Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
ZINC
I was a lot of things, but a deadbeat wasn’t it.
It had been about a month since she told me about the baby.
My father wasn’t around and neither was my mother.
Was a nigga ecstatic? I wanted to be, but I was so pissed at my woman that I couldn’t be.
She really fucked a nigga head up with that stripping bullshit.
I knew it was my kid. I mean, I was in that pussy so much another nigga didn’t have a chance to be.
Seeing her at the wedding made me want to jump the broom myself. Hell, seeing her at the hospital only made a nigga concerned. All I wanted was her raggedy ass but nah, she had to get on a pole like that shit was cute.
“Aye Zinc, Chrome on the phone,” Lead called out.
“I got a phone. Tell him to hit me!” Next thing I knew, my cell was ringing. I chuckled and answered with a smile. I missed my brother. “What it doo, foo?”
“Yo’ reckless ass been chilling or what? I got to have them niggas duct tape yo’ ass down or something?”
He gained a hearty laugh from me. I knew he was gon’ check on that first. “Nah, I been in the crib. I’m straight.”
“Cool. What’s new with you and sis;? Y’all fixed that shit yet?” I knew he was gon’ get straight to the point of his call. He wasn’t a patient nigga the way he portrayed to be.
“Fixed what? It ain’t shit to fix. She decided to lie and taint what we had. It ain’t on me to fix a bitch ass thing.”
“You right, but like Steel asked me, it hurt yo’ pride to reach out first or something? What makes you think another nigga won’t console her and fix shit for you?”
“That’s my bitch, and I know my bitch better than she know herself. She ain’t going nowhere, especially carrying a nigga seed. She got a lesson to learn. I ain’t fuckin’ with her right now, though.”
“Oh, you think you bigger than the program. Nigga, the dynamics change when a kid involved. I almost lost mine, don’t end up in my shoes.
You acting like she ain’t told yo’ goofy ass from jump that she ain’t want kids.
Sis’ stand on business. She ain’t like Fade.
You might want to get yo’ shit together before you lose it permanently or to another man. ”
“The fuck is you, a therapist or some shit now? Onyx ain’t even on that type of timing. She knows better than to try me like that.”
“That ain’t what I heard. Be careful with that tough guy shit.
It’s gon’ break yo’ lil’ heart when yo’ family pop out on another nigga arm.
We don’t move like that, and I wouldn’t expect you to be mirroring yo’ people mistakes.
They weren’t around, bruh. You trying to give yo’ kid the same treatment? ”
“Nigga fuck you!” I shouted. His response hit a soft spot. A spot I never let heal.
“I’m flattered but I’ll pass. Get the fuck off my phone and go handle yo’ business,” he said disconnecting the call seconds later.
I couldn’t lie, the conversation me and Chrome had fucked my head up. I wasn’t expecting him to come with shit like that. I figured it was a simple check in, but I should’ve known Onyx would confide in Kosha. Sis’ was her lifeline outside of me.
My parents weren’t caregivers, nurturers, providers, protectors, none of that shit.
They were selfish and forgetful. I was forgotten on more than one occasion.
My mother tried to give me that bullshit about stripping to keep the house together, but she was only doing what she wanted to do.
My father walked out before a nigga could learn his name, so she was all I had.
He dropped the ball, and she followed behind him.
All I had was me, and I thugged that shit the fuck out until I met Chrome.
If it wasn’t for Steel and Neon showing me what the fuck real parents looked like, I would never know.
Did that short ass nigga have a point? Hell yeah.
I wasn’t ‘bout to let a soul do for mine when I was fully fuckin’ capable.
Onyx not wanting kids, it didn’t register while I was cussing her ass out at the hospital.
A nigga was lowkey still embarrassed and hurt that she was stripping.
I bragged about that woman different, so it fucked with me.
I wasn’t gon’ deny that. Most of my peaceful moments came from her so I knew what I had. A nigga was just pissed the fuck off.
The longer I sat there in thought, the more Chrome’s words ate at me.
Permanently or on another nigga arm, huh?
We all knew that Onyx wasn’t gon’ make it a day ‘round this muthafucka if she chose the latter. Her and whatever nigga she chose was gon’ meet the OG together.
However, her losing it permanently wasn’t really soothing a nigga either.
I wanted everything that woman offered, and a child wasn’t in the plans but now that it was, I wanted that plus more.
Releasing a deep laugh, I stood grabbing the keys to my bike off the coffee table.
I fucked around at the clubhouse for far too long.
I was doing any and everything to avoid facing my fuckin’ problems. I guess I ain’t have a choice but to man up and go settle this shit ‘cause I was gon’ be sick if I lost her pretty ass for real.
I walked out the front door and didn’t stop moving until I was mounting Bumblebee.
The key was inserted, and I was on my way out the hood.
Myers Park wasn’t too far from the condos Onyx resided in.
However, it was midafternoon, and the traffic was bananas.
The normal fifteen-minute drive turned into thirty.
I gave no complaints as the sun tanned my skin. I was on a mission.
Finally making it to Lakeview Condominiums, I parked in my usual space and headed upstairs.
I knew Onyx didn’t change shit about the passcodes simply because she was a woman of her word.
She granted me access and swore I had that as long as I loved her.
Well, a nigga ain’t stopped doing that shit.
I was still very much in love with her ass and had been since she called out a nigga name.
I made my way to her floor with no problem and was able to access her condo with my key.
Smirking, I opened the door to boxes piled along the wall.
It was cases of diapers and wipes and other shit the baby would need.
It warmed a nigga heart knowing she wasn’t gon’ let our bullshit fuck up what we made.
Her preparing for it said a lot. Whatever Kosha put in her ear, I was grateful for it.
The crib was silent, and I wondered if she was even home.
I followed the trail of boxes that led down her hall to her bedroom.
When I peeped my head inside, she was sprawled across the bed curled up.
Seeing her relaxed like that made a nigga miss her even more.
Damn, Zinc. Get yo’ bitch and sit the fuck down.
I started removing my clothes and crawled in bed beside her afterwards.
She was a woman who preferred sleeping with no restraints, so I knew she was butterball in this muthafucka.
She was a heavy sleeper as well so I was able to adjust both of us so I could hold her comfortably.
A soft moan was released as she settled in my arms. I was thanking OG repeatedly for letting her be a real woman out here and not no bum ass, ghetto ass hoe.
Soft kisses were applied to her face as I tried to wake her up.
Being able to do that comforted a nigga, believe it or not.
I wasn’t trying to fuss with her no more.
I was sure she had a solid excuse as to why she was in that muthafucka.
I just wasn’t trying to hear it at the time.
Like Chrome said, when a baby is involved, the dynamics of the relationship changes and so do the bond.
“Wake up for me, Ma,” I voiced leaving a trail of kisses down the side of her face.
“ Mmmm ,” she groaned. She wanted me to stop but I couldn’t. I missed her too much.
“I need to get some shit off my chest, and I need you to hear it. Wake up, Mama.” It took her a minute to realize what was happening but when she came to, she gave me her ass to kiss like I knew she would.
“Muthafucka, I know good and goddamn well you not in my shit right now.” She tried to push her way out my arms and I held her even tighter. “Get the fuck off of me and get the fuck out my house, Nahmari.”
“If you ain’t want me to have access to you, you would’ve changed your codes by now. You was waiting on me to fall through this bitch.”
“Why the fuck would I be waiting on a nigga that ain’t mine? Better yet, why the fuck would I be waiting on a nigga that said go pin my child on someone else? I didn’t stutter once. Get the fuck out my house!” she yelled.
This time she was able to successfully push her way out my arms. She wasn’t able to go nowhere, though. I pulled her ass right the fuck back down and in bed with me. I wasn’t done holding her ass. If I was being honest, my soul had just settled.
“I’m sorry, aight?”
“Let me go, Nahmari. I don’t really give a fuck about yo’ apology. You said fuck me so stand on that.”
“I’d rather stand up in it.” I flipped her over to her stomach and hiked her ass up. That pussy was looking at a nigga and I knew she missed me. I wanted all that creamy shit coating my dick. It had been over a month since I been inside her.
“Fuck no!” she said trying to crawl away. I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her back to me. “I’m not fuckin’ yo’ disrespectful ass. Don’t touch me. Ain’t that what you told me?”
I used my body to pin her down. She felt good under a nigga, I couldn’t lie. Onyx was a woman you would naturally miss when her presence wasn’t around. I put myself through torture, but I damn sure wasn’t ‘bout to continue to do so. I was manning the fuck up and she was gon’ let me.