“I kicked him out. I’m not ready to deal with him yet.”
He shook his head and sat in the chair beside the bed. Regardless of how he felt, he didn’t say too much about it. That was one thing I loved about Hunz. He didn’t overstep.
I was kept for another day for observation and then released the next morning. Best friend allowed me to crash at their crib until my bed rest was over.
I was grateful because I didn’t want to be close to Christian. My condo in Nashville gave us no real time apart. I would forgive him within hours, and I couldn’t have that.
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A week had passed since the incident with Christian calling every day. He hadn’t missed a day of sending me money through Apple Pay or having food delivered. If I didn’t answer, he called Hunz to check in.
He wasn’t playin’ fair. His actions showed he still loved and cared for us. I turned him away, but he only left physically. Verbally, he was accounted for.
Hunz explained to me his reason of absence for those two days. Although I was a fuckin’ widow, I was finally free from a selfish bitch. Christian didn’t have to kill her, but I understood his reason behind it.
Protecting us was a promise he was upholding. I tried to fault him for what Galleria did to me, but I could only blame myself. I chose to run when I honestly didn’t have a reason to.
My emotions were unstable, and I acted off the first thing that came to mind. My trust for anyone other than Hunz, Belle, and recently Christian was shot. I done been lied to and spit on, so it wasn’t granted often.
I loved the fuck out of that man. I just couldn’t say if we were temporary or not. He made it like that for me. To go from “I’m not goin’ anywhere” to leaving me for days brought that on. His words were untrustworthy.
I walked into bestie’s man cave. We needed a serious one-on-one. The rawness that flowed through our conversations was what would prolly bring me to my senses. We called it chop sticks.
“Chop sticks, bestie, ASAP,” I said, as I sat on the opposite end of the couch and placed my feet in his lap.
“Are you ready for chop sticks? I won’t hold shit back.”
“I think that’s what I need best. There’s two topics. Christian and my father. Start with either or.”
“Christian is yo’ soul mate. That man loves the fuck out of his family, which includes yo’ stupid ass. He did what he did ‘cause a threat was opposed. As a man, he was fulfilling his duties to you and his child. If you want to fault that man for showin’ his love, then you don’t need to be with no-damn-body.”
I listened to everything he said, and he was right. Alexis wanted him dead along with our daughter. I wasn’t upset that he freed me. I was upset that he didn’t tell me.
“Bestie, he held shit back from me, which meant he didn’t trust me. Then he made sure to ignore my calls and texts. I told him to leave, and he’s called me every day since I made him do so. What sense does that make?”
“When I do my shit, I don’t call or answer Belle. At first, she acted just like you, but when she realized answering the phone almost got me killed, she backed off. Bestie, you got to let that man be a man. He don’t deserve the bullshit you givin’ him.”
We sat in silence for a while. I missed Christian, everything he did for me, how easy it was to smile with him around, and the comfortability he provided. It was time to loosen my grip.
“Alright, alright. Well, what do I do about Jourdell?”
“Shiiiiiddddd. Fuck that nigga!” he shouted.
That caused me to laugh. I knew he would say somethin’ of that nature. Hunz didn’t care for my father at all. That was one person he never forced on me to forgive, rekindle, or fix a damn thing with. It’d always been fuck him.
“Facts, bestie. But seriously, Christian thinks I should give him a chance.”
“That’s the godly side of him talkin’. Trust me when I say Hades screamin’ fuck that nigga too,” he said jokingly.
I saw a glimpse of Hades the night he put me out of his condo. I hadn’t had a chance to see the big bad threat everybody claimed he was.
“You are so aggy. I was being serious, best. Christian pointed out a few things, and I kind of want to see what Jourdell is on. He might do right by his granddaughter,” I said, rubbing my belly.
“Yoooooo! Number two, you havin’ a girl? That’s dope. Now you ain’t got no choice but to sit the fuck down.”
“Right. She prolly been talkin’ shit with us callin’ her a boy. Her damn daddy started it.”
“Does he know?”
