Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Titan
a few days later...
I was meeting Tink’s mama today, and I think I was more nervous than she was.
I haven’t met a girl’s parents since high school.
Yeah, it was only her mama, but still. If she didn’t like me based on the shit that she’d seen online, then she could influence Tink to stop fucking with me.
I was currently in my room with my sister in my face.
“Bubby, just be yourself,” she coached.
“I am, but that doesn’t mean she’s gone fuck with me,” I countered.
“And you care?” She shot back.
I paused to think about it for a second. Did I care?
“You really like Cady, huh?” She probed.
I turned to look at my sister and thought about my answer before I said it out loud.
“Yeah, man,” I stressed as I ran my hand down my face.
“Aww, Bubby. You’re in love,” she squealed as she jumped on me.
“Man, get your big ass off me.” I frowned. “Ain’t nobody said shit about being in love. You’re worse than the damn blogs, making up shit.”
I sprayed my cologne and grabbed the keys to my Range Rover.
“Whatever. I like Cady and she doesn’t put up with your shit.” She shrugged.
“Man, watch out. Tink don’t scare nobody.” I waved her off.
“I didn’t say she scared you, but she doesn’t put up with your shit,” she shot back.
“I’ain even doing shit for her to put up with.”
“Exactly.”
I didn’t bother with responding because, in a way, she was right. I ended up eating plenty pussy the other night, and I didn’t even know what I did, but I tried my best to fuck and suck the attitude right out her little ass.
“Whatever. Lock my shit up when you leave, and you better leave. Don’t be in my shit when I come back.”
“And why can’t I be here when you get back?”
“Because if all goes well, I plan on coming back and fucking Tink all over this muthafucka and I’on want you in here to witness that.” I smirked.
“Nasty ass nigga,” she mumbled behind me.
Laughing, I left my sister at my place and headed to get my girl.
My girl? Was she my girl? Yeah, I’m tripping.
When I pulled up to her building, I got out and headed upstairs.
A few of her neighbors noticed me, but nobody said anything...
just stared. I threw a few head nods as I swaggered to her door.
I rang the bell and waited for her to come and open it for me.
When she did, I almost wanted to tell her to call her mama and tell her we’ll be by later.
She had on a simple gray sweatsuit, but the shit fit her perfectly, and she had on a tight crop shirt that showed off her stomach.
She had a few loose curls in her shoulder length hair and a pair of white Air Max on her feet.
This was the shit that I loved about her.
She didn’t have to try hard and still looked good in the shit.
“Damn, Tink. I thought we were just going to see your mama,” I said as I walked in and pulled her straight into me, gripping her plump ass in the process.
“We are,” she countered.
“Shit, you look too good to just be popping in on your mama, but I appreciate the effort, baby,” I praised, not taking my eyes off of her.
“You’re doing too much. I have on a sweatsuit. There is nothing special about what I have on,” she stated. “You look nice, though,” she complimented me.
I had on an olive green GodSpeed sweatsuit that I paired with some Retro Jordan 4s.
“’Preciate that, baby. Now let’s go before we don’t make it.” I watched as she went and got her purse and keys. When she got close, I leaned down and kissed her lips before letting her go and opening the door. I stared at her ass the entire way down.
“This is about to be a hard visit,” I mumbled to myself.
***
We pulled up to Tink’s mama’s house, and I parked in the driveway beside her car. I looked over at Tink and she looked like she was ready to bail on a nigga.
“You good, Tink?” I asked.
“No... yeah... shit. I’on know,” she rambled.
“Calm down,” I laughed. “Shit can’t be that bad,” I mentioned.
“I know, but that’s my mama. What if she finds out that all of this is fake?” she uttered.
I leaned back in the seat and stared at her.
“You still think this shit is fake, Tink?” I asked.
“Huh?” She asked with her brows bunched together.
“If you can huh, you can hear,” I countered. “Now answer the question,” I pressed.
“Titan, look. You don’t have to pretend for me. I know what this is and what it’s not. I’m not tripping,” she stated.
I stared at her blankly before I spoke because I needed the time to get my thoughts together.
“Tink, you got me fucked up if you think I’m doing this shit for the hell of it.
I’on give a fuck about what people think about me or what the fuck they say.
That PR shit went out the window the moment I put your pussy in my mouth and my dick in you...
raw. Ain’t no bitch breathing can ever say that shit, so as for this being fake, you can cancel that shit.
Everything I feel is real on my end, but if you ain’t on the same shit, let me know now and I can figure out another arrangement,” I stated.
“And before you answer, I’m letting you know now that you got me fucked up if you think you gone be with another nigga.
Baby, you’re stuck with me like that little nigga Chucky.
We’ll be buddies round this bitch. Wherever you go...
I go, so what we doing Tink?” I leaned back in the seat and waited for her to respond.
Her response would decide if I left her in her mama’s driveway or not.
“Boy, bring your annoying ass on so you can meet my mama. The quicker we get this done, the quicker I can show my man how much I’m feeling him.” She smirked.
I damn near broke my fucking ankles getting out my truck and helping her out.
“Don’t forget that shit you said either, because I’m not,” I mumbled against her neck. She tried pushing me off, but I wasn’t having it.
“Move and come on,” she laughed.
I walked behind her and had my eyes glued to her ass the entire time. I stood close behind her when she rang the bell and entered the door.
“What you ring the bell for if you were gone walk right in?” I quizzed.
“My mama likes to be comfortable, so I wanted to let her know we were coming in,” she explained just as a woman with Tink’s entire face appeared before us. I had to blink because shit, her mama was fine too.
“Don’t be telling my business, girl,” her mama fussed.
“He asked.” She shrugged.
“Mhm,” her mama hummed. “Well, I’ll say, I see why the women were going crazy. You’re a fine something in person,” her mama complimented.
“I appreciate that, Ms. Mitchell.” I extended my hand to her, and she accepted it.
“Call, Faedra, or Fae,” she insisted. “Y’all come on. I cooked, so I hope you came hungry,” she announced.
“I’ain never turning down no food,” I mentioned, causing her and Tink to laugh.
“So, how did you meet my baby? From the TV and social media, I didn’t take you for the relationship type.”
“Yeah, the internet has a way of making sh-stuff look one-sided,” I started.
“They made me seem like some monster when all I was doing was living my life and minding my business. They hate to see a young black man with money, so they do everything to try to take that away,” I stated, and she nodded.
“Now that you’re right about. You just can’t give them anything to go off of,” she stated, and I nodded.
“I can’t argue when you’re right,” I countered.
“So, how did you meet my baby?” She asked.
“Ma,” Tink groaned.
“Nah, it’s cool, Tink.”
“Tink?” Her mama repeated.
“Yeah, I call her Tink because from the first time I approached her, she was mean and feisty. I told her she was little and mean, just like Tinker Bell,” I laughed and so did her mama.
“Aww, that’s cute and I can believe it. That girl has always been mean... like that daddy of hers.” She smirked.
Tink rolled her eyes as we laughed at her expense.
This shit was going better than I expected. Ms. Fae was cool, and she could cook. I see where Tink got that shit from.
“Ms. Fae, you wanna come to the game Sunday? I can have you seated with Tink and my people,” I offered.
Tink looked at me like she was surprised that I offered, but I didn’t see it as a big deal.
“Oh, no, baby. I’on do outside, but I’ll be watching and cheering from my living room,” she responded.
“Well, how about this. You come spend Thanksgiving with me and my family.” When I said that, Tink looked at me like I had two heads. I already planned on asking her, but I might as well ask her mama to join in since it was only them.
“I’d love that,” Ms. Fae responded.
“Bet. I’ll let my mama know we’ll have two more people at the table.”
“Just let me know if I need to bring something,” she added.
“Just bring yourself.”
We stayed a little longer, and she told me stories about Tink growing up, and I believed everyone. By the time we got ready to go, she was embarrassed.
“That was... interesting,” Tink said once we were back in my truck and headed back to my spot.
“I told you shit was gone be okay. Learn to listen to your nigga.” I smirked.
“My nigga, huh?” She countered.
“You damn right, and we’re about to go grab you some shit, then go back to my spot and make things official.” I looked at her to let her know that I meant every word.
***
“Miles takes the snap and has time in the pocket. Looking downfield for his favorite target. He lets it fly to Samuels... Caught! Titan Samuels inside the ten... inside the five... Touchdown Cannons! Number seventeen does it again. Another trip to the end zone, and this one may be the dagger. The Cannons extended their lead late in the fourth quarter.”
Always crossing the end zone always gave me an indescribable rush. That shit felt better than anything that I could have ever experienced. It was still time on the clock, but that didn’t mean shit. This game was over and the win was ours.