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with couldn't tell him the scent of my pussy. He loved the fact that I wasn't out in the clubs and shit, checking for the next bailer. I knew this because these were the things he told me every day. These were the things he whispered in my ear right before he was about to cum. But somehow, eventually, I always ended up hearing how I was so young-acting and how it turned him off. Funny how when a nigga all up inside a broad he got all kinds of shit to say, but the minute he pull that dick out it's a whole ‘notha story.
    “I wasn't too young to have your damn baby, though. Now, was I?” I said sarcastically as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.
    “I'm not even gonna entertain this shit, Tee. I'm out. Kiss my baby for me,” he said, opening the door.
    “Fuck you! You ain't got no damn baby. This is my baby You better hope we're still here when you return!” I yelled as he was closing the door behind him.
    I knew exactly what to say to get his attention. Not even a split second later the door flew open and Li'l Man was back in the room. He ran right up to my face like a madman. I knew he had a temper, but I had never seen this look on him before, especially directed at me. He looked as though he was going to put his hands around my throat and squeeze the life out of me. I jumped and pulled my baby close to me, hoping this would prevent Li'l Man from putting his hands on me.
    “What the fuck did you say?” he asked with a look of murder in his eyes.
    There was no backing down. I couldn't punk out now, so I grabbed my balls and let ‘em roll. “I said you better hope we are still here when you return!”
    Li'l Man knew exactly what I was insinuating. Throughout my pregnancy I would threaten to leave him and tell him that he would never see the baby. Although I would never really do that, it was the one thing that I could use to keep Li'l Man in line. To my surprise, though, this time Li'l Man reacted very differently.
    “Bitch!” he yelled, grabbing me by the throat. “If you ever try to take my fuckin’ son away from me, or go anywhere without me knowing, I will kill your stupid ass.” Li'l Man then released my neck with a hard push.
    I gasped for air and the next thing I knew, Li'l Man was out the door, slamming it behind him. As I continued gasping for air, tears slowly rolled down my face, burning my cheeks as they flowed. I was in shock. Li'l Man had never reacted like that before. Before I got pregnant, sure, there were a few times here and there when he hit me. But that was always during a drunken argument, when he really didn't know what he was doing. And hewould always apologize once he sobered up, and buy me something nice to make up for it. But once he found out I was pregnant, he vowed never to put his hands on me like that again. And he hadn't—that is, until now. I guess he didn't want to harm his baby, but now that TJ. was born, maybe he felt it was safe to start using me as his personal punching bag.
    T he next day Li'l Man hadn't returned to the hospital to check on me or the baby; nor had he called. I was tired of being laid up in the hospital. My friends and family had come and gone. I was ready to go, too. The nurse advised me that since there were no complications and both me and the baby were doing fine, she would discuss a possible afternoon discharge with the doctor.
    Damn what the doctor said—I was going home regardless. I packed everything up, anxious to get back home. Fortunately the doctor signed my discharge papers, so I didn't have any drama about checking out of the hospital. Once I had everything all together, I called Li'l Man, and, of course, he didn't answer. Still pissed at his ass from the day before, I left him a nasty message.
    “This is your punching-bag baby mama. If you are interested, the doctor is releasing me and your son this afternoon. It would be nice if you were here to pick us up,” I said, hanging up without saying good-bye. To my surprise, Li'l Man