Leah

"Mama! Maaaaaaaamaaaa!"

"What girl?"

"Tia hit me again!"

"Well hit her back and leave me alone!"

What was I thinking? Don't get me wrong, I love my kids. But sometimes I wish I would've waited. I had my first baby, Niki, on the day of my high school graduation. Yes, while all of my friends walked across stage to receive their diplomas, I was pushing out an 7lb 6oz baby girl. She was beautiful; I fell in love with her instantly. No one else was too happy about her coming into this world, though. My mom was devastated that her 17 year old daughter was pregnant by a 27 year old felon. What can I say? I like what I like. My Niki is now 18. I haven't been the best mother to her, but she adores me.

My children are my heart, but my husband is my world. When I first met my husband, we were at a bar. From the moment that we made eye contact, I knew I had to have him. I seductively approached him. Even though I am a mother of six, I was still as fine as I was in my prime. My smooth milk chocolate skin is envied by everyone that has the pleasure of being around me. I have the perfect hour glass shape with the attitude to match. I knew this man wouldn't be able to resist me.

"Hi I'm Leah." He smiled and his pretty white teeth against his beautiful, dark skin and said, "They call me Tone."

That was it. He walked off. My interest grew even stronger, so I started asking around about him. Apparently, he had a longtime girlfriend that he lived with. That didn't mean anything to me. I got word of his favorite bar and showed up looking up finer than I had ever been. I wore a skin tight black dress with red pumps. He instantly noticed me. Let's just say, he went home with me that night. I woke up before him and saw that "Tonya" had called him 18 times.