Pressure looked from me to Blaqson. “‘Lo, you know you was wrong for that shit. Just apologize and let’s move on.”
I shook my head slow. “Ain’t doin’ shit.”
Pressure sighed, pickin’ his dominoes back up. “You hard-headed as hell. Fine. Play the game then.”
So that’s what we did. We played. We drank. We smoked. But the tension was sittin’ heavy in the room like another person.
After a few rounds and another bottle, Renza started laughin’. “Man, y’all funny as hell. Y’all been glancin’ at each other all night like some old lovers that broke up and don’t know who gon’ say sorry first.”
Pressure burst out laughin’, slappin’ the table. “Yo’, you stupid as hell, boy.”
Even Blaqson cracked a small grin. I tried to hold mine in, but it slipped.
Blaqson leaned back, shook his head, then said, “Man, fuck it,” and extended his arm across the table.
I looked at him for a second, then reached out and shook it.
Pressure grinned wide. “Damn, bitches, now was that so hard?”
Everybody laughed. The air finally lightened, and the tension melted just enough for me to breathe again.
We spent the rest of the night talkin’ shit, laughin’, and drinkin’ like nothin’ ever happened. But deep down, I knew that even if we moved past it, that night in the kitchen would always stick with me. I knew I took that shit too far.
Still, for the first time in a long time, it felt like we was back where we was supposed to be. The Mensah’s and the ones close to us; strong, loyal and unbreakable, even when we was damn near about to kill each other.
That’s just what we was… Family. And family ain’t perfect, but when we fix shit, we fix it for real.
The Prestige Fertility Center
Today was the day me and my wife was ’bout to find out why the hell she hadn’t got pregnant by me yet, and I ain’t even gon’ lie, that shit had my head fucked up the whole drive.
We was only a couple hours out, but it felt longer ’cause my mind wouldn’t shut the fuck up, and Toni was sittin’ in the passenger seat quiet as hell with her shades on like she was tryna hide from her own thoughts. I kept my eyes on the road, and my hand on the wheel, but every few minutes I looked over at her leg bouncin’ and my chest would tighten ’cause I already knew she was spiralin’ even if she wasn’t sayin’ shit.
The place looked clean and expensive in that calm, fake peaceful kinda way. It had white walls, big windows and soft voices, like people ain’t come in there carryin’ their whole futureon they back. Soon as we walked in, they handed us paperwork, asked mad questions about how long we been tryin’, how often, if Toni cycle regular, if either one of us had surgeries or health issues, and I answered everything straight up ’cause I wasn’t about to bullshit when it came to my wife.
They called us back together first, and the doctor was cool, not stiff, not preachy, just real. She broke it down simple, and told us fertility ain’t always about somethin’ bein’ wrong, sometimes bodies just be stubborn, sometimes stress play a bigger role than people wanna admit, and sometimes shit take longer than expected.
She asked Toni all them questions about her body, pain, cycles, all that, and Toni answered calm but I could feel the tension in her just from the way she sat. Then she asked me about my lifestyle, smokin’, drinkin’, sleep, stress, kids, and I told her exactly what it was ’cause I ain’t have nothin’ to hide.
Then she laid out what was gon’ happen that day, from blood work for both of us, ultrasound for Toni, and a semen analysis for me, and yeah, that last part had me blinkin’ slow ’cause ain’t no nigga ever excited to hear that shit, but I kept it cool.
They took Toni first, and I stayed right there with her while they drew her blood, holdin’ her hand and lettin’ her squeeze mine ’cause even though she acted tough, I knew when my wife needed grounding. When they wheeled the ultrasound machine in, I stepped out like they asked, and I hated not bein’ right there, but I waited.
Then it was my turn.
The nurse explained everything like it was regular as hell, handed me the cup, told me where to go, told me what to do, and left me alone. I ain’t gon’ lie, the room felt awkward as fuck. It was sterile, quiet as fuck and not my vibe at all.
A minute later Toni knocked and asked if she could come in, and when she stepped inside, locked the door, and walked up onme like it was just us in the whole buildin’. Then all that tension eased up. She ain’t say much. She touched me the way she always do when she tryna pull me out my head. It was familiar and reminded me why we was even here in the first place. I focused on her, on us and on the future we talked about late at night.
By the time she pulled my dick out my sweat pants, my shit was already rock hard.
She wrapped her hand around my dick slow, but grippin’ my shit. Then got on her knees and put it in her mouth. I closed my eyes for a second and leaned my head back against the wall, exhalin’ everything I been carryin’ since we walked in this place.
“Damn baby,” I moaned as she took all my dick in her mouth.
I opened my eyes and looked at her, and she looked right back at me, calm and sure, like she always is when I’m the one feelin’ shaky. That shit alone almost made me cum. I gripped the edge of the counter and focused on her face that was covered in saliva and on the way she was suckin’ and jerkin’ my dick at the same time.
Then that pressure hit me hard as hell. My breath started comin’ short, my thighs tensin’ up, and I knew I was close to bussin’.
