Chapter 16 #2
“Uh…” My heated gaze shot over to Solana, and we shared a look that caused her to second guess her words.
Solana had me fucked up if she thought she was finna go along with that stupid ass pet name Mikael came up with.
If she wanted a nickname I would think of one to call her.
“Umm, I guess you can just call me Solana.” Our eyes were glued to each other as she spoke.
Satisfied with her answer I broke our gaze focusing back on Mikael.
“You dead ass right now nigga?” Mikael asked with a slight chuckle as he shook his head at me, but I didn’t see the issue.
That nigga needed to know boundaries when it came to Solana.
“I ain’t even gone call ya ass out right now my nigga.
We going to this fucking hospital or what?
I don’t give a fuck either way,” Mikael shrugged his shoulders throwing his hands into his pockets.
“Yeah,” I nodded, then turned towards Solana. “You good with the girls staying here until I can send somebody to pick them up?”
“Of course,” Solana sweetly said with a smile grin as her eyes bore into mine.
“Huh,” I said, digging into my pocket pulling out my credit card. “Take the girls out to breakfast or something. Imma call you once we get to the hospital. Okay?” Solana hesitated to take my card from hand. Eventually she took it from me.
“Okay, be safe and congratulations.”
“Thanks,” I smiled back at her, fighting the urge to pull her into my arms. Guilt slowly settled in my chest. I didn’t want to leave Solana, and the shit was fuckin’ with me.
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The Next Day
At Beauville Pointe Medical Center
“He’s so handsome, congratulations. You guys did it again. Now we need to start planning the wedding.” Patty, Fallon’s aunt, happily said as she held our son, Braxton, in her arms.
Patty was the one who raised Fallon her entire life.
Fallon’s real mom Lisa left her to be raised by her older sister so she could chase after niggas.
Fallon nor Patty had seen Lisa since she was a baby.
Patty was cool as long as she wasn’t putting certain shit into Fallon’s head like us getting married.
If I didn’t marry Fallon when she had Mason I wasn’t gonna do it now.
“Seriously, after pushing out three of his kids. The least he can do is give me a ring.” Fallon replied to her aunt.
“The ring should have come before the babies,” My mama said from her seat next to me with a frown.
She hadn’t smiled since I’d been here. She hadn’t had too much to say either.
After she’d cussed me out for being MIA my mama got quiet.
Which meant she had something on her mind, and we wouldn’t find out until she was ready to tell us.
“Everything doesn’t always go that way now a days,” Patty said, giving my mom a quick glance. “You know how these young kids be.”
“And that’s what’s wrong with them. They wanna hunch and make babies but don’t want to make the family whole.”
“Trust me, our family is whole now that we have our son.” Fallon confidently said her eyes pleading with me to back her up, but she wouldn’t like what I had to say.
“Let me ask you something,” My mom said and I knew she was about to be on her bullshit.
She moving her entire body to face Fallon in the hospital bed.
“I love my son dearly, but as a woman why would you continue to allow him to make you a baby mama? Why keep having kids by him but he can’t make you his wife?
Is it not alarming that he’ll hunch on you but won’t give you his last name? ”
“Lo, is going to give me his last name.” Fallon tried to sound confident, her eyes showed she wasn’t as sure as she was trying to portray.
“Bullshit,” Mikael’s said fake coughing and I wanted to pop that nigga upside his head.
“Mikael Thaddeus Wattson,” Mama said with her eyes cut into slits as they focused on him.
“My b mama. I had to cough. I’ll go in the hallway next time.” Mikael snickered and our mama gave him another warning look.
She turned back to Fallon speaking again. “I’m not trying to be hard on you. I just want you to use your head. A man speaks with his actions. Listen to what Marlo is saying.”
“So, what you sayin’ Ma? I’m a horrible nigga?” I asked slightly annoyed because she was making it sound like I was some terrible ass nigga.
I might have not been the best, but I definitely wasn’t the worst. I took care of Fallon financially. She literally sat at home all day because all I needed from her was to take care of our kids and house.
“Did I say that?” My mom cut her eyes at me. Missy was never one to bite her tongue, no matter the situation.
“Basically.”
“No, I didn’t because I know you are anything but horrible.
I see everything that you do for Fallon and the girls.
You are beyond an amazing man. Hard working and a provider.
I raised you to be that and a great husband as well.
However, you are still a man and as I said your actions will always speak louder than your words. Fallon isn’t your wife for a reason.”
“Alright ma.” My mom wasn’t wrong but there was a time and place for everything. Now wasn’t the time for one of her marriage talks. The only thing we should be focused on was Braxton being born. “Let’s focus on Braxton right now.”
“Exactly,” Fallon chimed in. “That little boy left almost took me out of this world with his chunky self.” Fallon dramatically said, fanning herself.
Fallon was putting on hella, but I was gonna let her make it.
If anything, Braxton was the easiest birth she had.
Mason made her get ten stitches and Mallory gave her seven stitches.
With Braxton she only had to get three stitches this time.
Her labor was way longer. I got here after two in the morning and he didn’t come until eight o’clock this morning.
The little nigga acted like he didn’t want to come out.
When he did he came out screaming at the top of his lungs.
I wanted to say I felt pride finally getting my son but that wasn’t the case.
Holding Braxton, I struggled to have the same feeling that I had with the girls.
I didn’t even say shit when Fallon didn’t want him to be a junior.
I was too busy trying to force myself to feel anything for Braxton for me to care about trivial shit like a name.
“Where are the girls?” Patty asked, making a face like she just noticed Mason and Mallory weren’t here.
“They with a friend. Mama gon’ pick them up later today.” I answered vaguely.
I hadn’t fully explained my whereabouts the night before.
I already knew how the shit would look if I said I was with Solana.
I wasn’t in the mood to hear what nobody had to say.
It was no amount of explaining why I went over Solana’s that night.
Fallon would make a big ass deal about it.
Especially since nobody could get a hold of me that night.
Mainly Mikael or my mama because when I checked my phone I didn’t have any missed calls from Fallon.
I hadn’t called Fallon out on her lie. For now, I was letting her have her moment since she’d just given birth to our son but once we got home she had a few things she needed to answer for.
Another one being why the fuck Meek was the one to bring her to the hospital.
Both of them claimed it was by luck Meek was stopping by, but I didn’t know if I believed it.
Or if it was my own guilt that had me looking at them crazy.
Whatever the case was, I was finna watch both their asses.
Meek was my nigga had been for years. When Mikael was locked up Meek became the nigga I could call on no matter what.
I never got the vibe he wanted, Fallon or vice versa.
Whenever they were around each other they were cordial and spoke.
At the end of the day, I wasn’t putting shit past nobody.
Which is why I had to step out the room to call that nigga.
He was my nigga but at the same time there was only so much shit I would overlook.
I stood outside of the hospital, with my phone to my ear listening to the phone ring. On the last ring the nigga answered the phone. “Sup, congrats my nigga.” Meek answered into the phone.
“Preciate it. Shit you coulda stuck around to tell me that shit to my face.”
“Some shit with my mama popped off. I had to dip.”
“She straight?”
“Yeah, she fell and shit. Had to take her to the hospital. She is stable now. In her room sleep. I came back home once she fell asleep. A nigga tired as fuck.” Meek yawned into the phone.
“Awh, damn. Ms. Kay here? What room is she in? I’ll stop by and check on her real quick.” I was cool with Meek’s mama Ms. Kay.
She had always been cool as fuck, the total opposite of my mama.
I know she raised Meek and his sister Dennise alone.
I never got to meet Meek’s dad, but I knew his sister Dennise’s dad Duke, used to be married to Ms. Kay before he passed a few years back.
Meek didn’t care for Duke; he always claimed he was the reason his own dad wasn’t around.
Meek had a chip on his shoulder for sure but that was his business.
“Uuuhhh, nah she ain’t at Beauville Pointe, I took her out to Boowell County hospital.” Meek nervously stuttered making my antennas stand up.
Taking Ms. Kay all the well to Boowell County was dumb as fuck Not only was that an hour drive from her house.
That hospital is trash as fuck. muthafuckas knew if you went to the hospital there was a good chance you wouldn’t make it out Meek loved his mama too much to take her to that fucking hospital.
“The fuck you take here there for?”
“She wanted to. You know she don’t fuck with Pointe after Duke died there. She hate that hospital.”
What Meek was saying made sense, but my instinct were telling me something was up with him.
“Aww, okay.” I replied coolly, I didn’t want him catching on to me being suspicious. “Well tell her I hope she get better soon and I ain’t tell you thank you for getting Fallon to the hospital.”
“It ain’t no big deal.” Meek replied with a cockiness to his tone I didn't care for.
“Yeah, so why say you was by my crib that late anyways?” I asked him in a serious tone.
“Maaannn, I was coming by to kick it with you.”
“Aww okay,” I skeptically replied because I didn’t believe him. Meek never popped up at my house without calling me first, but I wasn’t in the position to grill the nigga like I really wanted to. “What…”
“Aye, this my mama calling me. Let me hit you back.” Meek quickly cut me off then hung up.
I pulled my phone from my face. I was finna have watch this nigga. He was moving too weird for my liking.