Free Making Babies With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance) by J A Fielding

had run its course,” Sherea said as she approached the door.
    “It did and I was just being nice,” Estelle said angrily.
    “Hey Sherea!” Natasha called out. “I hope you take something from the friendship you had with my Nan,” she said.
    “And what’s that?” Sherea asked.
    “Let go of the reins you have on your son and maybe he will not be a total and complete disappointment,” Natasha said before sitting down. Sherea rolled her eyes and walked out; Estelle slammed the door behind her.
    “Good riddance,” Rita said in a low voice but loud enough for everyone to hear.
    “Can you believe the nerve of that woman?” Leanne asked.
    “I always thought she was such a good woman,” Marci said sadly. “Decent even,” she added as Estelle sat down.
    “I have known her for thirty years. The joke’s on me,” Estelle said with a sad smile. Rita walked over to Estelle and gave her a hug.
    “Enough about her. You okay?” Rita asked looking at Estelle.
    “I’ve never been better. But you have got a mouth on you,” Estelle said with a smile. Rita laughed.
    “When you deal with snobby art people all day, you learn a few tricks,” Rita said looking at Natasha. “You good, Tasha?” she asked.
    “Me and Aiden are just fine,” Natasha said with a smile. The two older women smiled at each other.
    “I hope you have a plan B in case Aiden turns out to be a female,” Leanne said smiling. Natasha looked at her Nan and smiled.
    “Let’s cross that bridge when we get to it,” Natasha said with a smile. Marci took Natasha’s plate from the table and handed it to Natasha.
    “Well, eat up now. You need to keep your strength up,” she said.
    True, childbirth is no joke,” Estelle said. Natasha looked at the older women and then at Rita.
    “Let’s not talk about that. That shit is weird,” Natasha said as she took a bite of her now cold turkey bacon.
    “Tasha, language!” Estelle yelled angrily.

Chapter 7
    Mitchell looked at the dinner table and smiled. He had managed to pull off a great dinner from scratch – so unlike him. He walked to the kitchen and put on a pair of oven gloves before taking the baked potatoes out of the oven. He walked to the dining table and carefully set the potatoes down. He smiled as he looked at the generous spread. He knew that cooking would definitely not be enough to make up for not being around for two weeks but he hoped that Natasha would see that he was trying to make up for it. He had been called out to Europe on an emergency and it was too much of a short notice for him to get someone to represent him, especially since the company was right in the middle of not one, not two but three major campaigns.
    As much as his reasons made perfect sense to him, he knew that his wife saw things a bit differently as Rita had told her.
    “You know that you are not neglecting her and I know that you are not but she doesn’t,” Rita had told her earlier that week. “You need to talk to her,” she had said.
    “ I will, as soon as I get back,” he said. “But this time around I had to leave. There were no two ways around it,” he added.
    “ I know, but you need to let her know that. Maybe it’s the miscarriages, I don’t know, but she feels a bit alone, especially since Stacy and I don’t hang out with her as much as we used to,” Rita explained.
    Mitchell knew what he had to do. The talk with Rita had actually psyched him up to get home, so much that he took an earlier flight. When he got home, Natasha was not there. He took this opportunity to surprise her. It had been a while since he made her dinner, especially her favorite, baked potatoes. He had just finished setting the table when he heard the front door open.
    “Hello, Maria is that you?” he heard Natasha calling out.
    “ It’s me, babe,” he called from the dining room.
    “ Mitch, hi. I thought you were not getting home till tomorrow night,” she said as she walked up to him. He kissed her and hugged