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I checked my phone, which was on its last leg before dying, to see that it was now visiting hours.
Since Paige dropped me off, I had been here at the hospital sleeping in the waiting room.
I knew it was some bum shit, but I didn’t feel alone as Indigo and London sat in the chairs across from me.
When I glanced at her, she looked like she hadn’t slept in days.
I could tell she was out of it, and I could only imagine what she was feeling.
I got up from the chair and walked over toward her.
Her sad, empty eyes looked up at me, “You want something to drink or anything?” I asked.
She shook her head as tears filled her eyes. “I just want him to come home,” she mumbled as she quickly wiped her eyes.
“Is it that bad?” I asked.
She didn’t say anything, but broke down into full sobs. I placed my hand on her shoulder, “Bop is strong, he will pull through. I’m going to see if they will let me back there now.”
I walked toward the nurse’s desk to ask if I could see him. The nurse looked at her watch and replied, “Yes, follow me.”
She came around and led the way. When she stopped in front of the door, she gave me a tight-lipped smile and walked away.
I entered the room, and as soon as I saw him lying there, I shook my head.
I thought about how this could have been me.
However, it was Bishop who stopped me from doing something that would have put Keith in the position of Indigo.
I moved toward his side. “Bishop, nigga, I’m sorry,” I started.
“You’ve got to pull through, you have to.
You got a shorty out there losing her mind and a dog that knows only you. ”
I wasn’t sure what to say. This shit had Naheem written all over it, and if I couldn’t do anything in this situation, the least I could do was find Naheem.
I slowly backed out of the room. As I made my way back down the hall, the sound of Keith’s voice exuded from the waiting area.
“What the fuck happened to him!” he shouted.
I rushed toward him, “Keith, calm down. Bishop is strong; he’s going to pull through.”
Keith shoved me off of him, “Nah, man, Bish-Bishop is like a father to me,” he cried.
That shit stung, but I understood. I pulled Keith in for a hug, but he wouldn’t allow me to comfort him. “Get the fuck off me! You don’t understand, Kareem, you will never understand!” he shouted.
“Fuck is that supposed to mean. Huh?” I snapped.
Keith turned his back on me and sobbed. I slowly nodded because if I didn’t know before, I knew now, my brother’s head was in an entirely different place.
The brother I knew was gone, and this new nigga had taken over.
I didn’t even bother to say another word; instead, I left the hospital.
I needed a friend right now, and Beans wasn’t it.
I took the bus and made a few stops before I arrived in the area. I walked four blocks to her house.
When I stepped into the driveway, I saw a lady staring at me through the window. It had to be her mother. I was waiting for her to come out yelling and screaming, but to my surprise, she smiled and nodded.
When I approached the guest house, I knocked on the door and waited for her to answer. She didn’t take long before she opened it. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her silk short-set pajamas fit her perfectly. When she saw me standing there with the bag in hand, she smiled.
“A nigga can buy you breakfast now,” I told her.
“I thought—”
“You thought what? I like you, Morgan. I’ve never dealt with a woman like you, and you make a nigga feel good. Now, are you going to eat this breakfast or what?”
She laughed as she grabbed the bag out of my hand, but not before pulling at my shirt, bringing me inside her crib. She planted a sweet kiss on my lips. “I missed you,” she muttered.
I looked at her, “I missed you too, baby.”
Morgan was like an escape from what she called Loch Ness. She gave me a sense of peace I couldn’t get out there, so the tiny moments I got with her, I appreciated. She set the bag on her counter as she dug inside, nibbling on the eggs and bacon. “I need to find somebody,” I told her.
She stared at me curiously. “Who?”
I started to tell her, then I held off. My goal wasn’t to pull her into the bullshit, but to keep her from it. I ran my hand through my hair, “Don’t worry about it. Let a nigga serve you up real quick. I got some shit to do, and before I can be comfortable, I need to handle it.”
She slowly walked over and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I will let you serve me up if you make me a promise,” she said before she kissed me.
My forehead landed on her chin, “I don’t like making promises, but I’m listening.”
She lifted my head to force me to look at her, “I want you to spend Christmas with my family and me. I want you to meet them.”
I shook my head, “Rich Girl, I don’t think I’m a family meeting ass nigga.”
She kissed my forehead, nose, and then my lips. “Kareem, you are deserving of the things you think you are not,” she paused. “Like a real relationship.”
I smirked. “Oh, so you want to be in a relationship with me, is what you’re saying?”
She shrugged as she pulled away. “I mean, if it’s in the stars.”
I removed my coat, then my shirt. “A nigga can see it in the stars,” I told her as I had now picked her up, carrying her to the island and laying her down.
A sexy laugh came from her lips. “This is cold, put me down.”
“Nah, a nigga needs breakfast,” I told her as I stuck my hand in the bag, pulling out the syrup packs.
I held the syrup pack in between my teeth as I removed her silk shorts. I allowed her legs to rest over my shoulders. I opened the pack and drizzled it over her pussy. I bowed my head. “Amen!” I said before my mouth wrapped around her pretty ass pussy.
The way my tongue lapped around her clit, I began to get lost in it.
I was eating her inside out. Between the stickiness of the syrup and her nectar, it was a messy, good time.
I ate her pussy because I wanted to. I ate her pussy because she had been so patient, and I ate her pussy because I knew she was my person.
Morgan was everything, and although I had little money, the things I could not provide financially in the moment, a nigga was going to make up in other ways, and if it meant pleasing her, then so be it.