I shook my head and said, “He still calls her a boy.”
“If I invite him ova to grub, you’ll talk to him and fix this shit, right? Y’all are made for each other, best. I’ve never seen love like yours. It ain’t fuckin’ with my and Belle shit, but yeah.”
“Whatever, black ass. I’ll talk to him. I miss him anyway. Can you ask him to bring dinner? Give my baby a break to relax.”
I was granted a head nod and then more silence. He grabbed his phone, and I assumed he was hittin’ his boy up. My body had been through a lot, and the only thing I had wanted to do was curl up under Christian and let his heartbeat sooth me.
Mortal Kombatoccupied our time while we waited for my baby daddy to arrive with the food. I was nervous but more so apologetic than anything. I owed him more respect than I gave.
If the shoe was on the other foot, I would’ve expected him to understand. I still hadn’t explained to him why I was even at my old residence in the first place. My childish ways had to be checked.
Owning up to my wrongs came with being an adult. I didn’t want to be handled like a child, so it was on me to present myself maturely.
“Kung Lao, you betta show ’em why you one of the realest niggas to do it nie!” I screamed at the television.
I was in a relaxed state. Being around people I loved and the genuineness that surrounded them was what I needed. Quality time with Hunz was always an outlet of mine. All that slowed down when things went downhill between Alexis and me.
She changed a lot of routines for me. I was looking at life through rose-colored glasses, not seeing reality for what it was. I could’ve easily picked up on the bullshit she was doin’ if I wasn’t blinded.
What she did in the dark came to light quickly. Granted, I gave her three good years of my life. I didn’t feel like it was a waste. I learned what love wasn’t.
Him!The second he entered the room, my soul damn near leaped out of my body. Not only that, but our daughter also started to go crazy. He was home, and my whole being knew it.
Nervousness settled in as that magnetic pull we had pulled him closer to me. With each step he took, my heart skipped several beats. My back was to him, but the warmth his body possessed was felt.
He either kneeled or bent down to whisper in my ear, “I love you, and that won’t stop.”
Tears fell on impact. “I love you too.”
“I’m goin’ to check on my wife. Don’t fuck on my couch please. It’s a bed right the fuck there,” Hunz said and pointed to his guest room to the right.
That caused me to laugh and shake my head. He was dead ass serious about using that bed too. He knew damn well we wouldn’t disrespect him like that.
Hunz left us in his man cave to talk. I was emotional as fuck at that point. I wanted to apologize, explain, and love on him all in one notion. Arguing wasn’t in my plans that evening.
I got up and rounded the couch. Throwing my arms around his neck, I stood on my tiptoes and nuzzled my face in the crook of it. I missed the way he smelled and how good his body felt against mine.
Gills
Inever felt at home the way I did whenever mama was around me. As long as she was in my presence, I was good. I didn’t know what I did for her personally, but she settled my mind, body, and soul. She had power over me that I wouldn’t dare deny.
Those two days I took away from her resulted in her taking a week away from me. I missed laying up with my woman and bonding with my son. That was quality time I appreciated.
Killing Alexis was a deed for us both. No more nonsense could come from her. Journei was able to live unchained and guilt free. She didn’t owe loyalty to anyone, not even me. She was free to do whatever she wanted.
I had a few of the crew members drop her wife’s body off at a morgue, making sure Alexis had her license on her. Her body didn’t need to be classified as a Jane Doe.
Mama should’ve received a call to go and identify the body by then. Hunz hadn’t mentioned her having to do so yet. I had made a mental note to ask her before I laid eyes on her that evening.
I picked her up so that we were face-to-face. Admiring her beauty had been on pause for a limited time. My time to be in awe was given again.
“I fucked up. I’m sorry, baby,” she cried.
She knew her tears were one of my weaknesses. I couldn’t handle her being sad about anything regarding us. Whether it was her fault or mine, I didn’t like it.
“Stop crying, mama. I messed up by leaving when I could’ve told you what my plans were.”
She tapped my shoulder for me to let her down. I placed her on her feet, and she took my hand for me to follow. She walked us around to the front of the couch, then gestured for me to sit, so she could occupy my lap.
