Chapter 22
Faheem Banks
The Next Day
You hungry?” I asked, looking over at Juniper’s pretty ass. She was sitting in the passenger seat of my Jaguar glowing. We’d ended up staying the night at the mansion my parents rented.
Ion know if it was the dick that had her glowing or what, but she looked good as fuck right now.
If it wasn’t for the fact that we’d been fucking all night long, I woulda pulled this bitch over and put this dick in her.
Juniper had a nigga’s mind gone, I didn’t want that shit back either.
I was coming to the realization that I couldn’t lose her, and the loyalty I felt towards Mixie wasn’t enough anymore.
I had love for Mixie. She was always gonna have a place in my heart, but Juniper was where I wanted to be.
As fucked up as it was, I saw my future with Juniper.
No matter how hard I tried to fight it, I couldn't no more. The shit was a losing battle any fucking way. Juniper imprinted herself on my soul. What I felt for her was deeper than I ever felt for any other broad I’d dealt with.
The deeper my feelings grew for Juniper, the more I started sitting back and thinking shit over.
For years I let myself stay with Mixie because she stayed with me no matter what.
Confusing that attachment with love. Forreal, I don’t think Mixie really fucked with me like that either, or she was so self absorbed that she didn’t know shit about me but my dick size.
I didn’t have to try much with Mixie either.
As long as my money stayed rolling in, she was straight.
I ain’t gonna front like dealing with a broad that went along with whatever I said made my life easy.
Nagging and all that other shit niggas had to deal with, I didn’,t and that worked out for my benefit.
I won’t say I didn’t care about her because I did, it just wasn’t no in love type shit.
When she took that charge for a nigga, it cemented her place in my life.
I thought I owed it to Mixie to be with her when I shouldn’t have let that be the driving factor behind us being together.
If I never met Juniper, I don’t think I would have understood the difference, but now that I did, I wasn’t finna ignore it.
The only issues I had to deal with was telling Juniper about Mixie’s pregnancy.
I was happy my seed was going to be born into this world.
At the same time, I didn’t want to lose Juniper ‘cause of that. I ain’t never been scared of shit, but losing Juniper for good had a nigga shook.
I wan’t finna not tell her ‘cause I wasn’t a bitch made nigga.
I just had to figure out the right time to tell Juniper so she wouldn’t be in her feelings.
I was really on some scary shit. When it came to Juniper, she had my heart, and I had to handle this shit delicately.
“I am kind of hungry,” Juniper said, rubbing her flat stomach.
“We finna pass a Floppy’s.” I loved Floppy’s, it was a mom and pops breakfast restaurant. They had the best damn hash browns in Beauville.
”We can go there.” Juniper scrunched her face up, like she was disgusted.
“I know you not too bougie to eat at Floppy’s?” I side eyed Juniper. Her ass liked to eat too much to be picky.
Smacking her lips, she rolled her eyes at me. “Never, I always eat hella food when I go there and be on the toilet all day.”
“See, nah, we not going there. You not finna be blowing the condo up. Pick somewhere else,” I said with a frown of disgust at the thought of Juniper shitting up the house.
“Scary ass nigga. You know I shit too.” She giggled at my sour expression.
“Not my Juni, she don’t do no unladylike like shit like that,” I said that shit with my chest because I didn’t wanna picture Juniper’s fine ass shitting. Hell nah,I refused to believe stanky ass shit came outta my Juni.
”Boy, you just be saying anything outta yo mouth, huh?” She had a giant smile on her face as her head shook in disbelief.
”Nah, I mean everything that comes outta my mouth. A nigga don’t say what he don’t mean.”
Juniper looked over at me like I was telling a lie. “Alright, I guess we finna keep working on a baby then. Ain’t that what you was begging me for all night?” Her eyebrow rose up like she’d pulled a nigga’s ho' card.
But like I said, I meant everything I said.
It wasn’t the best time to be tryna get Juni pregnant.
At the same time, she was my wife. If anyone should be carrying my seed, it was her.
It might have been a little fucked up ‘cause a part of me wanted Juni to give me a baby so we’d always have an attachment to each other.
In my head, it made sense. Juni might have been pissed for a while.
She wouldn’t leave a nigga while she was carrying my seed.
On the flip side, I really did see myself having a family with Juniper.
When I thought about my future, it was Juniper’s face I saw in every version.
I wanted all my daughters to take after Juniper, and my son to protect her with their lives.
My life wouldn’t be complete without her being in it.
“How you know you ain’t pregnant right now?” I asked her as I pulled into the parking lot of Floppy’s.
“ ‘Cause I’m not, and you can’t get a baby from me. Not while you still messing with that girl. No, thank you.”
”So, if I wasn’t dealin’ with Mixie, you’ll give me a baby?”
“Maybe, if you act right, I might give you a few babies.” Juniper smirked, winking at me.
I smiled knowing she wanted to have my seed. All the other shit was minor as long as she was willing. That was music to my ears.
”If we have a baby, I wanna name him or her Forrest. I think that name is dope,” Juniper gushed bashfully, looking at me.
“Forrest? ‘Cause you like nature and shit?” I smirked at her.
”Uhn-huh, and it goes with our last name. Forrest Banks, get it?” Juni winked at me, and I had to stop myself from blushing. Real niggas don’t blush.
“I can fuck with it.”
”Like you had a choice.”
”I love you, Juni.”
“I lo—” Juniper stopped talking and leaned forward looking out the front window. “Ain’t that my daddy and yours?” She pointed out the window to a group of three niggas.
Sure enough, Big Frank, Clive, and another young nigga were coming out the doors of Floppy’s.
See, I knew my dad was on some other shit.
Big Frank didn’t fool with new niggas. Seeing him Clive and some young nigga, that didn’t sit right.
My gut was telling me some foul shit was going on.
And Big Frank hated Floppy’s, so I knew he didn’t come here to eat with them niggas.
”Should we go say something to them?” Juniper asked, peering out the window curiously.
“Nah,” I absentmindedly answered. My focus was on dialing Big Frank’s number.
The ringing of my phone echo'd through the car as we watched him pull out his phone and step away from Clive and the other nigga to answer.
”What can I do for you, son? I figured you’d still be locked away with Juniper,” he answered calmly, chuckling at his joke.
”Shit, I’m about to stop by Floppy’s then head over to y’alls place. Mama said she had something she wanted to give me,” I lied to that nigga effortlessly.
Big Frank looked around nervously before waving for Clive and dude to follow him. Hurriedly, they walked over to his BMW. “Yeah, well I’m out taking care of business. Uh, I might not be home in time to see you, son.” I listened in silence as Big Frank sped past my car out of the parking lot.
If Big Frank wasn’t on bullshit, he would have easily spotted my whip, but since he wasn’t on his shit tryna be sneaky and hide whatever the fuck he was doing.
“What was that all about?” Juniper asked, looking over at me.
”Ion know, but I’ma find out.”
I ain’t know what Big Frank and Clive was up to, but I was finna find out.
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A Few Weeks Later
“Mixie Hill,” the nurse called Mixie back.
We’d been sitting in the waiting area waiting for Mixie’s doctor’s appointment for the baby.
Shit between us had been hella strained.
We hadn’t talked since the party my parents threw for me.
The day Juniper and I came home, MIxie was nowhere to be found.
I let her make it a day or two before I called her to make sure she was straight.
Like I figured, she was in her feelings over the threesome shit.
Ion know what she expected, but it wasn’t finna be that with Juniper.
I had to hunt Mixie down when she refused to answer my phone calls.
She called herself hiding out at her parents’ house.
I almost didn’t look there ‘cause she might have defended her parents. Her ass hated being at their house just as much as I did. Oddly enough, I didn’t feel the need to make Mixie come home when I laid eyes on her.
My only thought was to make sure her and my seed were straight.
There was no point in leading her on when I knew where I wanted to be.