Chapter 11 #2
When I wrapped my arms around Mona’s waist, she slapped her hands around Ms. Dorothy’s neck.
With ease, Mona lifted the bitch. As I pretended to pull her from the messy woman, Mona evenly breathed.
“This soggy ass dick when soft … that’s on my ass …
belongs to me. Make this yo’ last time playin’ wit’ me, dried up hoe.
You gon’ see me sittin’ on yo’ fuckin’ bed, shovin’ yo’ toenails down yo’ throat.
I’m a pain freak. It won’t be shit fo’ me to dig in my bones to pull out the screws an’ pins in my leg to pierce yo’ tongue.
Look at him again. Wave at him again. Call his phone again.
You’ll see me one final time befo’ I lights out yo’ ass, old dried up, bitch. Have an amazin’ day an’ recovery.”
“You prolonged on purpose to pull her away! I told your ass to get her away from the dick-buying bitch! I’m finna beat yo’ ass!
” Momma Thea bellowed, causing us to look in her direction.
She was running with the buggy. Azaria had a ball rocking her head and waving her hands in the air.
She had no idea that I was about to get my ass beat if I didn’t get out of the most hype and athletic woman’s presence.
“Run to the truck. I’ll meet you there,” Mona rushed to say without moving her lips.
I kissed her neck before jetting toward the end of the aisle that Ms. Dorothy and Syrah walked onto.
“When I catch your chocolate ass, I’m going to welt your legs and back up!” Momma Thea hollered as I dug into my pocket for my phone.
“Shid, you gotta catch me first, guh!” I laughed, chucking the deuces and calling her last son to check on the latest shit she could do to catch me.
Darting through the infant clothing section, his line trilled.
“Answer the damn phone, man,” I hissed, looking behind me.
Momma Thea was six feet behind me. Like a true runner, Mona ran down the polished floor. Azaria squealed, thinking it was playtime. I laughed as a twerking song blasted in Thiago’s background.
Jumping over a bench with folded pants, I heavily breathed. “Can you hear me?”
“Yep.” He exhaled calmly.
What’s wrong wit’ him? I thought, asking, “Any new tricks Momma Thea got up her sleeves to catch a nigga?”
“Nope.”
“Bet.”
“Which one of y’all in trouble?” he asked as Mona zoomed by me as I jumped over another bench of folded clothes.
“Me,” I answered, seeing the finish line.
“What you do?”
“Let Mona beat Syrah an’ Ms. Dorothy’s asses,” I admitted, looking over my shoulder once more. Momma Thea stopped running. Her hands were on her hips as she panted.
“I’mma get yo’ ass when you least expect it!” Momma Thea hollered ragged.
“Thanks fo’ the heads up! It was nice gettin’ my run on! Be careful! I love you, guh!” I smiled, slowing my strides and chucking the deuces.
“I love you too! Be safe and don’t pull that mess again! Next time, let her shoot whomever. After all, she’s pregnant and being harassed! With that being said, you know what she needs to do,” Momma Thea spoke loudly as I neared the doors.
“Yes, ma’am!” I yelled as Thiago moaned.
“Nih, bitch, you know you wrong,” I hissed, close to slamming my thumb on the end choice.
“Hoe, it’s my ‘me’ time. My wife massagin’ the fuck outta these stomp-a-nigga-out feets,” he said, causing me to look oddly.
“Come again?”
“You ain’t deaf, nigga. My mind an’ y’all be runnin’ me ragged. I’m in self-care mode. I suppose to do it every day, but I’on like that shit. So, I’m in self-care mode fo’ times a month. We’on be outside when I have to take my hyper medicine,” he said seriously, shocking me.
“Thiago?” I called lowly.
“What?” he said, sounding like Kingdon—calm and composed.
“You fo’ real??”
“Yep.”
“Fo’ how long?”
“Shid, since five.”
“Bruh, you been on meds an’ ain’t said shit. Why?” I whispered, stepping into the sunny, hot atmosphere.
“The less people know ‘bout yo’ shortcomin’s, the less you likely to get got. I trust, you gon’ keep yo’ mouf shut from the twins an’ y’all’s significant others, correct?”
“Of course. Yo’ business to tell, just as it’s Mona’s business to spill that she’s receivin’ readin’ help from y’all an’ us. Correct?” I asked, knowing the answer.
His response was to end the call. I laughed, shoved my phone into the holster, and jogged to my woman’s truck. When I arrived, staring at my smiling woman, she asked, “I swear y’all are so childish. I love it.”
“You better.” I chuckled, removing the spare truck key from my pocket.
Closing the back passenger door, Mona looked at me and said, “We’ve been in three stores and haven’t bought anything.
I had a buggy full of shit that I would’ve liked to have in this truck.
Since your ass didn’t listen to Momma Thea, we have to visit another store.
I need all of August Junior’s college things bought before we buy the last-minute things for our wedding. So, head to Walmart.”
“A’ight.” I nodded as she turned around, making me look at her backside.
Lovingly, I said, “I miss you, Mona.”
Still walking, she looked at me over her shoulder, clapped her ass, and cooed, “Then, pull me out of the doghouse. This pregnant pussy is lonely.”
Dick stiffening, I groaned, “I’mma think ‘bout it.”
“Well, better think hard while we are shopping,” she replied, facing forward and walking around the back of her truck.
Chuckling, I jogged to the front of her vehicle. I didn’t give a damn how far she was in the doghouse; she would never open a door to anything unless we were at home.
“Oooou, he’s so handsome, racing to open the door for me,” Mona cooed, batting her eyelids slowly.
“I’m handsome, period, guh.” I smiled, standing before the door and reaching for the handle.
“Yeah, you are,” she said sweetly, sliding up to me.
Resting her hands on my chest, she gazed up at me.
Sincerely, she admitted, “I had a weak moment, August. All I saw and felt was pain. I will admit … I should’ve been a grown-up and thought of the twins, but I knew I would protect our womb.
I would’ve hit the door frame the same way Thiago did.
I knew the weak spot. I have a grill on Big Juicy for a reason.
I’m known for ramming into folks’ shit. I’ve bumped a nigga who had much to say during the time King and Min were dating.
I’m not new to tearing up shit with my truck.
I prefer booting a motherfucka than shooting them.
They will feel that fear of dying by being booted like a poot. ”
Slithering my hand around her neck, I smiled. “You throwed the fuck off, guh, an’ I love it. I forgive you fo’ that moment of weakness. Don’t do that shit again, or I’mma cut yo’ ass off at the knees. Do I make myself clear?”
Eyes becoming teary, she nodded. “I do. I can’t afford to lose you or our children. I draw my strength from the three of you. I haven’t heard the twins’ heartbeats yet, so I can’t draw power from them.”
“I’mma hold onto that. Nih, get in the truck. We gotta handle this shoppin’ shit. Then, it’s schoolin’ time wit’ Thiago. Tonight’s gon’ be real special fo’ y’all,” I admitted as she would get a glimpse of the nigga not all over the place.
Sliding into the truck, she cheesed. “How so?”
“You gon’ see,” I replied as Azaria clapped and hollered my name.
Getting her Momma situated in the seat, I cocked my eyes and said, “Azariaaaaaa!”
“Luh you!” She grinned, showing the gap that I wouldn’t dare close with braces. Her mouth was identical to her mother’s.
“I luh you, guhhhh!” I hooted as butterflies floated in my stomach and heart while I secured the seatbelt over Mona’s body.
“The perfect man and father,” Mona cooed as I leaned in to sneak a kiss. I had been acting stank with my lips. It was part of her punishment.
Skating my knuckles across her stomach, I lovingly said, “The perfect woman an’ an okay mother. I deducted som’ points from yo’ ass.”
Rolling her eyes, Mona giggled. “I’m so sick of you and Oliver with that point shit. Close the door. Let’s get our show back on the road. I know Thiago will have me laughing hard and pooting a lot.”
“Maybe not,” I told her before closing the door.
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Walking into our house, I tried my best not to get ignorant and more in tune with Tear the Club Up Thugs & Three 6 Mafia’s “Slob on My Knob”. Mona slid by me, rocked her head hard, and rapped as if we didn’t have a two-year-old daughter.
Azaria was behind her Momma’s left leg, doing the beat-it-up dance like her brother. My little shawty rolled her neck less hard than her grandmother, who was on the sofa, eating skins and on point with saying the chorus.
Closing the door with my foot, I set the bags down and clamped my lips tight.
Strolling past the hype people who made me sick because I couldn’t show my ass due to being a girl-dad, I had the breaker box in mind.
A house announcement had to be made. Momma and August Junior had crossed a line, and I had to set them straight.
When I entered the master bedroom and eyed the closet door, I hissed, “Ugly asses in their havin’ a fuckin’ ball wit’ that explicit ass song blastin’ in my guh’s ear. She’on need to hear allathat.”
Skating into the closet, I rushed to open the door of the fuse box. I could’ve shut off the second main living room breaker. Yet, they needed to know how fucked up they had me. I shut the whole damn house down.
“Wowwwwww!” Mona and August Junior hollered, stunned.
The littlest voice in the house screamed ‘wow’, making me smile.
“August Junior, what happened, honey?” Momma asked as I walked out of the closet.
“I shut the house down! Don’t a soul move! August Junior, why that explicit song was blastin’ like that?” I hollered, stomping out of the master bedroom, salty as fuck that I couldn’t thrust my nuts out of my drawls.
“Grandma said she wanted to hear it,” he answered as I stopped walking and closed my eyes.
“Why you wanted to hear that song, Momma?” I spoke through clenched teeth.
“I love the song.” She giggled.
“Mm,” I hissed, opening my eyes and walking off.