Chapter 18
Faheem Banks
Juni’s ass really tried a nigga like he was a bitch.
I don’t know what she thought was finna happen the other night, but I wasn’t the nigga she wanted to fuck with.
I hadn’t talked to her ass since. She wanted to throw a fit over nothing.
I made Juniper a fucking priority–her ass should have been happy with that shit.
Any other bitch in this world would be good with that, but not Juniper’s big headed heavy ass.
No, she wasn’t gonna rest until a nigga’s hands were covered in blood behind her ass.
I was cool on her ass for a couple of days.
Mixie called herself mad at me and canceled the funky ass pool party she planned like I gave a fuck.
I barely made it through that boring ass dinner she called herself putting together.
My mom was planning to throw me a pool party next month to celebrate my birthday since she and my dad left early from my dinner.
I ain’t gon’ fake, I didn’t care if Mixie was in her feelings when she gave me the greenlight to fuck with Juniper.
What she expected was beyond me. Mixie would get over it.
I hadn’t been to the condo in a few days.
I wasn’t fucking with Mixe or Juniper, so I’d been at my other house, my mind focused on making money and handling business.
I wasn’t really speaking to my dad. He was still on some other shit, but that didn’t mean our business dealings got put on hold.
He tried to talk to me a couple of times.
I ain’t hear shit he had to say. Eventually, he said he wasn’t finna kiss my ass, and we could talk when I was ready.
In my eyes, there wasn’t shit to say until he was ready to tell me the truth.
I figured I might as well swing by the condo to make sure Mixie and Juniper hadn’t killed each other.
Walking through the front door, I half-expected the house to be torn up; it wasn’t though.
Everything looked untouched and it was quiet as fuck.
I looked in every room seeing no movement.
Juniper’s room was empty, I figured she was probably at work.
I was gonna catch her ass when she got off.
We needed to get some shit straight between us.
Neither of us expected to fall in love, but we did, and now we had to deal with the shit.
Opening my bedroom door, I instantly got annoyed.
Mixie had a bunch of suitcases on the bed.
She came out of our closet with an arm full of clothes throwing them into the open suitcase.
She looked at me hatefully before stomping back into the closet.
I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with Mixie’s drama.
I wished I would have come a little later so I could have avoided all this extra shit.
“You don’t have anything to say? Not gonna try to stop me? You gon’ just look at me while I pack all my shit?” Mixie screamed, walking up on me, then throwing the pile of clothes she had in her hands at me.
Moving, I dodged most of the clothes. Sighing, I shrugged my shoulders. “Ion know what you want me to do, Mixie.”
“Fucking care about me, Faheem! That’s what I want. All you do is sit up under Juniper. I said you can deal with her but not forget about me!” Mixie yelled violently, poking her chest as tears fell down her face.
“Man,” I groaned, pulling Mixie into my chest, letting her cry.
A nigga wasn’t tryna hurt her, but I couldn’t help how I was feeling about Juniper. Seeing Mixie so distraught, I didn’t want to keep hurting her.
“As much as I don’t wanna say this… if you can’t deal with this situation, I’ll let you go. It’s a lot to deal with, and I don’t want to keep stomping all over your feelings. You know how I feel about you, Mixie. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“Wooow…” Mixie's voice cracked as she pulled herself from me. “I can’t believe it’s that easy for you to say fuck me.”
“That’s not what I’m saying. I just don’t want to see you hurt.”
“Then fix it!” she screamed, looking possessed.
“Ion know how.” I really didn’t know what she wanted a nigga to do. I might have been mad at Juniper, but cutting her off never ran across my mind.
“You do, you just don’t want to do what I need you to do,” Mixie sadly said.
“If a nigga ain’t doin’ or givin’ you what you need, leave me.
Ion plan on not fuckin’ with Juniper. I don’t want you suffering ‘cause a nigga on some selfish shit.” I was being honest with Mixie.
I didn’t want her to leave a nigga, but I wouldn’t stop her.
I would rather see her happy with someone else.
“I wish I would have before this,” she sarcastically said, throwing something at me. “Congrats, daddy-to-be.”
Looking down, I saw a pregnancy test in front of me. Picking it up, I turned it over and saw the two pink lines. Damn.
“When did you find out?” I asked, getting pissed thinking about her drinking at my dinner.
“A week ago. I had planned to tell you at our dinner, but you ruined that,” she smartly said.
“But you was drinkin’ knowin’ you carrying a nigga’s seed?” I asked, ready to cuss her ass out.
“I can have a glass of red wine.” She rolled her eyes at me, plopping down on the bed.
“Can you? How far along are you?”
“I can.” Mixie smacked her lips dramatically. “I’ll be four months next week, and I got another doctor's appointment next week too. I hope you're happy.”
“I am. I’ma be there, and we gon’ figure out how to make this situation work.”
She smacked her lips faking like she was annoyed. “You might as well say we a fucking throuple. I don’t care for it, but I don’t have a choice. I gotta deal with you being with Juniper.”
“You don’t gotta deal with shit you don’t want to. I’ma always make sure you and my seed straight.”
“Why you keep tryna get rid of me? Damn, act like you love me,” Mixie angrily said.
“I ain’t tryna do shit. Just makin’ sure you good with everything.”
“As long as you make us…” She rubbed her flat belly. “...a priority. I want you to spend more time with me too. I miss you,” Mixie cooed, smiling at me softly.
“I got you, baby mama.” I winked at her.
“You about to chill with us for a little?” I could see now Mixie was about to milk her being pregnant.
“I can,” I said, kicking my shoes off then walking over to Mixie, kissing her lips.
I had no clue how this shit was finna play out, but whatever happened, I was finna be somebody’s daddy.
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11 P.M. That Night
Inhaling then exhaling the blunt I was smoking, I sat on my couch in the living room in complete darkness.
Mixie’s ass had fallen asleep a while ago.
We kicked it, something we hadn’t done in a long time.
Without the audience, I was able to enjoy my time with Mixie.
When it was just us, she was a whole different broad.
She was chill and easy to get along with.
I got to see the bitch I met all those years ago.
Seeing her smiling and glowing when she talked about the baby really helped me see the real Mixie again.
A nigga didn’t even realize how much the first miscarriage fucked with her mental until she broke that shit down to me.
When Mixie first told me she was carrying my seed, the first thing that came to mind was Juniper.
I ain’t gon’ lie, I fet guilty as fuck because Juniper shouldn’t have even have came to mind, but she did.
I wasn’t prepared to deal with the blow out with her.
We already weren’t on good terms, this shit was only gonna make shit worse.
I had to force myself to not think about Juniper and focus on Mixie and my seed.
A nigga was happy as fuck though. Kids weren’t something I thought about on the daily, but I did want them at some point.
Knowing Mixie was carrying my seed made my night.
I prayed this shit went better than the last time, though.
I ain’t think I had it in me to go through getting my hopes up.
I was gonna be optimistic about the shit.
“Why do you keep calling me?” Frankee groaned into the phone.
“Is it a problem that I call my sister?”
“Yes, nigga, it is when we both know you ain’t calling’ cause you wanna check on me.”
“Mannn, you been actin’ hella funny since you started kickin’ it with Juniper.” I called Frankee’s ass out. She was my mutha fuckin’ sister, not Juniper’s big headed ass. Her loyalty shoulda been with me.
“Here you go.” Frankee smacked her lips. “Since we talkin’ about acting funny. Nigga, you checking me over ho's now?”
I wasn’t shocked that Frankee’s ass felt some type of way about me checking her over Mixie at my birthday dinner. I got she didn’t fuck with Mixie, but all that hostile shit was unnecessary. If Mixie wasn’t coming at her crazy, then there was no reason for her to be popping off.
“Be easy. I know Mixie ain’t yo favorite person, but she wasn’t on no rah-rah type shit. You know you my heart forreal. Ain’t nobody coming between that.” Frankee’s spoiled ass acted like a brat when she felt like she wasn’t a priority in my life.
“And you should know the same goes for my big brother.”
I thought about telling Frankee about Mixie being pregnant, but I knew better; my sister couldn’t hold water, and my mama would have a nigga’s neck for not telling her first.
“Where Juniper at then?” I asked for the millionth time.