Ch. 15 - a few hrs before #3
“Okay, so I’m going to take him so they can run all his tests. We’ll be back,” Nesh interjected. I placed him in her arms, and they left quickly and quietly with my parents still not budging.
“Yo’ daughter kept a child without my permission.
Mind you, she called the cops on me after she sat on my dick and swallowed nut by the liter.
I really don’t give a fuck what you sit back and do, OG.
I do know that wherever she go from now on a nigga on her ass.
Hate it or love it another fuckin’ Atkins on top,” Black boasted.
I was fresh from pushing his son out and already had thoughts of giving him another one.
I disliked the way he spoke to my father but on the same token, I loved that he defended his place in my life.
We hadn’t held that conversation about where we’d go from here, but it was clear his decision was made.
“Cheyonne, don’t let him speak to your father like that. That’s beyond disrespectful. Obasi is still your father no matter what you’re feeling right now,” my mother added. She was her husband’s shadow and backbone. Whatever he felt, so did she.
“Mama, you and Dad just need to calm down. Y’all were fine before he got here and now y’all are hostile and rude for no reason. Show respect and you’ll get it. You know how I am because you raised me that way. At the end of the day, I want him here,” I confessed.
“He hurt you, baby girl, and you’re defending him? I did not raise a weak woman. He shouldn’t be here,” my father argued.
“I’m far from weak, Dad. However, this is the weakest state you’ll ever see me in.
I need time to recover, and you need time to adjust to Malachi’s father.
Thank you for always showing up for me, but you can go home and rest. I’ll come over as soon as my body allows it.
” I was done fussing and fighting with everyone.
They both deserved to be here and enjoy our new addition but having them so close would cause greater chaos. I just wanted peace right now.
“Che-Che, this is wrong,” my mother commented.
“Yeah, so is a lot of other things that’s happened in my life. I’ll call you, Mama.” I was exhausted as fuck and this conversation was done.
They glared at me and Black before taking their leave.
I didn’t look over to see what Black was feeling or anything while me and my parent’s played tennis about him.
I was sure he was just taking it all in and measuring how much I really cared.
I still felt regret but him seeing our son’s birth filled me with so much happiness.
Once the room consisted of only us, it took him a minute to smile but one crept upon his face. All thirty-two of his pearly whites were on display. It made me happy to see him happy, especially after being the one to deprive him of happiness for damn near a year.
“You ain’t have to do yo’ pops like that, Brat. He ran his mouth a lil’ too much for my liking, but he ain’t deserve all that. You were so disrespectful but so polite with it. My fuckin’ dick hard!” he said reaching inside his pants to adjust himself.
Memories of that night flashed repeatedly.
I knew all about how hard he could get and how good he felt.
He was blessed and highly favored in that department, and he knew it.
Long, thick, veiny, and it tasted so fuckin’ good.
I couldn’t help but regret putting him away for so long.
There was no telling how often he could’ve pinned me down and made a home in me.
The door opening snapped me back to reality.
Nesh walked back in with Malachi and many guests behind her.
I couldn’t contain my excitement seeing Royce and his family.
I had a huge soft spot in my heart for his kids.
Klarity should’ve been home with her newborn but instead she was here to show support.
Nesh handed off Malachi to Black then went on about her way to her recliner.
“What it do, Brat? I see y’all both safe and healthy. That was all a nigga wanted,” he said ushering his family to the other side of the room.
“Aye nigga, what the fuck you just call her?” Black questioned. He was perplexed much like I was when I first heard it from Royce.
“What? Brat? That’s my lil’ nickname for her. Don’t she look like one of them lil’ dolls from back in the day?” he asked.
“Why the fuck do I keep feeling like I’m looking in a fuckin’ mirror every time you around, bruh? I call her that shit, too,” Black chimed shaking his head.
“Word? They say them apples don’t fall too far from each other.
Come meet my wife and kids. I mean, you might as well.
I ain’t gon’ ever let yo’ lil’ a-s-s be from now on.
I love my family way too much to play like I don’t give a f-u-c-k.
” Royce had briefed me on his family history, and I had to give it to him for trying to be the glue for everybody.
His grandmother had passed, and she let a few secrets fly in her will. Black’s name was mentioned but that was all Royce revealed. He wanted to find him and take care of him, but I sent him to jail before he could. I was hoping he still had that mentality now that Black was out and in his face.
Black looked over at me, and I nodded giving him the go ahead. I just gave birth and needed time to bond with my son anyway. He was placed back in my arms before his father took off. Black walked over going straight for baby Essence first. I figured he would. That little girl was too damn surreal.
“Why the hell you keep spelling out certain words? Just speak nigga,” Black commented.
“You gon’ watch yo’ mouth around mine. Essence starting to talk and CJ not ‘bout to go to school on that. If you can’t spell it, don’t say it,” Royce chastised him.
Nodding, Black answered with, “That’s a bet. My fault. What’s they name though?” he inquired.
I went to speak, but Royce had it covered. “This my wife, Klarity, my son CJ, that’s Essence in your arms, and that’s Porsche in the car seat.”
“Why she the only one named after us? What happened with them two?” Black was being nosy now.
“That little one you’re holding, and CJ are from someone else but that doesn’t stop them from being an Atkins. Royce did what was necessary to him to make them his. They don’t know anyone but him, especially her spoiled behind,” Klarity explained making Essence seem like the ultimate daddy’s girl.
Really? Damn, how didn’t I know that?
“Aye Brat, why you name my son Malachi?” Black inquired. I was put on the spot after literally just piecing together their names.
“I assumed you was named after the Bible, so I went with that. I had no idea it was from luxury cars until now. It literally just clicked.”
“You and that fu… You and all that assuming mess. Change his name, Brat.” He threw out demands as well as corrected his vocabulary like Royce ordered.
“I can’t. He got a lot of stuff customized and Malachi is all over it including his nursery,” I said with my words getting softer and lower as I spoke in embarrassment.
“I’ll cover the damages sis and have everything change by the time you get up out of here. Change it for his lil’ a-s-s. It’s his first child and son. Let him have control,” Royce chimed.
“Okay, but to what?” I folded so quick for them it wasn’t even funny. I’d grown to love the name Malachi for him. It saddened me a tad.
“Maaz short for Maserati or Aston is cool. It’s up to you Brat, but Malachi got to go,” he complained.
“I like Maaz. His full name would be Maserati Afor Atkins. It has a ring,” I said smiling down at him.
“I like that, too, bestie. I think you should change it now that you know the origin of their names. I was a little curious myself but this luxury car sh… stuff is dope,” Nesh added. She’d been her own little world but spoke up on her godson’s name.
“Yeaaahhhh,” Royce roared. “That got a heck of a ring to it. I’m proud of y’all. I ain’t think it would go like this. I just knew I would have to whoop yo’ a-s-s, but you came with some sense,” Royce teased.
“I ain’t never hate you nigga, I just didn’t care for you. Senior though… yeah, he can suck my di… kiss my a-s-s.” Black caught on fast to keeping everything he said rated PG.
If Black and Royce got along, that would be great.
Royce really did care a lot about his family and did what he could to support them.
Once he knew I was carrying an Atkins, his tempo changed immediately for me.
I was sure once he learned of Black, all he wanted to do was bond with him.
Despite him being so mean, he was really loving and took his provider role very serious.
“I feel you. Brat let me check out the latest Atkins before My Baby be ready to roll out.” Royce was on his feet heading to the sink to wash his hands. He was a pro at this by now.
He scooped his nephew up and carried him over to where Klarity was seated so she could too see the baby.
All I could do was smile and embrace the family that didn’t let me run.
Royce was a boss ass nigga, and it showed with every move he made.
Everyone around him tended to fall in line and move with good intentions.
He was such a warm person once he let you in.
I hope Black genuinely welcomed him in his life. He could use that big brother love.
The sound of Maaz’s loud cries coming through the baby monitor had me jumping up out my sleep ready to run to him. However, I was caught by Black’s arm and pulled back down to the bed. Exhaustion had hit me so hard, I hadn’t quote got used to him being here and two weeks had come and gone already.
“Man, lay yo’ ass back down. I got him.” There wasn’t an ounce of rasp in his voice. It was like he’d been up this entire time.
Looking over at the clock, I noticed it said 6:23 am. “Why are you up right now?” I questioned him.
“I been up since four handling business. Let me get him changed and shit, then I’ll bring him in here to eat. You leaking,” he said pointing to my chest.