HE was ready.
“Oh, baby, I love you so much-,” She sighed again trying to pull him closer. He couldn’t be any closer and she was probably suffocating the boy.
And when had she started crying? She let him go, finally pulling away from him and letting herself smile. “Go to bed, sweets. We can talk more
tomorrow...” He didn’t want that, she knew that shit for sure. But they had things to talk about. Even if there was no baby this was still a big
deal for him...a big deal that could wait until morning.
She pulled him in again, giving him another quick kiss to the forehead before she let him go. All of them needed some rest after all of this. Fumie - 3-3-2015 at 04:59 PM
She wasn't even sure what she had done, but as always Fumie was wrong, her son hated her, and her husband was the real cause of it all. What had just
happened in the kitchen was a complete mystery to her, but with Devyn there she didn't have to jump too far to a conclusion. Shemar hated that girl.
For some reason (possibly that his heart had gone missing a long time ago), Shemar had hated that girl since the Gala. He'd taken many an
opportunity to let Fumie know she needed to keep an eye on his "son and his new play date". And after the pregnancy scare? Please. He never wanted
"her golddigging ass" to set foot in his house again. She was going to fuck up Koi's game and most importantly, his legacy and Shemar couldn't have
that. His son's happiness be damned she guessed.
That was probably plenty of information and she probably shouldn't press him for any more about what happened downstairs. But she knew what she saw.
She had never seen Koi look at his father like that she she did not miss that the front of her son's shirt had been ceased as if someone had tried
picking him up by his collar. She knew Shemar couldn't be that fucking stupid, but she would ask just to make sure. He knew that was one of her
deal-breakers. His temper could get the best of him and he could slap the shit out of her all day long. Her babies though? No.
She didn't knock as she pushed open the door to the guest room, standing in the doorway. "You wanna tell me what happened down there?"Shemar - 3-3-2015 at 05:31 PM
Throwing a chest-burning shot back, Shemar poured a second one over the melted ice in his whiskey glass, the copper liquor going back into his throat
to chase the first one. He shouldn't have been drinking whiskey after the beer he'd had in the kitchen but...fuck it! Especially when he as he was hot
as hell at everything that had played out in the kitchen. If it wasn't that gap kneed bitch mouthing off to him in his OWN HOME, it was his son
defending her little money-sniffing ass! The damn disrespect though! The scene kept playing back in his mind. His bird chested, whipped, fucker of a
son, nose held high like he had the balls to hold it there. He didn't have SHIT! And he certainly wouldn't after that show he'd put on in front of
that girl that wouldn't have lasted longer than a night if her pussy game hadn't been on point. Or was it her head game? It had to be one of the two
considering that she was still around against Shemar's wishes.
He snorted at her constant presence in his house and the fact that his wife wasn't even phased at seeing her there. She was more surprised at the shit
going down, which told him that when he wasn't in his house, that hoe was. He shook his head, his anger bubbling to a new level as he though about
Fumie. Shuffling him out the kitchen like he was some bad ass dog who stepped in his own shit. Coddling Koi every chance she got. The blame for that
spoiled ass was solely on her head. She let him get his way too much, that night included. And that's when it hit Shemar, clear as damn day. He
was losing control. Fumie's dismissing him, that GIRL still finding herself in his space, Koi's defiance? That was it. The only person that knew
what time it was in the Kidd house was his daughter! But considering he wasn't sure she even knew what time was with her weird ass...
You wanna tell me what happened down there? Shemar scoffed as he turned from the dresser where he stood, the bottle of whiskey still in his
hand.
"Oh!" He exclaimed, pointing the bottle at Fumie. "Now you wanna hear what I have to say? I thought you sent me to my room, Mommy." Glaring at her, he
poured another glass and downed it before he slammed both the bottle and the glass on the dresser.Fumie - 3-3-2015 at 05:52 PM
Great. He was drinking. That was going to make this conversation all the more hard to have. All she could hope was that she could keep him contained.
The last thing she wanted was for Eri to see him going off the way she knew he was about to. His tantrums were childish to Fumie, but her baby had
been afraid of him for years now. She couldn't handle her father angry...Fumie stepped into the room, trying her damnedest not to roll her
eyes at the beginning of what she knew was going to be a long blaming session with him. She closed the door, sighing before she spoke.
"Come on, Shemar. Can we just talk like adults for once?" Just once she wanted to have a serious conversation with her husband where he didn't twist
everything she said into some weird personal attack. She didn't want to attack him! She had been trying to raise a family with him for years
now. The problem was he had never been interested in that. If anyone wanted something Shemar didn't they got this. An overgrown man-child throwing a
temper tantrum for his way...And he still didn't get it so what was the point?!
"What happened in the kitchen with Koi? What was that about?"Shemar - 3-3-2015 at 06:30 PM
He rolled his eyes at her line of questioning which, unsurprisingly, involved Koi. What about a drink in his hand in HIS bedroom made Fumie think that
Shemar was interested in talking about his knuckle-headed, idiot son? The answer should've been "nothing", yet...she was still pressing. Asking him to
talk like the adults they were for once. Really? They never spoke like adults. Mostly because she never allowed for that to happen! Most of the time,
if she wasn't bitching about what he wasn't doing, she was crying about what he was doing. And all that did was make him lash out when he got sick and
fucking tired of the two. And tonight, he was tired. Yet, she wasn't catching the damn hint. Throwing her another obvious clue to how uninterested he
was in talking to her about anything that involved what happened tonight, he began untying his tie, throwing it to the bed in frustration.
"Do you NOT see me taking my fucking clothes off?" The anger in his expression grew as he looked at her, pausing where he stood to see if she would
budge her ass out his door and let him drink himself to sleep. Not that he'd wanted to come home that night, but damn if he wasn't fucking irritated
that he hadn't schedule somewhere else to be.
"Okay..." He said, shaking his head as he realized she wasn't coming OFF IT. His fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt as he sat on the corner of
his bed, looking at his nagging ass wife.
"...since your ass is still here and obviously not leaving." He stopped fumbling at the buttons of his shirt as he pointed towards the door.
"That dumbass girl came in her tonight on everybody's nerves. I heard he and the little bitch arguing and when I walked in, she tried to start up with
me!" Yeah, so maybe that wasn't exactly what happened, but it was the damn gist! Koi had been going at it with her before Shemar had even gotten near
that kitchen and somehow, she thought she'd include Shemar in that shit? Fuck that.
"And I'll be damned if I let some fast ass come at me in my own house, Fumie." Fumie - 4-3-2015 at 11:06 AM
Fumie would have given anything not to do this with him right now. She honestly hated speaking to him, listening to him complain about things that
weren't exactly the way he wanted them, or about how someone wasn't living up to his impossible standards. Shemar was just...impossible. He was
impossible to understand and it was impossible to get him to understand you. He would never see beyond his own selfishness to change his mind about
anything, so often Fumie found herself asking why she even tried with him...she didn't know for certain, but she was sure it all came back to her not
wanting her baby boy, a kid that used to be president of the Shemar Kidd fan club, got the chance to love his father like she never could. When Fumie
married Shemar everything changed for her. Her parents practically disowned her, neither of them had ever met their grandchildren, they hadn't spoken
to (or probably even about) Fumie in almost 20 years...She didn't want that for Koi. She didn't want it for Eri either. Family was going to matter to
her kids.
So here she was again, trying with Shemar. Asking him for his side of what had happened in the kitchen and doing everything in her power not to scoff
at the unbelievability of it all. Devyn had been fighting with Koi? Okay. Sure. Fumie could see that because Koi and Devyn fell out at least twice a
week. Most of the time it was over something completely childish and Koi would pout for a little bit and call her. Sometimes it was a little deeper
and Koi would be tense for about a week before the two of them patched things up. A fight was normal for them. Something abnormal? Devyn turning her
"anger" to Shemar. He was lying. She knew he was lying because Devyn was never truly angry with Koi. So how did that anger shift?
Fumie wasn't going to lie, she didn't know Devyn as well as she would like to. And she didn't often witness she and Koi's fights firsthand. After the
first kitchen incident, when Fumie mistook Devyn for one of Shemar's playmates (a memory that still made her cringe), any time she tried to sit down
and talk to her, Koi always pulled her away before they could really get going. So no, she didn't know the girl. What Fumie did know was her son. And
she knew what was best for him. Devyn was best for him. He got into ZERO trouble when they were together and he was...happy. Her little boy was
happy with her. Why wasn't that important to Shemar? All that registered with him was "some fast ass" coming at him...usually he liked that
kind of thing.
"Okay, Shemar-," Was it too much to ask for him to take the high road and not fight with a fucking teenager? Even if what he was saying was true...she
just...UGH! "I get it. She was disrespectful. Koi was disrespectful. Everyone owes the other person an apology...Call your son."
Fumie waited to see how that request would play out. Shemar - 5-3-2015 at 07:56 AM
Wait. Was that...attitude? Shemar didn't know what he was picking up off of Fumie as she spoke to him, her voice taking on an air of irritation
and...something else. Her eyes seemed to roll as she gave him advice that he didn't even ASK her for. Apologize. Call your son. What? WHY? Because Koi
wasn't getting his way and that waste of time he was always with thought it was a good idea to stir the pot when NONE of that was even necessary?
Nope. That was FUMIE'S method of operating. Babying her son and cleaning up messes that weren't any of her fucking business. Shemar wasn't
taking the low road. Not for his son and not for his son's nosy, manipulative, money hungry ass girlfriend. Or whatever the hell she was. None of that
was Shemar's business and to be quite truthful, he didn't give a damn how either of them felt. This was HIS house and Koi knew what was up. If he
didn't like the way it operated, he could step. And he could take...that girl with him.
"And why the hell would I do that?" He asked Fumie, the anger in his face dulling as he stared at her. She looked at him again and...he saw the same
emotion he'd been seeing in her eyes for awhile. After their night together. Every time she'd even taken a moment to speak to him when they were in
each other's presence. And when she'd just walked through his bedroom door. Resign. The unmistakable look of "I really don't give a shit".
And if that was the truth, why'd she bring her ass in his room, telling him how to handle his home and HIS son. Yeah, that's right. Koi was his son,
too. Not his fucking little brother. And he didn't appreciate how she was coming to him like he was a child instead of the man of his home.
"Look, if you don't give a fuck about some little GIRL coming in here and disrespecting your house and your HUSBAND, then maybe you should check
yourself instead of coming in here and trying to check me!" He spat, taking his shirt off as he finally undid all of the buttons. He threw his shirt
near the bed, standing up again as he undid his belt.Fumie - 6-3-2015 at 12:56 PM
Was it really so much for Shemar--a husband, father, and self-proclaimed adult--to get on the phone and call their son, the child in this situation,
to tell him that he was sorry about what happened? No. Fumie still hadn't gotten straight answer about what that was, but Shemar knew Koi was upset.
He knew the things Koi did when he was upset. The drinking, the drugs...the cutting. Fact of that matter was, Shemar Kidd didn't care about his son
beyond what he could do on a basketball court. Fumie firmly believed that if her baby did overdose one day and he died, Shemar would solely be upset
about the loss of his "legacy", not the loss of his son...She tried not to think about it too often.
"Why wouldn't you do it, Shemar? Nobody is asking you to do anything drastic." Why did she even try with him?! Every time they ended up right here
with her asking him to do simple shit and him refusing. "He was upset and you know how Koi gets. Just...please-," he cut her off, his voice raising as
the yelling started. He fumed about how Fumie didn't care about some random girl in her house disrespecting blah, blah, blah. Whatever. She crossed
her arms and let him finish, sighing as he did so.
"Stop yelling. Your other child is just down the hall and you don't need to be this hype about this." He really didn't. As usual Shemar was being a
drama queen and it was wearing on Fumie's nerves much faster than usual. "I'm not trying to check you, I'm trying to help this family. If you don't
care about your son don't call." Fumie shrugged then, turning her back on him as she made to leave.
Once again she would be trying to fix things herself. Shemar - 7-3-2015 at 05:50 AM
What Shemar was REALLY trying to find out was when Fumie got the idea in her mind that she was running shit? Three times. He'd counted THREE TIMES
during that conversation that she'd taken the chance to tell him what he should or shouldn't be doing and he couldn't help but step outside of himself
and ask himself why he hadn't fucking slapped her back into her senses yet. She'd clearly lost them, voicing all of her unnecessary opinions on the
situation when it was obvious that Shemar just wanted to sleep. He just wanted...to sleep! Forgetting about Koi and that girl was the best thing for
him at the particular moment, but Fumie didn't see it that way, choosing THAT opportunity to become a much less funny version of Dr. Phil. And Shemar
didn't need a therapist. Sexy Filipino? Yes. Dr. Phil? Fuck outta here.
But he let her continue on, running her mouth about how he should check on Koi because...so WHAT?! His son was a druggie and he used that fucked up
habit as a substitution for his mother's titty because he obviously needed something to "make everything better" when all he had to do was deal with
shit like a man instead of running away like the little cunt Fumie'd raised him to be. So, no. Shemar wasn't going to check on his son who was
actually fucking legal now and was supposed to be man enough to jerk the leash on his bitch when she got too mouthy. Like how Fumie was getting right
now. But that was the difference, Shemar wasn't ignorant on how to control a mouth.
"What makes you fucking believe-," He began, pulling his belt from the belt loops in one motion before he stopped and held it at his side, starting at
Fumie. "...that I need to hear what you think?"
"Stop yelling?" Quicker than she probably expected, he advanced on her, pointing his finger at her face. "I'm not your addict ass son, Fumie. You
don't TELL me what I can or cannot do."
His stare didn't falter as he stood, chest to chest with her, the hand that held the belt at his side twitching as she met his eyes. He was tired of
this shit! Not that she'd been the ideal wife...like, ever, but lately? He couldn't stand her ass even more than usual! Since the night at Spago,
she'd been a extra kind of bold. Saying shit under her breath, giving him the idea that his presence wasn't wanted, and THIS. Treating him like he was
Koi's brother instead of his father. Like on top of "all the things she had to do" (whatever), raising him was another thing that she had to add to
her "long" list of responsibilities. Bullshit! He was done with all that. The new body, her new interest in her appearance, her exodus from "busted
ass ratchet" to "Mrs. Shemar Kidd"? All of that was supposed to start something new...fresh. Not this "even more naggy" that she'd been hitting him
with lately. And he didn't even want to get started with how she wouldn't even let him TOUCH her again. Yeah, he was bored with it and her. Especially
her fucking mouth...
"Help this family? You mean you coddle our druggie son and that retard of a daughter because you want to HELP? Or because you're a FUCKING HORRIBLE
MOTHER and they see right THROUGH YOU?" A sly smile crossed his face as the silence settled in between them, his words still lingering, heavily in the
air.
"I care by paying these fucking bills and keeping a roof over niggas heads. That's how I CARE. Fuck the rest of that shit, Fumie. At least I know my
damn role...when will know yours, Mommy?"Fumie - 7-3-2015 at 06:38 AM
As usual, everything she said was an attack to him. She was challenging his authority. She was stepping outside her place. She was the enemy to him.
What had she asked of him so far? To make sure his son wasn't out killing himself and to stop yelling so that their daughter didn't hear them arguing.
She'd asked him to care about people other than himself and that was (as usual) too much for Shemar Kidd. And that was how they ended up here. With
Shemar in her face, telling her he wasn't a child, despite his contradictory behavior. Fumie instinctively stepped back as he advanced, belt in hand,
his features raging. She had been standing tall, trying to make him see what she saw...her demeanor changed and Fumie again she tried to explain
herself. She wasn't trying to check him! All she'd asked him to do was talk to his son!
Fumie tried leaving before this whole situation got anymore out of hand, risking a backhand for turning her back on him. She didn't want to do this!
Not with Eri down the hall! Not with Koi God knew where. She needed to take care of her kids. Above all of Shemar's bullshit, she needed to make sure
her babies (the ones she wasn't married to) were okay. His words stopped her from tending to them though. He'd turned his attention from her
shortcomings to their son's. Their daughter's. Words and phrases like "retard" and "druggie" leaving his lips so easily as if he were judging
homeless, foster children instead of his own. The shocked confusion on her face was clear as she faced him again trying her damnedest to process what
was happening. It was so surreal.
Here she stood, talking to the father of her children; the children he was currently referring to in such vile and ridiculous terms as if he knew them
at all. He didn't. Shemar didn't know shit about either of his kids. Outside of Koi's basketball games, Shemar took no interest in what his son was
doing. Did he know how Koi's grades had come up since he started hanging with Devyn? Did he realize that they hadn't had to pick him up from a drunk
tank in months? Did he see how often her son smiled and laughed these days? Of course he didn't. He was never here. And Eri actively hid from
him when he was around so Fumie honestly wasn't even sure if he knew what she looked like...It was almost laughable...It was laughable.
Despite every emotion inside her, Fumie laughed. It started small, a short giggle, but it couldn't be contained. She laughed at him. He was a fucking
joke. His complete existence was a cruel joke. The complete absurdity of the implication that he knew anything at all about the kids he
donated sperm to was maddening and Fumie could feel herself break.
"Are you fucking serious?" She swiped at her eyes, drying tears there as she watched him. He was. He was dead serious and he did not find her little
laugh attack amusing at all. The smile slid instantly from her lips as the anger of that realization overtook her. He was serious. This is what Shemar
thought of his own family. Of his FLESH. They were nothing more to him than problems.
"You arrogant bastard. You don't know shit about MY FUCKING CHILDREN! Don't you EVER IN YOUR FUCKING LIFE talk shit about them again Shemar. Or I
swear to God--" he didn't let her finish.
