“Alexis works for a guy named Diego that has a daughter named Galleria. Apparently, she’s another one of my wife’s hoes. I didn’t want Galleria to have my wife, but she did. So, if she had you too, I was goin’ to one of these corners to cry,” I answered.
“Chill, baby. It ain’t that deep. We locked in,” he said and placed his hand on my stomach.
I smiled and kissed him, waiting for those electric currents to shoot through my body like they always did anytime our skinconnected. I believed him when he said I had him because he definitely had me. Just as I was gettin’ into it, he broke the connection. I blamed the baby for having me ready to sit on it every second of the damn day.
“Later, mama. We gotta feed my son. I know you hungry. You threw that breakfast up,” he said and headed for the fridge.
“Baby, come backkk,” I whined for him. He smiled and shook his head. “We need to talk about an ob-gyn. He gon’ need a doctor, and so will I.”
“We can ask Belle Air. I’m sure she can refer someone,” he suggested.
I forgot all about my baby bein’ pregnant. I hopped down and grabbed Christian’s phone out his back pocket. I knew Belle’s and Hunz’s numbers by heart, so I dialed without hesitation.
We discussed my pregnancy after she gave me an earful. Hunz told her about the baby when she wanted me to tell her first. Her feelings were hurt.
Christian fixed chicken fajitas, and surprisingly, I kept it down. It was spicy and hit every taste bud on the head. So, my son was gon’ have me poppin’ Tums like Tic Tacs I saw. I showered after lunch and got my tired ass in Christian’s bed while he concentrated on writing his sermon for Sunday.
As bad as I wanted to interrupt and get my shit pounded, I kept my distance and let him work. He planned some big dinner for us, so I guess I’d catch a few z’s.
I didn’t believe in God due to my past, but Christian was making me wanna change that. Being around him was comforting and relaxing. I smiled with ease around him. Whether we were in the same room or not, I felt protected.
He had me wanting to thank someone for his existence, and the only person I could think of was God. Christian changed, so maybe I could too.
Gills
After feeding my babies, I went to work on my sermon for Sunday. I needed somethin’ to get my mind off what Journei spilled in the kitchen. Kégo and I were brothers ’til the end, and I would step outta my clergy for him as well. To know that Diego was doin’ business with Alexis didn’t sit too well with me.
She was my enemy, no doubt, but she wasn’t anybody to worry about until she grabbed her plastic balls and came for me for real. However, Diego was gettin’ a call from me before the day was over.
Journei was supposed to be taking a nap before we went out to dinner tonight. My son had her drained most of the day. I could see it in her face and the way she maneuvered, but she had enough energy to wanna sit on me again. Her hormones were controlling her, and she didn’t even know it.
I planned on taking her out for dinner with my granny tonight. Granny had been asking to meet her, so giving in to the request and letting her in on the pregnancy was gon’ be killed with one stone.
Granny didn’t censor her mouth for anybody, but she wasn’t rude. She voiced her opinion, whether it hurt feelings or not, and only apologized when necessary. I acted just like her.
It didn’t take me long to write the sermon out. Most days, I’d be stuck in my head and goin’ over it for hours at a time, but that day, it just flowed. I was pleased with it, so I got up, and grabbed my briefcase from the closet.
I had a few papers I was supposed to have signed before Sunday. Since I had to stop by the church the next day, I’d might as well drop them off with Rebecca, our secretary.
As I sat back down, my phone went off. Looking at the caller ID, I saw it was a number I didn’t recognize, but I knew that +52 anywhere. I answered, knowin’ it could only be one of two people.
“Gills,” I said into the receiver.
“Since when you go by Gills? You some kinda fish outta water or somethin’? Oh, so Hades was too street, huh? Let me find out you done went soft like a lil’ bitch. Aye, Papa, yo’ son pickin’ flowers and shit.”
A smile instantly appeared on my face. The person I planned on calling for a rundown called me instead. We always had that weird twin telepathy thing when we were nowhere near related.
“Te extrano Kégo(I miss you, Kégo),” I spoke in Spanish to him.
“Ew, nigga, you really did go soft. I told you, Papa, he wasn’t the same,” he responded, laughing.
“I’ll holla at Papa myself so we can have a conversation without you lying. Wassup, Kégo?”
“Not shit. I heard some things and was wondering how you doin’? I called Granny since we headed to the States soon for this job, and she tells me all about you. The fuck is you doin’ bein’ a pastor when you took more souls than the devil?”
His question brought up old memories. I was really out there on that type of time. I changed and wasn’t tryna go back, but then again, my family was bein’ tried, and I refused to lose anybody in it. My son and Journei were all I saw.
“Kégo, I didn’t wanna hurtabuela. She shed tears and thought she was gonna lose me. I couldn’t have that. You know she comes first.Siempre y para siempre(Always and forever),” I told him.
