Gills
Not telling mama about Jourdell slipped my mind when she slipped my manhood into her mouth. Anything I had to say was sucked away. I didn’t need head from Journei, but since she supplied it, I wasn’t turning her away ever again.
I could tell it was her first time, but if it was a prize for amateur dome, she got it. Her teeth scraped a few times, but that was nothin’ a lil’ practice couldn’t fix. Her mouth was as wet as her canal, and I loved it.
She walked around the house upset with me as we got ready. She felt like I was springing this on her, but her head simply made me forget. I didn’t remember myself until the chef showed up.
Her frustration was understood. Givin’ Jourdell a chance was somethin’ she had just thought on doin’, and with him coming over for dinner, it kind of seemed rushed. Those weren’t my intentions.
“My daughter better not come out with no attitude. I tell you that!” I yelled from the shower.
“Nigga, fuck you. You’re lucky if I even allow your sneaky ass to see my fuckin’ daughter!”
One thing she wasn’t goin’ to continuously do was threaten my time with my child. That pissed me off each time she tried to take it away. That was gettin’ nipped in the bud.
I finished up my shower, walking out bare and wet. I didn’t bother to wrap up, because Journei needed some straightening right then and there. I found her in the closet in just her panties, leaning against the wall with her head back and eyes closed.
Whatever she was in her head about was about to be cut short. My hand was around her throat before she could take her next breath. On impact, her eyes sprang open, and I could see the fear behind them.
I wasn’t there to scare her, but she needed to understand every word I was about to say. My child wouldn’t be used in any bull junk we had goin’ on.
“I love you, and because of that, I show you the utmost respect. However, if you threaten me with my child again, I promise you you’ll be sharing a grave with yo’ ex-wife. Am I clear?”
I didn’t stumble over my words, nor did I mumble. They came out at a perfect tone and clear. I wasn’t playin’ about my child. She had me messed up on every level with that one.
She slowly nodded, and I was satisfied. I released my grip and wiped the tear that fell. Like I said, I wasn’t there to scare her, but I wasn’t to be tested either.
Placing my lips on top of hers, I parted her lips with my tongue. Regardless of how she was feeling, she let me in. Her moans flowed from her throat to mine, making me rise to her cry for pleasure.
My hand trailed from her throat to her breasts to fondle with her nipples. I loved that woman, and just because I had to check her didn’t mean the attraction stopped.
I broke the kiss and backed away. We exchanged stares until I smiled, causing her to break and laugh. I was glad that we didn’t wallow in that area for long. I loved the good time we could have.
“I’m sorry, baby. I just don’t know what to expect. I’m not mentally prepared for him,” she said, letting her nervousness show.
“This yo’ show, mama. If it’s not goin’ the way you want it to, end it. I won’t make you converse longer than you want.”
“Promise?”
I closed the gap and kissed her firmly. “Anything I say, I stand on. It’s yo’ world tonight.”
With that, we got dressed and made our way downstairs. The chef was finishing up with plating when I heard a car pull up. Well, we couldn’t not hear it with how loud it was rattling.
I saw a figure walking toward the door, so I tried to beat them there. I snatched the door open, and there stood Jourdell with his hand in motion to knock. He looked to be someone’s grandpa in that polo and slack get-up.
I stepped outside on the porch to have a quick word before he officially met his daughter. There were some ground rules I had to let be known. He wasn’t about to step foot in my crib and get outside his body period.
“My woman won’t be disrespected not once.
You won’t touch her unless she makes the gesture.
You goin’ to listen to everything she has to say and understand her point of view.
She already nervous, so don’t make it worse.
Answer her truthfully, and last but not least…
steal anything from my crib and watch you not make it to see the light of day. ”
I opened the door and extended my arm for him to enter. I was goin’ to keep my eyes on him from the moment he entered ’til the time exited.
He didn’t need to acknowledge what I said, because I knew he heard me. Jourdell knew of Pastor Gills, but Hades was the person he should’ve done a background check on.
Once inside, I led him to the dining area. Journei wasn’t seated at the table when we arrived, so I had to go hunt her down. I offered him the seat closest to the door. If put out, he wouldn’t have to walk far.
“Have a seat. Let me go get her.”
He took a seat, and in walked mama with a smile on her face. I didn’t know if she was masking her true feelings or what. I reached for her hand, which she gladly gave, and walked around to the opposite side of the table.
When we sat, her hand immediately cuffed my thigh. She did that when her nerves were off the chart. Touching me in some shape or form put her at ease.
I said a quick prayer over the food and dug in. That meeting was for them, not me. I wasn’t about to starve for nobody. Jourdell and Journei both began eating shortly after. Silence filled the room for quite some time until Jourdell spoke.
“Spot, I—”
“That’s not my name.” Mama cut him off before he could even get started.
His eyes shot over to me, and I ignored the stares. I said my piece before he walked up in there. I wasn’t repeating myself.
“Sorry. The first thing I want to do is apologize. No number of apologies or excuses will change what I did. I was ill and needed help. Prison gave me time to change and think about my wrongs. I hurt you by hurting your mother and carry around my own burdens for that. I don’t know if you’ll ever give me a genuine chance, but I’m askin’ that you do. ”
His words actually seemed to be sincere. Journei squeezed my thigh a few times before she cleared her throat to respond. I was being used as her calming tool.
“I don’t like you, and I damn sure don’t love you, but I no longer hate you.
If it wasn’t for this man sittin’ beside me, you wouldn’t be in my presence.
You want a second chance with me, but that has to be earned.
I won’t give you shit if the effort isn’t there.
I’m not that thirteen-year-old girl that you can abuse whenever you feel like it. ”
“And he better understand it,” I chimed in.
“However long it takes to earn you back, then I’m here for it. I just want to be in your life and what it seems to look like my grandchild’s life as well.”
Mama nodded and handed over a folded piece of paper. “This is my number. You can call or text it whenever you like. I won’t meet up with you anywhere until I feel comfortable. Respect my wishes and we can continue to try this bond thing.”
I was proud of her for handling him in a respectful manner. He was probably thinking the worst, but she dismissed that with her kindness.
We engaged in general conversation over dinner. It was dessert that brought on the real questions and answers. Surprisingly, Jourdell answered every single one of them.
“What made you start hittin’ me?”
“You reminded me of Yonei. Your personality is all her. I felt like I was being haunted by her through you.”
“Why did you hit my mother?”
“Yonei found out about the other women that I was entertaining and threatened me multiples time to take you and leave. I wasn’t goin’ for it.”
“If you wanted to be a hoe, why keep my mother in somethin’ that made her miserable? Why not let her be happy with someone else? You weren’t treatin’ her right.” Her questions were on a roll.
“I was selfish, Spot.”
“That’s not my fuckin’ name!” That time, she yelled and slammed her hand down on the table.
“Force of habit. I’m sorry, Journei.” He looked at me as I looked at him. “It’s pretty late. I’m goin’ to go ahead and leave.” He wiped his mouth and stood. “Thank you, Pastor. So… Journei, I’ll talk to you later.”
I stood to walk him out. Dinner went smoother than I thought it would.