Chapter 19
Marlo Watton
Fallon had been blowing my phone up like the world was finna end.
I knew her ass didn’t want shit but to get on my nerves.
She was acting like Braxton was the hardest baby in the world to deal with.
Fallon stayed calling me for the dumbest shit you in the world.
She dead ass called me yesterday freaking out cause Braxton had the fucking hiccups.
When I got to the house I let her ass have it.
She knew I was at work. I didn’t care if I was the boss.
I still worked just as hard as any of my employees.
I didn’t play that lazy shit cause I was the owner.
Ion know where this clueless shit came from, but it was annoying as fuck.
I would even understand if she acted like this if this was our first kid.
With Mason and Mallory, she acted like super mom, and I wasn’t one of them niggas who didn’t help with they seeds.
I made sure I was hands on with all my seeds.
Despite how I was feeling about Braxton I still treated him the same.
I fed him, changed him, gave him baths, and got up in the middle of the night.
I did all that shit, but it didn’t seem like it was enough for her.
Fallon really only had to take care of Braxton alone when I was at work and since she started back working the week before my mom had been keeping him during the day.
Then I’d pick him up from there most of the time I didn’t bring him home.
I started bringing Braxton with me when I kicked it with Solana just so I could have peace without Fallon blowin’ a nigga up.
All the little nigga did was sleep only time he cried was when he wanted a bottle.
Forreal he was the calmest outta of all our kids when they were babies.
I really felt like Fallon knew a nigga wasn’t fucking with her like that and she was tryna use Braxton as leverage.
Ever since Solana and I came to an understanding about us being best friends, that’s where I ‘d been spending most of my time. We’d chill in her skoolie, or we’d take the kids to do something.
I hated having to go back home without Solana.
I damn near wanted to wake up with her in my house.
Friends could live together and the way I was feeling we was finna be roommates.
The more time I spent with Solana the less patience I had for Fallon.
Anytime I was around her and we weren’t fuckin’ she got on my last fucking nerves.
She’d always been kind of annoying to me but damn the shit was outta control.
If my dick wasn’t in Fallon’s mouth I didn’t like her and that shit was starting to wear off.
Fallon almost lost her mind this morning when my dick wouldn’t stay up.
She swore up and down a nigga was cheating.
I wasn’t, I hadn’t fucked another bitch in a long time.
She just didn’t do it for me, and it wasn’t cause of her looks.
Fallon was still fine even after having three kids her snap back was tight.
She hit the gym as soon as they released her from the hospital.
The problem was my dick wanted someone we couldn’t have. Not yet anyway.
Fallon texted me talking shit all day and she made sure she left work early to get Baxton.
She did that shit so she could have more reason to call my fucking phone.
Fallon irritated me calling me non-stop and I ended up telling Solana we’d was gonna have to do our movie night another day.
Seeing her face drop when I canceled on her pissed me off even more cause I know Solana needed me more than anything right now.
She’d been tryna put on like she wasn’t bothered by the child services shit, but I could see right through her.
Solana was walking around looking sad as fuck and not like her usual normal bubbly personality.
I couldn’t give a good reason why, but I wanted to do everything in my power to handle that situation for her.
Solana was a bomb ass mom and if it really was Sunshyne’s hating ass grandparents.
I might finally take Mikael up on his offer about killing somebody.
Cause them bitches fucked with the wrong one.
Solana wasn’t bothering a soul and if she was it still didn’t matter because I had her. She could do what she wanted.
“Took you long enough,” Fallon snarled as soon as I stepped foot in the house. She was barely dressed in her short pink, silk night gown that stopped at the top of her thighs. She took a sip out of her wine glass.
“Don’t start that stupid shit. What the fuck you want?
” I asked walking around her, looking for the kids.
Our house was never this quiet, not when the girls were home.
I walked into the living room the tv was off and Braxton wasn’t in his swing like he normally would be.
“Where the kids?” I asked, turning around to find Fallon breathing down my neck.
“Spending time with my parents so we can spend some time together. It seems like since I had the baby we haven’t been on the same page,” Fallon dragged her finger from the top of my chest, giving me a lustful gaze. That didn’t move me, I just stared at her blankly.
“So, you been calling me for the last hour claiming something is wrong with Braxton only for him to not be here?” I gritted out trying to keep my composure together. I was more annoyed with the fact that I could have been chilling with Solana.
“It’s the only way I can get you to pay me any fucking attention!” Fallon raised her voice and her eyes narrowed into slits as she looked at me.
“Shit, I be busy.” I shrugged her off walking past her out the living room entrance across the hall to the kitchen. I was hungry as fuck Solana was supposed to be making us tacos, but Fallon fucked that shit up.
“Bullshit, you ain’t never been too busy to fuck me. Let’s keep it real. Ever since you hired that bitch you been acting brand fucking new. If you fucking her be a man about the shit.” Fallon continued yelling, she pulled my arm making me turn towards her slightly.
“You delusional as fuck,” I chuckled snatching my arm from her.
I gave Fallon a warning look, I wasn’t tryna argue with her tonight but if she kept pushing a nigga’s buttons I was finna give her what she was looking for.
I walked over to the refrigerator, opening it and looking for something quick to eat.
I knew Fallon ain’t cook, she never did. It was either fast food or tv dinners.
“Never been. Just admit you fucking the bitch. She ain’t the first and I doubt she’ll be the last nasty bitch you stick ya dick in.” Fallon said with her face bawled up in disgust.
“When have I ever lied to you about me fuckin’ a bitch?
” I asked, turning around with my arms folded across my chest. I rested my back on the refrigerator running my eyes over Fallon’s short frame.
No doubt Fallon is fine as fuck, her body on point, she made sure her hair and nails were always done.
A bad bitch without a doubt but that wasn’t enough for me no more.
I needed more than a bitch that looked good to look at.
“That’s what I’m tryna understand. You never lie about it so why start now? You been a cheating ass nigga,” Fallon replied, still scowling at me.
Whenever Fallon got made she swore up and down a nigga stayed cheating on her but that wasn’t the case.
I fucked plenty of other bitches since I’ve dealt with Fallon.
A lot of them were when she wasn’t even my bitch forreal and the few others were when she called herself breaking up with me.
I didn’t chase bitches if they didn’t want to be kept then I’d let them go.
It was too many bitches to be trying to force one to be with you.
Fallon thought she could force a nigga a long time ago.
Right after she had Mason, she called herself cutting me off because I wouldn’t be with her officially.
She was salty as fuck when she saw I wasn’t running behind her.
All I wanted was to be a part of my seed’s life.
I was cool fucking whatever bitch I wanted to without her being on her bullshit.
I was living my best life when she realized that she came back with a brand new attitude.
Claiming she was ready to play her position, whatever the fuck that meant.
To me I had never cheated on Fallon so there was no need for me to lie to her about the bitches I fucked with.
“The fuck you wanna be with me for?” I asked her in a calm tone. She wasn’t finna work me up, she had already ruined my night.
“Because we’re a family,” Fallon answered plainly, looking at me like I was dumb.
“That’s it?”
“What else do there need to be? Us sharing a daughter trumps everything.” Fallon rolled her eyes at me.
“Daughters, and a son.” I asked glaring at her menacingly.
“You know what I meant,” Fallon nervously waved me off and stood by the kitchen table.
“I don’t actually.”
“Nigga stop trying to play these mind games. You caught up over your little bitch and now you wanna flip shit on me. Get the fuck on!” She dramatically yelled waving her arms in the air.
“I ain’t flipping shit. That’s ya defensive ass. The fuck you got goin’ on?”
When it came to my seeds I had zero understanding behind them. I loved all of them the same and would go to war behind them. Even Braxton it might have been taking me longer to connect with him, but I was still fuckin’ shit up behind him because he was mine.
“I’m not fucking defensive.” She snaked her neck from side to side placing her hand on her hip.
Her sudden movement caused a shirt that was draped over one of the dining room chairs to fall on the ground. Fallon bent over quickly picking the shirt up. She tried to ball it up and discreetly toss it in the corner.