“I told you wherever y’all went I was following. I ain’t need to say shit else, but since you a lil’ slow, I’ll spell it out. We in this thang for the long run, Brat. I ain’t ‘bout to let nobody do my job when it comes to y’all. Y’all mine for life.”
“He has your name, not me. He’s yours for life, while I’m still suitable for a husband,” I teased.
Black gripped my face and turned my head toward him with aggression. The look in his eyes had grown cold. He slipped back into the person I met months ago. “Don’t fuckin’ try me, Brat. I stamped that pussy so good, I know it’s missing me, ‘cause I’m fa damn sho missing it. If you wanted my name, all you had to dowas ask for it. I’ll give it to you with no problem. It’s not like I got use for the bitch anyway.”
“Why is that? What happened with you and them?” I was just as nosy as he was.
“I was made out of wedlock, so me and Royce don’t share the same mama, but we got the same donor. Some shit went down with him and my mama which resulted to her skipping town. I didn’t get the same treatment as Junior cause I wasn’t even supposed to be born. He lived a life of luxury, and I was scrapping up whatever I could to survive. I got into jacking and that put some bread in me and the crew pocket. Whatever happened to our grandma made him come and find me initially, but somebody wanted to see me behind bars instead. I knew of him, but he ain’t know shit ‘bout me.”
Everything Royce said was true and now I was getting Black’s side of things. It all made sense on why they acted so similar. They were brothers for sure and carried the same character traits but didn’t have a clue as to where to start in bonding. They just kind of threw themselves in the circle and now their relationship came so naturally. I loved that for them.
“Do you want to get to know the rest of the family?” I inquired.
“I don’t care for Royce’s donors, but I’m down to meet everybody else. Ain’t no point in holding a grudge when they ain’t did shit or know what was really going on. If I got to meet them, so do you. Royce ain’t the only Atkins.”
“So, I’ve heard. We can though. I don’t mind.”
“Cool. You trying to shower with me? His greedy ass done knocked out.”
“Yeah baby, we can.”
Black tucked Maaz in to where he’d be safe and snugged while we showered. All he wanted to do was rub on me. I didn’tmind cause I missed having him near. The feeling of him was too good to replace.
CH. 16
GENESIS
Time didn’t seem to make a difference when it came to loving Brat and Maaz. Them two crept up in a nigga heart and made a home fa real. I couldn’t hold you, being around them had me the most content I’d ever been out of my now twenty-four years of life. It was peaceful and everything was still for once. I had a few days to get the bread back to Twenty-One but other than that, I was coolin’ in the Springs.
Walking into the nursery, I scooped my lil’ man up out the crib. He was in this muthafucka wailing like somebody was on his ass. Brat spoiled his ass so all he was really wanting was to be held. It ain’t trouble me though. He was getting whatever he wanted out my ass, too.
“Aight lil’ nigga. Stop all that hootin’ and shit up in here. It ain’t that serious,” I scolded him.
Brat was relaxing downstairs with Toneshia, and I needed that to continue. The second she heard him, she was on her feet. She was a damn good mother. She never let him feel like he wasn’t loved or wanted. I thanked her several times over for having him. She could’ve flushed his lil’ ass but she didn’t. I guess I had Royce to thank for that, too.
The doorbell rang and I just knew it wasn’t nobody but his ass. He tended to pop up when a nigga was thinking or talking ‘bout him. The shit was weird as fuck. Over the past few weeks, he put in every effort he could for us to get close. I thought it was cringy as hell, but he was just a nigga that loved his family. He warned me what type of timing he was gon’ be on in the hospital. I just didn’t listen.
“I think that’s yo’ worrisome uncle, Maaz. He don’t know what space means and I mean that in the worse way. He don’t know how to stay out yo’ face to save his life,” I voiced placing him on the changing table.
Moments later, my assumption was proven right. Royce and lil’ CJ walked through the door. His kids clung to him anytime he was around. He was a much better father than Senior, and I applauded him for showing them a father’s love no matter if they didn’t carry his blood. CJ saw me and took off running. He was so acceptive and happy all the time. You could tell he was living an easy life.
“Uncle Gen!” he shouted wrapping his lil’ arms around my legs.
I smiled as soon as we made contact. I could dislike the adults in this family, but the kids had my heart all the way, especially the baby girls. My nieces looked like they belonged on a shelf right next to Brat pretty ass. All of them looked like dolls.
“What it do, neph? What you got going on?” All that baby talk I left for the women to do. I ain’t have it in me.
“With my daddy,” he said pointing to Royce.
“Oh yeah. Y’all running errands and thangs?” He nodded wildly and I smirked. I finished changing Maaz and picked his stanking ass up. Royce was next to me in a flash waving his hands to dry. When he got the sanitizer? I had no clue. I gladly handed lil’ man over then scooped up CJ.
“Aye, before you go back down there, let me holla at you for a minute. Sit down right quick,” Royce chimed.
“Holla at me ‘bout what?” I was interested to hear what he was ‘bout to put on the table. I took a seat handing CJ my phone. His lil’ ass went right to YouTube.
“You and yo’ crew hit my mall so tell me who got you right?”
Nigga, we just started bonding. I know you don’t think I’m just ‘bout to hand any of my people over.
