Chapter 33 #2
“Shut yo old knock-kneed ass up. Yo fuckin’ voice is annoying as hell.
” Faheem mugged Margret then he peered at Kojo with deadly intent.
“Bitch ass nigga, so long as I’m black, you speak on my seed again, I’ma kill you where you stand.
You talkin’ about my seed like she had a chance at having a normal size head.
Look at her mama’s head.” Faheem’s ignorant ass turned him and Kojo in my direction.
“You see how big her mama’s head is, my kids ain’t got a snowball chance in hell, but it’s okay ‘cause I love how big my wife’s head is.
” Faheem winked at me, but I flipped his ass off.
I couldn’t wait until we left. I was cussing his ass out.
“But I’m the only nigga who can talk about it. You feel me”
“Yyye--”
“Nigga, is you fuckin’ pissin’ on yo self?” Faheem barked as he tossed Kojo back into his chair. “I can’t even beat yo pissy ass like I want to. Scary ass nigga.”
Sure enough, a puddle was forming under Kojo’s desk, and my jaw dropped.
I knew that nasty ass nigga wasn’t that scared of Faheem.
My baby daddy should have been light work for a nigga Kojo’s size.
Kojo was easily two of Faheem’s size, yet he had him pissing on himself.
If I wasn’t done before, seeing him pee like a little scary ass kid was the biggest turn off I’d ever had in my life.
“This the type of shit you like, Juniper?” Faheem said, walking in my direction, mugging me.
“No!” I quickly replied, mugging him back. I didn’t know Kojo did stuff like that.
“I can’t fuckin’ tell. You shoulda been done with this nigga the last time I knocked his ass out.
How you gonna run off with a nigga that can’t defend you unless pissin’ is supposed to save you?
” Faheem stopped in front of me, bumping me slightly.
He was looking at me like he wanted to fuck me up next, but I wasn’t backing down from him either.
Finally, he grunted as he said, “Bring yo ass on before I leave you with the piss king.” He walked past me with an angry scowl.
Before I left, I turned to Kojo who was now being consoled by Margret.
I couldn’t believe his ass was crying and carrying on the way he was.
“I rather have a big head than to let another nigga make me pee on myself like a bitch. Matter fact, me or my baby’s heads ain’t even that big, and you and yo five-head-having-ass mammy can kiss our black asses.
Marget, have fun playing in your sons piss.
” I snickered, flipping them off, then hurrying in the direction Faheem went in.
Making it outside, I saw Faheem’s white Jaguar parked behind the red Infiniti truck I took.
“The fuck took you so long? You cleanin’ the nigga off?” Faheem spat as soon as I made it down the stairs.
“Eww, no.” I frowned at Faheem. He had to be slow to even suggest some nasty shit like that. “Where is Ryver?”
“In the car.” He nodded towards the car, and I wanted to knock the shit out of him for leaving my baby in the car alone.
“Nigga, you left her in the car by herself?” I angrily stomped over to the car. The closer I got, I saw a figure with their head down.
“She ain’t alone. Gee sitting with her. But gimmie them keys.”
“For what? I can drive back to your house.” I still wanted to stop at my job before I went back to his house. Ignoring the heated glare Faheem was giving me, I opened the back door to get a peek at my boo.
“I’m sayin’, lil mama, you think that will work?” I heard Gee’s voice as soon as I opened the door. Ryver looked at me then started back her gibberish as if she was responding back to whatever Gee had said to her.
“Are you talking to Ryver?” I questioned him as I leaned over to kiss her chubby cheeks, and she let out a happy squeal.
“Yeah, she helpin’ her unc out,” Gee replied with a straight face as he opened his door.
“Oh, Lord.” I groaned, shaking my head at his crazy ass for even holding a conversation with a baby.
“Lil’ baby knowin’ what she talkin’ about.” Gee gave me a boyish grin showing off his platinum grill.
Time had done him good, and if I was into high yellow niggas, Gee would surely be my type. I didn’t know what he did to make Daelite walk away from him, but it had to be something crucial.
“You ridin’ with us, and Gee finna drive my other car back to the crib.” Faheem came out of nowhere, snatching his key hanging from my back pocket. As he tossed the key over to Gee, he asked him, “You straight?”
“I’m good. I’m finna take this shit on a spin though.” Gee caught the keys. Unlocking the car, he headed over, opening the driver door.
“Nigga, don’t be in my shit on bullshit.”
“I hear you, nigga.” Gee smirked before disappearing into the car.
“Bring yo ass, Juniper.” Faheem pulled my attention away from the headlights of his other car pulling off.
“Stop rushing me,” I smartly sassed, shutting the backdoor. Walking around Faheem, I got in the passenger seat.
Faheem mumbled something under his breath, but I didn’t care.
He always worked on my last nerve, acting like he ran me when the only person he ran was his kids.
I scrolled through social media on my phone while Faheem drove with his music playing.
After a few minutes, I looked out the window noticing we were driving in the opposite direction of his house.
“Where we goin’?” I asked curiously, turning down the music.
“Get yo step son.”
“Nigga, in case you missed the program, I’m single.” I groaned at him, rolling my eyes.
“How you figure? Ain’t we married?” Faheem asked me with a straight face.
Had he not been on the same planet as me? I’m pretty sure whatever relationship we had was over the night we had our big fight.
“And we’re getting a divorce too.”
“Are we? ‘Cause I’m workin’ on savin’ my marriage. I want my family.”
I think my heart stopped when I heard Faheem say that.
It really made me question myself. At one point in my life, I would have given my right arm to hear Faheem tell me that because I loved that man and still did.
However, I had to wonder if being with him was what I really wanted for myself at this moment.
Love wasn’t always enough to make things work.
So much had gone on between us, and there had been no real resolution with everything.
Yeah, Faheem knew about Ryver now, but did that mean he forgave me?
The time Ryver and I spent at his house, he barely talked to me.
It wasn’t us trying to figure things out, talk, or anything.
He straight up acted like I didn’t exist. How does one go from ignoring me to wanting to save our marriage that only existed because it had to?
I wasn’t sure how to respond because a part of me wanted to jump across the car in joy.
His words sounded good and I wanted to believe him.
I just didn’t want a repeat of our last go round.
Some of what made me and Faheem being explosive in the beginning was us mixing up our lust.
Not saying we didn’t really love each other, ’cause I know I did, but in the beginning, we both were lusting after each other.
That was why it was so easy for us to get lost in each other.
When our feelings started growing for real was when things got complicated because we didn’t slow down enough to understand what emotions we were dealing with.
Being a person with no responsibilities, it was okay to go along with the flow.
With Ryver, I wasn’t willing to just go with what felt good.
I had to be sure, I refused to take my daughter through the ups and downs like my parents did me.
Right now, I wasn’t sure about me and Faheem.
“You ain’t gotta answer me, I see you over there thinkin’ too fuckin’ hard. Just know we locked in, and I know we have a lot of shit we gotta work on, but I’m willin’ to do the work,” Faheem said as he reached over, grabbing my hand into his.
“Okay.” I smiled at him, and he smiled back at me. I liked what he said. I appreciated he wasn’t forcing me into being with him. I could work with what he was saying.
Faheem had stopped in the parking lot of the old building he used to live in. “I’m finna run up here and get Forrest. I’ll be right back.” Catching me off guard, Faheem leaned across the handrest giving me a sweet, sensual kiss. Welcoming his tenderness, I kissed him back eagerly.
Breaking the kiss, Faheem got out of the car, but he stopped when he was supposed to shut the door. He paused, looking at something.
“What’s wrong?” I worriedly asked, hoping it wasn’t something serious. He didn’t answer me, instead he got in the car, pulling off, leaving me confused. I could tell he was thinking hard because he hadn’t said a word.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number, then put the phone on the speaker. A few minutes went by before Mixie’s voice came through the phone.
“Baby Daddy?” She sounded nervous, and Faheem was looking out of his window.
“I’m finna come pick up Forrest. Have him ready,” he cooly replied, but I could see the wheels turning in his head.
“Ookay. You lucky you almost missed us. Call me, and I’ll bring him down.”
Faheem hung up on Mixie. Turning towards me, he nodded his head slightly. “Clive.”
Leaning over him, I could see my dad standing next to Mixie.
It looked like they were arguing; it had to be important for them not to notice us.
Faheem wasn’t parked super close to the elevator, but if you were paying attention, you could easily see us.
We watched them argue before Clive pulled Mixie in for a kiss.
They kissed for a second, but Mixie pushed him off of her, shooing him as she turned to go into the building.
What the fuck? Faheem and I looked at each other trying to make sense of these two knowing each other. Just when you thought there weren’t any more surprises.