Why Big G?
“I don’t understandwhy he has to be here for Christmas morning with us. Shouldn’t he be at Croy and Fiona’s house with them since his big brother married their damn daughter? I am not pleased, and when I am not pleased, neither is the Big G.”
I was over the entire holiday. Ruth announcing that Travis would be at our Christmas breakfast vexed me to another level. That lil nigglet grabbed ahold of Maggie’s interest at Croya and Trevor’s wedding, and now he was just around like a gnat. That wedding was well over a damn year ago. Maggie was on her way to high school in August.High school!Time had flown by.
Ruth rolled her eyes from her seat at her craft table in their bedroom. “Mega, I’m not sure if you remember, but we are hosting the breakfast for everyone this year. Croy and Fiona along with their children and grandbaby, Gracie, will be there too. I do think you were in the house when all us women and Samuel were discussing the menu with the resort.”
Ruth continued to work on her mask for her next book review. She was excited about the mask and the impending review because it would be a chance to showcase her new lip color, Mega’s Temptress, from Makeover Coach Cosmetics. It was the sexiest lipstick that I think she’d ever worn.
When the company sent over different shades for her to select one that would be just for her, she tried on a bunch of them for me. The seductive, red shade that became Mega’s Temptress was the only one that invoked me to bend her over and give her the business. I didn’t just give her this blessed rod, but I gave it to her bent over in front of a mirror so that I could keep my eyes on her lips while she wore the lipstick. Mega’s Temptress was the perfect name for the shade because I lost all common sense when she had it on.Wait!I just noticed she had it on now.
I swung my feet over the side of the bed to put them on the floor. “So, you think you’re slick, Ruth? I see what you’re doing, but I’m going to ignore it. First, y’all women being over here discussing food with Samuel means nothing. That’s all that nigga talks about is food, my mama, and my sisters. How was I supposed to know that y’all were planning the menu for the Christmas breakfast that you invited the boy who wants to deflower my daughter to.”
Ruth’s hand stopped in midair with that stick thing that she used to bedazzle stuff with. When her eyes connected with mine, I felt the curse words in them.Stay near the cross, Ruth.“Did you just fuckin’ say deflower? I know that’s not what youjust said out loud.” When I told her to stay near the cross, she pointed to the corner. “The cross ain’t go anywhere.
“Mega, last Christmas we discussed opening up our family breakfast to everyone and making it a big thing. Why do you think we are all going to that log cabin resort for the holiday? It was supposed to be here originally, but you continued to invite people,” she said.
My nose turned up. “First, I didn’t invite anyone. I told Croy that he should invite Erygon and Love. Hell, y’all seem to be cool with her, so why not? Plus, I figured she could make them cinnamon rolls for us. Samuel’s burly back can’t make those. Don’t blame me for all the added children either.”
I told her not to invite Draco and Tana’s double twins asses, but no!Tana is my girl!I love my dude Draco. He had done wonders for me and Ruth when it came to our marriage. We both still attended joint and individual sessions with him. Now we were on a once a quarter joint session and twice a quarter individual session schedule.
“Mega, leave me alone. Who is coming is who is coming. You’re talking about added kids like you’re the nanny or something. All of them have their own parents or nannies. The only children you have to be concerned with are Matthew, Joseph, and Maggie.” Ruth’s voice was stern. She thought she scared somebody.
I stood up from my seat in the bed. “You forgot a child, Travis. Since y’all are letting that sliding into home base nigga come. You see what happened with that gyrating nigga. Gyrated himself into taking Croya’s last damn name. Now you want his brother to slide slick into our daughter’s life.”
“You really don’t have to be so dramatic, Mega. He’s going to be with his brother, and there will be plenty of adults around. Stop being so damn annoying.” Ruth sounded like she was really annoyed with me.I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I stood to walk over to her craft table and stood behind her. My body leaned forward, arms wrapped around her waist, and lips kissed her neck. “Am I annoying you, Ruth Lindsay?”
The vibration of her low moan could be felt in her neck. That spot on her neck right behind her ear was a downfall for her closed legs. Always had been. “Move, Mega. I’m trying to finish this mask for my upcoming review.”
One of my hands left her waist to travel to her neck. I gripped it with just enough tightness until I heard that hiss that made my dick hard.There it goes.My lips went to her ear. “What you trying to do, Ruth?”
When my other hand slipped down her front, under her apron into her lil shorts to play with her clit, she squirmed in her seat, and her head fell back. The years had allowed me to find her spot, and I believe we created new ones. She moaned after I repeated my question. “I’m trying to get some dick from my husband.”
I moved my finger just the way that she liked it until I got her to that special place, then I pulled my hand back. With my lips still near her ear, I whispered, “And I don’t want that lil nigga spending Christmas with my daughter. See how we both can’t get what we want.”
Her gasp filled the room before she spun around to glare at me. “Nigga, I will bedazzle your chest in your sleep. Don’t play with me, Megatron!”
Damn!
Still on My Last Damn Nerves
Dear God!
Why after all these years is this man still on my nerves? Every time I think all of my nerves are gone because your special son, Megatron, has ridden them out, you seem to regenerate new ones for me. God, I’m telling you that you don’t have to anymore. I figure that if I don’t have nerves, then Mega and his offsprings can’t get on them. I want no nerves, Lord.
The years had not changed how overly dramatic my husband was, especially when it came to his children. Our baby girl had a hard road ahead of her because of her daddy, uncles, boy cousins, and brothers. Maggie was a trooper, though, and so washer little friend Travis. To Mega’s discontent, Travis was holding on like a vice grip and I secretly loved it.
Did I think that Maggie and Travis would be together forever? Of course not! They were fourteen years old. I did think that they would remain friends since they more than likely would always be in each other’s lives because of their connection to Croya and Trevor. They were so cute together, and I wanted them together. I would never say that in front of Mega, because he would swear it was an encouragement of teenage pregnancy.
Here I was minding my business while I created my new mask, and Mega was here sexually bothering me. I told him months ago that Travis would be there. There were so many people that we rented out half of the resort. Anytime you had a Washington, Christianson, or Smith included in your plans, it was guaranteed that the event would be upgraded in some way because of who they were and how heavy their pockets were. Don’t get me wrong; the Manfields were quiet millionaires. That didn’t compare to those family billions.I’m friends with billionaires!
“And I don’t want that lil nigga spending Christmas with my daughter. See how we both can’t get what we want.” My body stiffened from the withdrawal of Mega’s hand from my happy place and his words.
I felt my gasp in my chest before I spun around and gave him a death stare. “Nigga, I will bedazzle your chest in your sleep. Don’t play with me, Megatron!”
His eyes widened because he knew that I was serious. His eyes shot to the jewels and things that were spread across the top of my desk. He knew that I was trained to bedazzle by one of the best, Shandeli Summerson. My bestie would bedazzle anything if you let her.
