All I Want is that Hood Love 3 (3 page)

              “Girl, grandma wanted to keep her. She been over there since yesterday,” she said while grabbing him from my arms again to put him inside of the car seat and strap him in.

              “Oh okay,” I said.

              Meme helped me inside of the car as well. Meme didn’t have to come and pick me up from the hospital, but she did. She didn’t have to be this nice to me, but she was. Damn, I felt bad about swabbing Jamelia’s chubby little cheeks that day without her consent or knowledge. Lord knows I wasn’t myself when I did that shit, but the state of mind that I was in at the time had me fucked all the way up. Ain’t no telling what else I would have done.

              Since I was in the process of righting my wrongs, I had to let MeMe know what I had done, and hoped she’d forgive me for it. Instead of bringing it up right now in the car, I would just wait until we made it to my apartment. We needed to have this discussion in a comfortable space.

              “So let me guess…you already know what went down yesterday, huh?” I asked just to see if Mega had already told her.

              “Girl yeah. Me and Trigga went and bailed Mega’s ass out last night. He was too damn pissed. Hell, he still is. He crashed at my house last night, and when he woke up this morning and found out you were being released today, he sent me to pick you up.” She kept her eyes on the road as she drove.

              “How the hell did he know I didn’t have a ride home?” I asked her.

              “Well, apparently Jamel is still locked up, for whatever reason. Rock and Kira went out of town this morning, so he sent me.”

              Knowing that Mega still actually cared for me gave me a sense of relief. I mean if he didn’t care he wouldn’t have arranged for someone to pick us up right?

              “Oh…okay,” I replied as I thought about the events that transpired the day before.              

              Once Meme and I made it to my apartment, I invited her in. The mood between us was pretty awkward being that we haven’t been around each other like that in a while. You could tell there was an elephant in the room so it was only right for me to break the silence.

              “Meme, I have something that I need to tell you,” I said as I watched her play with the baby.

              “What’s up?” she asked without looking up at me.

              She remained focus on the baby the entire time. My mind quickly drifted away for a second, thinking about the reaction that Mega would have once he finally had the chance to see him.

              “Well, I know we never really had the chance to just sit down and talk about the situation between you and Jamel, and what took place that day at the hospital. I know you didn’t know that I was his wife, or else I’m sure you wouldn’t have given me the phone to call him, but the shit hurt me to my soul. Not just because it was you, but the fact that he had cheated on me period. I had so much faith in that nigga that I would’ve never thought that he would do some shit like that to me. I was fucked up over that shit for a while. Even after I got shot, I still had a lot of hatred in my heart and it led me to become selfish as hell. I was so selfish and petty that I went to Walgreens and purchased a DNA paternity test and swabbed Jamelia.” I paused for her reaction, but I was unable to read the expression on Meme’s face.

              “We good,” was all she said and I didn’t understand, but that’s definitely not what I was expecting from her.

              “We good? Is that all you have to say MeMe? I mean, are you mad at me?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Meme was acting as if it didn’t bother her one bit. I know that if the shoe was on the other foot, I would be ready to beat a bitch down for swabbing my damn baby!

              “Nah, I ain’t mad. I went out and bought one too,” she nonchalantly stated. 

              “So you mean to tell me that you knew Jamel wasn’t Jamelia’s father all along?” I asked.

              “I honestly didn’t know while I was pregnant. I felt like it was a strong possibility that it was his, but I wasn’t sure. I just wanted to be with Jamel so bad back then, but once I found out you were his wife that day in the hospital, I cut him off completely. The only ties we have with one another is Jamelia.”

              “But I don’t understand, because for real MeMe, Jamelia looked just like Jamel’s twin when she was born. She’s starting to look more like you now though,” I told her.

              “It’s about time somebody sees it. So what’s up with you and my brother?” she asked, quickly changing the subject.

              Meme and I chopped it up like old times and I gave her a rundown of everything that has been going on between Mega and me. She suggested that I give him a call and I agreed. Meme stayed with us for a few hours and then she left to go pick up Jamelia from Mrs. Mildred. That night, I laid my precious little boy in his crib and watched him sleep peacefully. I finally climbed in bed and decided to call Mega. I know that he had seen pictures of him because I let Meme take a few pictures of him with her phone while she was here, hoping that she would show him. After calling him numerous of times and being sent to the voicemail every time, I gave up and eventually drifted off to sleep.

              Smiling from ear to ear, I gazed at the screen on my phone. Meme had sent me a picture message of my son. My lil’ nigga looked every bit of me. I couldn’t wait to finally hold him in my arms. The situation between Taysia and I was crazy as fuck. Through it all I still cared for her though, which is why I sent MeMe to pick them up from the hospital. Looking at my son’s picture made me think about what we could’ve been. If only she would let her fucking guards down and shit.

              “Aww baby, he looks just like you,” Brittany said observing the picture as well from over my shoulder. We were in bed and she was laying behind me. She kissed me on my shoulder, rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom.

              My dick immediately grew to its maximum when I heard the shower come on. I dropped my boxers off at the bathroom door and made my way over to the shower. I began stroking my thick, long, shaft as I watched Brittany’s beautiful body through the shower door. Even though her body was amazing, it couldn’t compete with Taysia’s, but she was here at the moment and I was gonna make the best of it.

              The way she massaged her body with the Dove soap, created a tingling sensation in my dick. Once Brittany realized that I was jacking off to her silhouette, she smiled, turned around and continued to bathe as if I wasn’t even standing there, giving me more of what I was hungry for. Having enough of being teased, I slid back the shower door, stepped inside, and picked her up. With her legs wrapped around my waist, I slid my dick inside of her with no hands. That muthafucka was just that hard! She held on to me with her nails deep in my skin, ready to enjoy the ride.

              “Ahh, yeah. Oooh shit! Mega. Ahh…Ahh…Ahhh!!” she panted as I caressed the inside of her tummy with my magic wand.

              “You like that shit, huh bitch?” I went deeper as I held on to her ass, spreading her ass cheeks apart giving me nothing but full admission. I slipped my middle finger inside of her asshole.

              “Oooh shit! I love it baby!” she screamed.

              “Say you love this shit B,” I demanded while pounding inside of her ferociously. 

              “I love this shit. Ooooh! Fuck, I love this shit sooooo fucking much baby!” she moaned while licking inside of my ear.

              Holding her by her waist, I continued to slam her down on my wood. The only sounds heard were moans, the shower running, and our bodies connecting. Feeling myself about to cum, I pressed her back up against the shower wall and kissed her passionately, while taking slow, hard, thrusts inside of her.

              “Argh shit!” I groaned as I allowed my seeds to flow freely inside of her.

              My six weeks had come and gone, and I hadn’t heard from nor seen Mega. Jamel had been constantly blowing me up but I was just so over me and him, and I just wish he would let the shit go. The love was no longer there, and neither were we. Too much shit had altered our relationship and there just was no repairing it. Mega would send money, diapers, wipes, clothes, and shoes by Meme but I would send them right back. I wanted to accept them from him personally. It was pissing me the fuck off that he hadn’t even stopped by to see his son, nor called yet. He was using MeMe as the middle man.

              These had been the longest six weeks of my life, and now I was finally able to go out and do some things other than sit in the house all day. It took me forever to get myself ready, but once I finished myself I had to repeat the process all over again. After bathing my lil’ man, I rubbed him down with a bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby lotion, and put on his tiny little diaper. I grabbed the baby oil, lathered it in my hands and rubbed it through his soft curly hair, giving it more shine. He looked more and more like Mega, with each day that passed. I put him on a black Nike onesie that had a red Nike sign on the front. Then I threw on his red shorts and slipped him on some black socks with a pair of red and black LeBron’s.

              I placed him in his car seat, strapped it, and headed to the door with the car seat in one hand and my black leather Christian Dior purse, and Mickey Mouse baby bag in the other. Being a mommy was definitely a full-time job, and it was tiring as hell but I cherished every moment of it. I locked up my apartment and walked to my car. I was struggling like hell trying to get the car seat to fit in the back of my Bentley, but there was no way in hell I was going to get rid of it. So it looked like I would be car shopping real soon.

              Since relocating to Albany, I missed my hometown, so I decided to pay Cuthbert, Georgia a visit. My first stop was Mrs. Mildred’s house. I can only imagine the things she is going to say once she sees little De’Carlos. I tried calling Mega again as I had been doing for the past month, receiving the same result. I hoped and prayed he was at his grandma’s house, but when we pulled up and I didn’t see his car, I knew he wasn’t there. My heart was crushed to be honest, and it was bad enough that he wasn’t answering any of my calls nor texts. I didn’t want to seem like a stalker by stopping by his house but right now this was about our son, so I had no other choice. I got out of the car, grabbed the car seat, and the baby bag.

              “Mrs. Mildred!” I knocked and yelled through the screen door.               Mrs. Mildred came to the door with a smile brighter than a diamond. I could tell she had gotten use to walking without her cane because she was walking much better and faster. She looked as if she was doing pretty well, and physical therapy had helped her out tremendously.

              “Chile, what I done told you about knocking on my door! If it’s open come on in! You just like my grandchild…Awww looka dere. Y’all come on in.”

              She held the door open for us. Mrs. Mildred went and sat down in her favorite rocking chair and I sat down across from her on the couch.

              “No, ma’am! Chile, if you don’t get up and bring my grandbaby over here,” she demanded holding out her hands and I did as I was told. I couldn’t help but laugh as she examined my son’s face like she was some type of medical examiner.

              “Yep! He belongs to us alright. He looks just like Mega when he was a baby. Hell, he looks just like him now. Look at that one dimple. Ooohh chile! I’m so happy, I got me another great grandbaby!” Mrs. Mildred was filled with delight.

              “Has Mega been over here lately Mrs. Mildred?” I just had to ask.

              “Mmm hmm, as a matter of fact, he stopped by here late last night. I gave his black ass the business while he was here! Don showed up to my damn doorstep with some trot, or thot, however y’all youngins pronounce it!” she confessed. “Let me call him now and tell him to bring his ass back over here.” She reached for her house phone but I stopped her.

              “No…that’s okay Mrs. Mildred. I’ll see him later,” I told her. Mrs. Mildred had pretty much crumpled my lil’ spirit when she said that Mega had brought another female over to her house. For him to bring her to his grandmother’s house, whatever they shared had to be serious.

              “You sure baby? Cause I’ll call his clown ass right now! Ain’t that right Nanna’s man,” she said while playing with the baby. “Nanna gotta give you a nickname. Let me think of something…Oooh I know! We’ll call you DJ for De’Carlos Jr. Don’t make no sense how much you look like ya daddy! Tehehehe,” she laughed.

              Mrs. Mildred didn’t know that technically he wasn’t a junior because he didn’t have Mega’s last name, but I was cool with the name she had given him. I allowed her to spend time with DJ for a while and then it was time for us to go. I had text Mega once again and he still wouldn’t text me back.
This nigga got me fucked up!
I understand he was still mad and shit but it was time for us to act like the adults that we were and talk about this shit. Not to mention, those words he said to me when he walked out of my hospital room. I was still feeling some type of way about that.
What if he really meant that shit?
I just had to see him so that we could talk.

              By the time we left Mrs. Mildred’s house, DJ had fallen asleep that fast. I loved my son so much that I couldn’t help but watch him through the rearview mirror as we made our way to Mega’s house, or should I say his daddy’s house. A few of Mega’s cars were parked in his driveway, but that didn’t mean he was home because Mega had so many cars, you’d never know which one he was driving. I put the car in park and turned off the ignition. I hopped out and let the seat up so that I could get DJ out. I unstrapped him from his car seat, took him out, placed him on my shoulder, and made my way to the door. I rang the doorbell about three times. I knew someone was in there because I saw someone peeping through the blinds from the window upstairs. I wasn’t leaving until somebody came to the door so I rang the doorbell again. After about five minutes of waiting, I was about to pull out the key that Mega had given me to the house but the door came open.

              “What’s up?” he asked standing in the doorway with a pair of blue gym shorts on, white socks, and some black Nike flip-flops.

              “What’s up? Really Mega, that’s all you have to say is what’s up?”

              He shrugged his shoulders.             

              “I mean what else you want me to say.” I could tell he was still in his feelings.

              “Aren’t you gonna invite us in?” I asked looking at him as if he had lost his damn mind.

              “Nah, we can talk right here? So what’s up?” He folded his arms over his chest.

              I couldn’t help but admire him, but I really needed to talk to him about our son. The fact that I could see his love handles and a small peak of his pubic hair line wasn’t doing me any justice at all. He was making this shit harder than what it was.

              “Are you serious right now? That’s how it is Mega?” I asked as I stood in front of him with our son sleeping on my shoulder. I was standing there rocking him, while patting him on his back at the same time.

              “Damn right that’s how it is! Shit, you can’t blame nobody but yo’ self, Mrs. Lady. I tried, ya feel me? A nigga tried!”

              As bad as I didn’t want to admit it, he was right, he did try and it was all my fault, but still.

              “Really Mega? You really need to act like an adult right now! You’re mad at me, okay, I get that, but do you realize your son is right here on my shoulder and you won’t even allow us to come in your fuckin’ house! What type of bullshit is that?” Mega had me thirty-eight hot with his ass, and I was on the verge of snapping on that nigga!

              “Oh, he’s my son now?” He laughed, pointing his finger to his chest but I didn’t find a damn thing funny.

              “Mega, don’t fuckin’ play with me! You know he’s yours!” I yelled.

              “Shit, I’m not playing! Your entire pregnancy, you kept hollering he wasn’t mine, right? Correct me if I’m wrong ma. You made that shit perfectly clear that he ain’t mine!” he spat.

              “Whatever! Look at him Mega, look! He’s yours and you fuckin’ know it!”

              Mega was really trying me right now. Tears began to cover my face once again. I had become so tired of crying and shit that I felt like a damn crybaby. I hoped and prayed that this would be the last time that I shed a tear, especially over a fuckin’ man!

              “For all I know, I could’ve just been feeding him.” He grabbed his dick.

              I was just about to go the fuck off.

              “Mega!”
a female called his name in the background. I was trying my best to look past him to see what bitch he had up in his house.

              “Yeah! I’m downstairs. I’ll be up in a minute,” he yelled and turn his attention back to me.

              “Who the fuck was that Mega?” I asked, trying to look over his shoulder.

              “A friend,” he said.

              “A friend. What fucking friend? Let me see her. Move!” I said trying to brush past him trying to get in the house but he kept blocking me so that I couldn’t get by.

              “Girl, quit playing ni!” Mega chuckled blocking my way.

              “Get the fuck out the way Mega! This shit ain’t funny! Come down stairs bitch and show your face! What, Mega got you hiding out up there?” I said still trying to walk past him but he wouldn’t budge. Whoever he was fucking around with must’ve been trained well because she didn’t even respond.

              “Look Taysia, I don’t do drama. I told you she’s a friend of mine. We not ‘bout to do this. You didn’t want me, ma. I’m done with the back and forth shit! I’m doing me now. You told me a thousand times that this ain’t my baby, so now a nigga feel like he should get a blood test. Go ahead and set that up ASAP, but right now I gotta go.” Mega had cut me once again with his words.

              “YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU MEGA!!! FUCK YOU!!!” I screamed and DJ jumped in his sleep. I walked to my car and cried the whole way there. Mega followed behind me.

              “Taysia, wait up ma, I’m sorry yo, don’t act like that. Come here.” He grabbed my arm and I snatched it away from him.

              “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” I snapped.

              I strapped DJ in his car seat, and hopped in the driver’s seat. Mega wouldn’t let me close the door.

              “Get back out the car ma. Come on,” he demanded.

              I saw a chick standing at the door, and she then she suddenly walked away.

              “Yo’ bitch is at the door!” He looked up at the door and I quickly closed my door shut. I didn’t want to admit it but I had officially become a ‘baby mama’. I shook my head and started the whip. I needed to talk to Kira ASAP. I was so mad that my hands were shaking as I dialed her number.

              “What up hoe?” she answered while inhaling what I assumed to be a blunt. Kira had officially turned into a weed head. Thank God her contract was almost up and this was her last year teaching.

              “Where you at? I’m in Cuthbert,” I asked.

              “I’m at Rock’s house,” she exhaled.

              “Okay, I’m about to stop by.”

              “Cool.”