Chapter 16
Marlo Wattson
“Get, your phone,” Solana groaned, elbowing me in my ribs.
Somehow we’d managed to fall asleep on this uncomfortable ass benched thing she called her couch.
We spent most of the night talking and getting to know each other.
The more I learned about Solana the more I respected her.
She wasn’t the type of broad that sat licking her wounds.
She got up and did what she had to make sure Sunshyne and her were good.
She did that shit without laying on her back like most bitches would in her situation.
She could have gone out like a typical bird brain bitch, but she stuck to her guns and made shit happen.
I hated that Solana was a solid female to a bitch ass nigga.
Her ex didn’t deserve to breath the same air as Solana let alone have her as his wife.
I wasn’t too keen on having a wife myself, but I knew Solana would have been a dope ass wife.
The nigga knew it, too. Which is why he couldn’t deal with the thought of losing her.
I wish I knew the nigga who killed her ex so I could tell him thank you.
Her ex wasn’t shit, and his funky ass family wasn’t any better.
My mama might have not cared for Fallon, but she would have never put her or my kids out on the streets.
I didn’t worry about my seeds not wanting for anything, either, if something happened to me.
My family would always make sure my seeds were straight.
Shit, in the three months since Solana started nobody in her or her ex’s family had come around.
I couldn’t even wrap my mind around the type of fucked up ass family could keep on living like Sunshyne didn’t exist. Especially her being ya dead sons/brothers’ daughter, that shit was foul as fuck.
Whatever fake ass beef they had tryna blame Solana for that nigga’s death wasn’t shit but a weak ass excuse for them to not be a part of Sunshyne’s life.
Sonni’s entire family needed to be shot in the head for not doin’ for Sunshyne.
It was crazy cause they were missing out on seeing an amazing little girl grow up.
I wasn’t just saying that either, Sunshyne was smart as fuck.
You could see Solana didn’t half step when it came to raising her.
Solana made sure Sunshyne was polite, respectful and she listened to adults.
I didn’t see how anybody wouldn’t want to be around Sunshyne.
Solana’s mama wasn’t any better either. I think I’d heard her talk to her over the phone a few times.
All the conversations were dry, and it didn’t seem like Solana wanted to talk to her mama.
Solana did mention her relationship with her mom wasn’t that good and she really didn’t like talking to her.
Their relationship was complicated and I understood that shit.
My relationship with both my parents wasn't the best.
Life had been kicking Solana’s ass for the last few years, but I was here now to help her.
Even though her stubborn ass probably would fight me every step of the way.
I got it though she had been burned by all the muthafuckas that were supposed to help her.
It wasn’t that with me though, I really wanted to see her win.
Solana had been through a lot, and she deserved everything that wanted out of life.
All I wanted to do was see her smile and lessen her stress.
She was probably gonna stress me the fuck out cause I would have to force her to accept my help, but it was what it was.
To be honest how I was feeling about Solana was confusing as fuck.
I’m a nigga and Solana was fine as fuck, pretty face fat ass and all the other shit that I liked.
Of course, I thought about what it would be like to slide in between her thick thighs to see what the pussy was hittin’ for.
But that wasn’t my motivation with her. Fucking her wasn’t driving my actions.
I really fucked with her. She was a genuine person, and you didn’t come across people like her often.
Aside from her helping me and Mikael get our shops together.
She fucked with my kids too. On days, the girls had to come to the shop with me Solana had no problem helping with them.
Mason and Mallory both loved chilling with her and Sunshyne.
I would be a lie if I didn’t say how Mason took to Solana didn’t move me either.
I think it was safe to say Mason loved the fuck out of Solana; she always talked about her.
That shit pissed Fallon off, but she knew better than to say shit about it because she wasn’t doing what the fuck she was supposed to be doing as a mom.
I never regretted a nut more than I did the one that got Fallon pregnant with our son.
I really was about to leave her before she got pregnant, but I couldn’t see myself saying fuck her while she was carrying my seed.
Fallon is pushing forty this pregnancy hasn't been the easiest. I would have felt guilt as fuck if something was to happen to Fallon while she was pregnant. I really tried to understand what the fuck happened to make Fallon switch up with Mason. I tried to chalk it up to her pregnancy hormones, but her ass had been on bullshit long before she got pregnant this time. She’d cool down on a lot of the little slick shit she’d used to say to Mason.
At least while I was around Fallon tried to be more of a mom towards Mason, but she wasn’t going for it.
Mason was the one being standoffish towards Fallon.
I had to check Mason a few times for getting fly at the mouth.
I got Mason felt some type of way towards Fallon and I was all for her sharing her feelings.
Being disrespectful wasn’t gone be the way.
Like I said before Mason always wanted to be around Solana now.
I kind of thought that was one of the reasons Fallon was starting to try me.
Forreal, I was past beyond caring why Fallon acted the way she did.
All I knew was she was skating on thin ice and if she didn’t get her shit together I was finna be move around.
For so long I dealt with Fallon and her bullshit because I never wanted to be like my dad.
Leaving my family seemed like the grimiest thing I could do in this world to my seeds.
I wanted my seeds to grow up with two parents like a normal family.
I was starting to see that the family might not be with Fallon.
She was never my first pick; she just lucked up by getting pregnant with Mason.
I can say there was some kind of love between us.
We spent years together and they weren’t horrible.
We did the type of shit that couples with kids did.
I won’t say I wasn’t happy then, just existing in our reality.
Nothing was special about what we were doing at the time.
I didn’t see a future with Fallon; she was a place holder in my life.
She wasn’t the woman that I made me feel like I couldn’t live without.
She was Fallon, my baby mama and that’s all she would ever be.
There was no connection between us and the only time there was anything close to a connection was when my dick was filling one of her holes.
As soon as I got my nut the connection was gone just as fast as it came.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
I jumped from my sleep hearing banging on the outside of Solana’s door. Solana jumped up with wide eyes looking at me. She was scared, her fear written all over her face. I hurried over to open the door. I didn’t need whoever to wake the girls up, who were all knocked out in Solana’s bed.
Snatching the door open I felt Solana hoovering behind me. Mikael was urgently pacing back and forth in front of the door.
“Aye, nigga I been tryna get a hold of you all night. Fallon went into labor like four hours ago. Mama at the hospital with her gettin’ on my damn nerves like that girl finna have my baby. Ya nigga there too,” Mikael gave me a side-eye as he slid that last part in there.
Something had to be wrong with a nigga because I didn’t have the urgency to rush to the hospital like I should have.
I damn near wanted to tell Mikael to call me once she had the baby.
I wanted to go lay back down with Solana.
Having her in my arms gave me a calming feeling that eased my soul.
I was more concerned with getting that feeling back when I should have been focused on Fallon being in labor.
“What that nigga doin’ there?” I asked with my top lip slightly curled.
“Ask him when you get to the hospital,” Mikael paused as he looked at me skeptically then said. “I mean unless you not going. What up Pretty Brown?” Mikael leaned his head to the side waving at Solana.
“Hey Mikael,” Solana softly said, peeking around my side to wave at him. She smiled at him bashfully and I didn’t like that he was making her smile the way he was. The nigga was being too friendly.
Mikael wasn’t a nice nigga he was mean to bitches unless he was tryna fuck.
I hated to say this but that wasn’t finna go down between the two of them.
Call me a hater or whatever the fuck you wanted.
Mikael would have to fight me before I allowed him to fuck with Solana in anyway and after that he still couldn’t deal with her.
She wasn’t for him and I wasn’t scared to remind him.
“Stop calling her that shit,” I didn’t even mean to say that shit, but it was too late to turn back now. I couldn’t even stop my lips from turning up into a frown as I glared at Mikael. His dumb ass was standing there with a dumb ass grin on his face.
“Nigga,” The humor in Mikael’s voice got under my skin. “Solana you got a problem with me calling you Pretty Brown?”