Chapter 25
Marlo Wattson
“You know I never thought you’d be anything like your dad. Maybe Mikael but not you.” I rolled my eyes at my mama as her voice echoed throughout my truck.
Without a doubt I was closer with my mama than my daddy, but I kept my mama at arm’s length.
I don’t know if it was my dad leaving her or what made her so bitter.
She spoke facts with a twist of negativity.
My mama was one of those people who could suck the joy out of a room.
Nobody really wanted to be around her because she drained your energy.
Like the rant she went on after Braxton was born.
She didn’t understand there was a time and a place for everything.
I tried not to let my mama's negativity stop me from dealing with her too much. I mean she helped a lot with my kids, so I let a lot of shit slide. Since Fallon went back to work my mama kept Braxton until I got off of work which is why I answered my phone when she called, I wanted to make sure he was straight. I wasn’t expecting her to go on one of her triads as soon as I answered the phone.
I really wasn’t in the mood to hear the shit; I had enough on my plate than to hear what my mama had to nitpick about.
I had been on edge since we were on the verge of losing one of our biggest contracts.
Don’t get me wrong we had other contracts but the one with the city of Beaumont was bringing in half a million every quarter.
We wasn’t finna close down because we lost their contract, but money was money.
I would never act like losing out on any money wouldn’t bother me.
But I wasn’t finna kiss they ass either.
Just like they could find another company to work with there were hella other people we could contract out with.
I wasn’t finna trip about shit I couldn’t change.
We were going to roll with the punches and keep moving.
I did know one thing if Connie brought her ass back in tryna renew our contracts, the city would finna pay out their asses for wanting to be cheap.
“Braxton straight?” I asked her not even caring to hide the fact that she was pissing me off already. My mama wasn’t dumb she knew comparing me to my dad would get on my nerves.
“Marlo La’velle Wattson don’t play with me. You heard what I said.” My mama sternly replied and I groaned preparing myself for this stupid ass conversation.
“What you talkin’ about mama?” I asked, letting out a deep breath.
“I talked with Fallon and she told me about the whore you have working at your job. She has you neglecting your family? Really Marlo?” My mama screeched in a quipped tone.
“You don’t even like Fallon to be talking to her.”
On any day of the week my mama couldn’t stand Fallon.
I had never heard her say one fucking nice thing about Fallon the entire time she’d Fallon had been around.
My mama didn’t fuck with Fallon for one she was older than me and had been fucking with me since I was a little nigga.
My mama never missed a chance to speak on Fallon being nasty or calling her a predator.
If my mama needed more of a reason not to fuck with Fallon even more, she hated her because of how she’d been treating Mason.
That really sent my mama over the edge when it came to Fallon, I swear for a moment in time my mama only called Fallon that bitch.
The feelings were mutual cause Fallon didn’t fuck with my mama either.
My mama all of a sudden wanted to advocate for Fallon like they were friends.
“It doesn’t matter if I like Fallon or not. Right is right and wrong is wrong. That girl has given you three kids and fo-”
“Did she cause a the last few years you been screaming I needed to get Mallory tested? Didn’t you just say Braxton don’t look like me?” I asked her out on her bullshit. My mama couldn’t convince me she believed shit coming out of her own month.
“You still need to. But you’re in a relationship with Fallon and creeping around with another female. That is something that I’d expect from Maurice.”
“Don’t compare me to that nigga. I take care of mine,” I snapped at my mama.
“If it quacks like a duck, looks like a duck it must be a duck. Now I raised you better than what you’re running around doing with that little hussy. You need to fix your home and fire that homewrecking wench.”
“Solana ain’t did shit,” I mumbled as I exhaled deeply. I don’t think I would ever be okay with nobody speaking bad on Solana.
If anybody was innocent it was Solana and I wasn’t finna let nobody play with her name.
Mama or not she I needed her to respect Solana cause at the end of the day my mama didn’t know anything about Solana.
I loved my mama, but she was gonna be biased based on the shit she went through with my dad.
I knew how bitches could be, the went after niggas cause they saw how were with their girl and wanted that same treatment.
That wasn’t Solana, she didn’t want shit from me forreal.
That was one of the reasons I started fucking with her so tough.
Then shit just grew from there. I can admit my feelings for Solana were deeper than they should have been, but it was too late for me to change how I felt.
Even if I could change my feelings I didn’t want to, Solana made her mark on my life.
I wasn’t right if I didn’t get to see her at least once a day.
On the nights I had to sleep at home, I stayed up half the night thinking about her pretty ass.
I knew I had it bad when it came to Solana after I ate her pussy without at least getting my dick sucked.
To make matters worse I enjoyed eating her pussy so much I couldn’t stop eating her shit.
I felt like I was obsessed with Solana at times I felt like I couldn’t function if she wasn’t near.
This girl was consuming my mind, body, and soul.
As crazy as it sounded I didn’t want her to stop.
I had no desire to see Solana with another nigga.
Whenever I tried to picture Solana with a nigga that wasn’t me with her, I only pissed myself off.
I had to stop thinking about shit like that before I drove myself crazy.
I had to accept that I wanted to be with Solana and that was the only way I’d be at peace.
Despite what Mikael thought, I wasn’t suppressing my feelings.
I knew how I felt I was just trying to find the right way to end stuff with Fallon.
I didn’t want to leave her with a three month old and two little girls.
Hell, I really didn’t want to leave Mason in Fallon’s care, but I knew she would fight me tooth and nail to keep Mason from living with me.
It wouldn’t even be because she wanted Fallon to stay with her, Fallon was spiteful as fuck when she was mad.
If she could use Mason to hurt me she would.
Until I could make sure none of my kids were caught up in the mess that was to come from me leaving Fallon, I had to bide my time.
It was fucked up because no matter how it played out, or how shit would end, in the long run Fallon would get the short end of the stick.
I never wanted to be like my dad, but I was coming to terms with knowing I wouldn’t be able to only be Solana’s friend.
To be honest my feelings for Fallon had never been that deep.
If she had never had Mason she wouldn’t have been kicked her ass to the curb.
Fallon would never be my first choice in a female I would be with.
She was somebody I settled for because we shared kids and I didn’t want to repeat the cycle of my parents.
That was the most selfish shit I could do to myself and Fallon.
I could never be the man she deserves not because I couldn’t, I didn’t see her in that light.
When I looked at Fallon all I saw was just my baby mama.
Fallon deserved for a nigga to look at her and treat her like a queen.
Shit Mason and Mallory deserved to see Fallon being loved the right way, so they knew what to look for in a nigga when they got older.
My mama dramatically gasped into the phone. “How dare you defend another woman that isn’t your fiancé!” She scolded me making my lips curl.
The more I thought about how fuckin’ weird this shit was the more irritated I became with this entire phone call.
The fact that Fallon had said anything to my mama was rubbing me the wrong way.
I was feeling like Fallon had some sneaky shit going on.
Not once in the last thirty days did Fallon mention being bothered by anything I had been doing.
Lately the only thing we’d talked about lately were arrangements for the kids for the week.
Or if she wanted some dick and that had only been a few times.
Mainly on those days Solana would make my dick hard, and I couldn’t get to her the way I wanted so I had to settle for what I could.
Fallon stopped blowing my phone up and trying to get my attention like she was before.
I think she knew what was going on between us.
Fallon was far from dumb, she was either waiting on me to make my move, or she was getting her shit together so she could make her move.
I really wanted to be able to end things on good terms with Fallon.
So, we can co-parent our kids together, but I doubt that will happen.
Especially not with Fallon. I was making the most of Fallon’s nonchalant attitude, but I didn’t trust it and it seemed like Fallon was making her move involving my mama in our shit.
Knowing my mama was gonna take her side automatically because of the situation.
Kissing my teeth before I replied to my mama. “Fiancé? Yeah you and Fallon tripping. She gotta know a nigga ain’t in it no more to try to get you on her side.”