“Dad, this is Bla… Genesis. Genesis, this is my father, Obasi.”
He replaced his stale face with a fake smile saying, “What’s good, OG?”
My father looked at me not changing his expression at all. He wasn’t feeling Black and that was solely because of the events that occurred. I didn’t think he would make any effort to and that was me being honest. His first impression of Black was the only impression he needed. His glare was back on my son’s father and nothing about him said he wanted to hold conversation.
“You did some things to my daughter I don’t approve of. I’m confused about you being here.”
“Shit, I was too until I walked in here. Brat ain’t left a nigga mind since I met her though. That pu—” I mustered up enough strength to hit him in his leg causing him to wince in pain. “The fuck you do that for?”
“Don’t,” was all I had to say. That was enough warning. He mugged the hell out of me, but he eventually switched back to his softness.
“I’m here ‘cause my brother bought me here. Apparently, he knew all ‘bout Brat and what she had going on. This his city so it makes sense,” Black replied.
“I know all about you being an Atkins, and I don’t like you for my daughter or grandson. I just can’t sit back and let you invade her privacy or life once again,” my father fussed.
“Okay, so I’m going to take him so they can run all his tests. We’ll be back,” Nesh interjected. I placed him in her arms, and they left quickly and quietly with my parents still not budging.
“Yo’ daughter kept a child without my permission. Mind you, she called the cops on meaftershe sat on my dick and swallowed nut by the liter. I really don’t give a fuck what you sit back and do, OG. I do know that wherever she go from now on a nigga on her ass. Hate it or love it another fuckin’ Atkins on top,” Black boasted.
I was fresh from pushing his son out and already had thoughts of giving him another one. I disliked the way he spoke to my father but on the same token, I loved that he defended his place in my life. We hadn’t held that conversation about where we’d go from here, but it was clear his decision was made.
“Cheyonne, don’t let him speak to your father like that. That’s beyond disrespectful. Obasi is still your father no matter what you’re feeling right now,” my mother added. She was her husband’s shadow and backbone. Whatever he felt, so did she.
“Mama, you and Dad just need to calm down. Y’all were fine before he got here and now y’all are hostile and rude for no reason. Show respect and you’ll get it. You know how I am becauseyouraised me that way. At the end of the day, I want him here,” I confessed.
“He hurt you, baby girl, and you’re defending him? I did not raise a weak woman. He shouldn’t be here,” my father argued.
“I’m far from weak, Dad. However, this is the weakest state you’ll ever see me in. I need time to recover, and you need time to adjust to Malachi’s father. Thank you for always showing up for me, but you can go home and rest. I’ll come over as soon as my body allows it.” I was done fussing and fighting witheveryone. They both deserved to be here and enjoy our new addition but having them so close would cause greater chaos. I just wanted peace right now.
“Che-Che, this is wrong,” my mother commented.
“Yeah, so is a lot of other things that’s happened in my life. I’ll call you, Mama.” I was exhausted as fuck and this conversation was done.
They glared at me and Black before taking their leave. I didn’t look over to see what Black was feeling or anything while me and my parent’s played tennis about him. I was sure he was just taking it all in and measuring how much I really cared. I still felt regret but him seeing our son’s birth filled me with so much happiness.
Once the room consisted of only us, it took him a minute to smile but one crept upon his face. All thirty-two of his pearly whites were on display. It made me happy to see him happy, especially after being the one to deprive him of happiness for damn near a year.
“You ain’t have to do yo’ pops like that, Brat. He ran his mouth a lil’ too much for my liking, but he ain’t deserve all that. You were so disrespectful but so polite with it. My fuckin’ dick hard!” he said reaching inside his pants to adjust himself.
Memories of that night flashed repeatedly. I knew all about how hard he could get and how good he felt. He was blessed and highly favored in that department, and he knew it. Long, thick, veiny, and it tasted so fuckin’ good. I couldn’t help but regret putting him away for so long. There was no telling how often he could’ve pinned me down and made a home in me.
The door opening snapped me back to reality. Nesh walked back in with Malachi and many guests behind her. I couldn’t contain my excitement seeing Royce and his family. I had a huge soft spot in my heart for his kids. Klarity should’ve been home with her newborn but instead she was here to show support.Nesh handed off Malachi to Black then went on about her way to her recliner.
“What it do, Brat? I see y’all both safe and healthy. That was all a nigga wanted,” he said ushering his family to the other side of the room.
“Aye nigga, what the fuck you just call her?” Black questioned. He was perplexed much like I was when I first heard it from Royce.
“What? Brat? That’s my lil’ nickname for her. Don’t she look like one of them lil’ dolls from back in the day?” he asked.
“Why the fuck do I keep feeling like I’m looking in a fuckin’ mirror every time you around, bruh? I call her that shit, too,” Black chimed shaking his head.
“Word? They say them apples don’t fall too far from each other. Come meet my wife and kids. I mean, you might as well. I ain’t gon’ ever let yo’ lil’ a-s-s be from now on. I love my family way too much to play like I don’t give a f-u-c-k.” Royce had briefed me on his family history, and I had to give it to him for trying to be the glue for everybody.
His grandmother had passed, and she let a few secrets fly in her will. Black’s name was mentioned but that was all Royce revealed. He wanted to find him and take care of him, but I sent him to jail before he could. I was hoping he still had that mentality now that Black was out and in his face.
Black looked over at me, and I nodded giving him the go ahead. I just gave birth and needed time to bond with my son anyway. He was placed back in my arms before his father took off. Black walked over going straight for baby Essence first. I figured he would. That little girl was too damn surreal.
“Why the hell you keep spelling out certain words? Just speak nigga,” Black commented.
