Chapter 15 #3
My wife had no idea how everything in my life now surrounded her and our kids.
Whatever they wanted, whatever they needed, I was sparing no expense.
Today I witnessed my wife in a vulnerable position where she had no choice but to count on me.
I was selfishly wanting her dependency on me and me alone.
Her turning to anybody outside of me prolly might make a nigga go there. I can’t lie.
“Talk to me, Clover. I won’t know what to do if you don’t say something.”
“You’re doing it baby. Being here with me like this is more than enough. I just need a minute to think. I’m overwhelmed as fuck and the pressure of being a mom just doubled.”
I understood where she was coming from. I was nervous as fuck, too, knowing she was blessing me with two of them, but I wasn’t so nervous where a nigga was gon’ drop the ball.
I was man enough to carry the weight of every Greek walking.
My wife and kids would be light work. I could promise you that.
“We don’t know what we doing when it come to this parenting shit, Ma.
I don’t think anybody really does, to be honest. We gon’ wing this shit and hope for the best. All I can promise you is that I ain’t gon’ leave you.
I don’t know what mindset you had before me, but I need you to understand I got y’all.
I had you from the minute I laid eyes on you.
Drunk or not, I know when a muthafucka is deserving.
The only thing that was really stole from a nigga was my heart.
I’m a boss ass nigga with nobody to share it with other than my folk.
You and my kids giving a nigga purpose for real.
We still figuring this shit out but know I’m a fast learner.
My babies coming in a few months so I’m asking for you to endure this pain a lil’ longer for me.
Once it’s done, I’ll take you wherever you want to go my love. ”
“Is loving us that easy for you?” she questioned.
“Easier done than said, I can promise you that. Was a nigga mad when it came to learning I was married? Hell yeah, but then a nigga laid eyes on you again and knew I wasn’t going nowhere. A nigga smitten; I can’t lie.”
“Why? I can take you for everything you have baby.”
“Then do it. What’s mine is yours and I mean that shit.
Take whatever and however much you think gon’ make you happy.
I got more than enough to support you and my kids.
All I ask is for you to kill a nigga before you walk away from me.
I’m really gon’ make the devil jealous if you don’t and dip out on me.
I can take a lot of shit but you and my kids bouncing…
” I had to stop talking and laugh that shit off.
My bloodline was already a sensitive area for me. I was weak as fuck when it came to them. However, this was a different level of weakness with Clover and my kids. Red. That was all I saw if anything ever harmed them or if she felt the need to leave me. I was dragging everybody to hell behind them.
“We’re supposed to be relaxing, remember?
Why you getting so tight?” Soft kisses were placed along my arm as she gently held on to it.
“I had no intentions of leaving you, Arion. These are your babies just as much as they are mine. Honestly, I like that you don’t have a clue, either.
I don’t want to raise our kids the way others raise theirs.
I want to find what works for us and our household. If this is us, then let it be us.”
“I got you, Ma. You gon’ stop trying to fight a nigga every chance you get and just let me love you or you gon’ give me hell?”
She released a light laugh saying, “Both. If we keeping it a buck, I was so tired of being this hard ass woman. I was and maybe still am envious of my cousin’s wives. My cousins are chaotic as fuck, but they make sure their wives live the softest life. I’d wanted that for a long time.”
Kissing the side of her face, she sighed deeply and smirked.
I heard stories on how my mother was just as hard until BG sat her down and gave her the life she deserved.
I was ‘bout to do that for Clover. My baby ain’t have to do all that shit over this way ‘cause I had niggas on speed dial to handle her problems at the snap of her pretty ass manicured fingers.
“All that shit over and done with, Ma. What y’all be saying? Put me in my soft girl era or some shit? Well, I’m pushing you in that bitch. Do whatever you want to do and let yo’ husband handle the rest. I got you, and I mean that.”
“I wanted to hate you, I really did. But God, you drive a hard bargain,” she jested.
Seeing her smile became a favorite task.
She had a pretty one and it made me feel like I was accomplishing something with her mean, sensitive ass.
More kisses were distributed from the side of her face down to her neck.
I loved her spoiled ass, I wasn’t gon’ hold you.
It took lil’ to nothing for me to fall for her.
“Will I get some reciprocation ‘round this muthafucka?” I asked making sure this wasn’t a one-way street.
“I’ll see what I can do.” I bit her on the side of her face causing her to cry out in pain. “Ahhhh. That hurts!”
“You gon’ love me, Ma, and you gon’ love it here. I ain’t one of them niggas. We got a family together, so I need all that. You hear me?”
“I hear you baby damn. That really hurts,” she whined.
“I’m sorry… but I ain’t sorry. I don’t play ‘bout my feelings. You’ll never be able to love me the way I love you but love a nigga is all I’m saying. Don’t make me look like a fool.”
Nodding, she squeezed my arm as she laid her head on it.
Whatever she wanted, I would give. My heart though, I wasn’t going for it being broken, not from family, and damn sure not from her.
Take a bullet and give life for her on any given day, but I’ll also take hers if she thought she would love any nigga but me.
* * *
Watching Clover's fine ass stretched across the bed had a nigga instantly bricking up. That damn bonnet and moo-moo combo still had my wife stepping on bitches. I had every intention on sliding up in her this morning, but I wanted to pamper her first. I wanted to show lil’ baby that me, her, and my babies was forever.
Through all the chaos, the drama, and unexpected shit life kept throwing at us, I wasn’t going nowhere.
After making a few calls, everything was finally lined up.
The last few months been crazy as hell on both our ends.
We had so many wrinkles in our marriage it was taking me longer than expected to iron them muthafuckas out.
A nigga came into her life like a Tasmanian devil spinning through this bitch reckless and held no remorse for never leaving.
Somehow, through all my rough edges, Clover still made this shit feel like home.
I tapped her thick ass thighs gently before showering kisses all over her face.
She squirmed a little, nose scrunching up, but never opened them pretty ass eyes.
The same eyes in this short amount of time always looked at me like she trusted me to protect her from the world.
A nigga was gon’ make sure she never doubted me every time too.
“Come on, Ma. Get up for me.”
She groaned dramatically and tried to roll over. However, I caught her waist before she could escape me. Hell nah. It was time for her to get up and come downstairs.
“Arion, please leave me alone.”
“I wish a nigga would,” I laughed. Slapping her ass one cheek at a time, I said, “I’m for real Ma. We got plans.”
One eye slowly cracked open, and the glare she hit me with almost took a nigga out. If looks could kill, my ass would’ve been under a headstone some-damn-where. She had an attitude from hell when she was woken up put her sleep.
This girl was crazy.
“Arion, I just found out I’m carrying not one but two of your big headed ass babies. My body hurts, I finally got some sleep last night, and now here you come with your sleeky-headed ass bothering me before the sun fully up. Why would you do this to me?” she whined.
Before a nigga could even respond, the tears came out of nowhere.
What the fuck? What the hell I do now?
Instantly, she had a nigga feeling like shit.
My chest tightened seeing her cry ‘cause no matter how tough Clover acted, pregnancy had her emotions all over the damn place. Plus, she was just as vulnerable as any other woman I knew. I was just the man for her to be vulnerable with. I already knew once she saw what I had planned, she’d forgive me… Hopefully.
“Clover don’t do that shit, man,” I muttered, wiping under her eyes with my thumb. “You making me feel like a nigga really hurting you or some shit. Got me feeling bad or whatnot.”
“Well, feel bad nigga. How you think I feel? I’m tired,” she sniffled.
Sighing, I kissed her forehead before commenting, “Sleep then Ma. My fault.”
Option B it is.
I headed downstairs, taking them bitches two at a time while the team waited around looking confused as hell.
They were already here and ready to get to work.
I let them know off rip what was to go down but now it was a change of plans.
We had to switch a few things around. I promised extra tips for the inconvenience, and instantly everybody perked up. Money always made people flexible.
The glam squad started packing up while the chefs holding silver platters followed behind me toward the kitchen. Clover was really upstairs fucking up the original layout of my surprise, but I wasn’t about to let that stop shit. A real nigga improvised.
A few minutes later, I walked back upstairs carrying a large breakfast tray while two women followed behind me with flowers and smaller platters full of fruit, pastries, and fresh juice. The smell of cinnamon waffles, turkey sausage, and buttery grits instantly filled the room.
Clover slowly sat up against the headboard, bonnet crooked and face still puffy from sleep, and most likely crying with her emotional ass. She tried her best to take in what was happening.
“What’s all this?” she whispered.
I set the tray I carried across her lap before climbing back in bed beside her. “Breakfast in bed for my lady and babies. You ain’t in the mood to go out so I had to rearrange some things to respect yo’ wishes.”
Her eyes softened immediately.
On the tray sat heart-shaped waffles dusted with powdered sugar, strawberries, eggs, turkey sausage, and a glass of sparkling apple cider. Right in the middle was a small handwritten note.
“Thank you for making me a father. Vegas gave me a three for one special. You had doubts ‘bout this shit, but I promise I never have. I got y’all forever.”
Clover read it twice before looking up at me, tears building again, but this time they hit different. “You did all this for me?”
“I shouldn’t’ve done shit, with yo’ mean ass.” I smirked, rubbing her stomach gently. My jits knew it was me because they started kicking against my hand. “I did this for y’all.”
That woman looked at me for what seemed like an eternity before leaning over and pressing her lips against mine slowly.
Like she finally believed every promise I’d been trying to show her instead of just shooting the shits.
And right then, watching her smile with content while she fed our babies solidified everything for a nigga.
I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
“Damn girl, save something for me.”
“This mine. Your plate of food will be ready shortly,” she said with a smirk. This girl stayed hungry, horny, and hormonal.
“Say less.” Once I let them folks up out my shit, I was gon’ fa sho feast on my wife. Food and a nut always kept a muthafucka more than satisfied.