Page 54 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
“Look at us Kisha,this ain’t even us. We don’t argue and shit but lately that’s all we’ve been doing. You almost act like you’re trying to push me in the arms of another bitch. So fucking what if she likes me, or text me some bullshit. I’ve checked her ass over and over; I don’t entertain that fucking girl. You want her fired? Holla at Demond cause he pays her; not me, and I don’t pay her cause I didn’t agree to that shit.”
“Maybe I should payher a visit my damn self then.” I hissed.
“I wish you would.”He replied. “Don’t you see your stomach? You better not do anything crazy Kisha, you’re about to be a mother now.”
I sat down just staringat him. I couldn’t believe my hormones were fucking with me this bad, but I couldn’t control it. I watched him throw his jacket on, grab his keys and place his hand on the knob to walk out.
I hopped up.“Where you going now? You just got here.”
“I need a fucking drink Kisha,you bout to drive a nigga crazy.” He said looking worn out. “You want anything on my way back?”
I toned it down a little. “No.”I said a little softer wishing they he’d stay. He looked me in my eyes seeing the disappointment on my face but that didn’t stop him from walking out leaving me standing there. Since it was nothing left to do, I went into the room and fell asleep on my back. It was only midnight but still, I was bored with nothing to do, and I couldn’t drink so, there was my night.
Not even fifteenminutes later I heard the key to the lock turning in the front door. I knew it was Meek, so I pretended as though I was sleeping. He crept his way in the room and took off his jacket and shoes putting them in the closet before getting comfortable. Since it was dark as hell, he couldn’t see me staring at him. When I noticed him walking to my side of the bed, I quickly closed my eyes. I felt his presence standing over me. He took one hand placing it on my belly before leaning down kissing it and walked out.
I couldn’t sleepafter that, so I waited about another thirty minutes and walked out there to check on him. He had his feet kicked up on the couch watching a movie and drinking straight out of the Hennessy bottle. He knew I was standing there without looking at me. “Come here.” He said.
I slowly walkedover to him standing in front of him. He gently pulled me down on the couch with him and pulled the blanket up over my body kissing my forehead after. He didn’t have to tell me he loved me; he was showing it, and I knew this. The last thingI wanted to do was run him away. It seemed like this pregnancy was causing so many different emotions within myself; from my past up until now and even being paranoid feeling as though I was no good for the only nigga that every showed me any kind of real love. Meek.
The next morning,he was up bright and early going to handle business and I was going to get fitted for my little cap and gown. I was in a better mood today and thankful for it too. I called Meek before I left. “I just wanted to tell you to have a great day baby, and I love you.”
“I love you too baby,send me a picture of you with the stuff on when you get there.” He said.
“I will.”I hung up and was greeted with a knock on the door. It was way too early for company but when I checked the peephole, Victoria was standing there. I wanted to run.
“Don’t checkthe peephole and leave me standing out here!” She yelled through the door. “Open up child! I come in peace today.”
She was lyingthrough her damn teeth, she never came in peace. I took a deep breath and unlocked the door. When I swung it open, she was standing there with a handful of bags filled with baby shit.
“What’s this?”I asked.
She welcomedherself in and sat the bags on the floor before looking at my stomach. “Well.” She said. “Since you’re pregnant with my grandchild and I would love to be a part of his life then I guess I better give you an official apology.” She smiled showing her ghetto fabulous and Sunday’s best smile she could put on. “I’m sorry Kisha, I apologize, and I want to start over. I’m trying to do right by my son, and I didn’t know how to do that with you in the way as a distraction. I hope you can forgive me, but I’d love to be around to help with my grandchild. It’ll help me mend the hole I’m feeling for not doing right by Meek.”
My heart was justas big as Meek’s which was both of ours blessing and curse. How could I say ‘no’ after that? I accepted her apology and prayed like hell I wasn’t making a mistake.
CHAPTER 22
This was the first night I’d been out in a long ass time; a nigga was so consumed with Kisha and work that I wasn’t having any type of fun lately and that wasn’t what was up. Demond decided to drag me out with his ass to club Liv on the beach and right after that we went back to the hood so we could vibe at the strip club and get a couple of dances while we were there. It was after 3am but I told Kisha don’t wait up for me cause I was about to be out for a while and I was glad when she didn’t trip, or at least I thought she didn’t. Since I rode with Demond, I left my car keys home accidently leaving my front door key on the ring as well. I knocked on the door and waited. Five minutes later and she still hadn’t let me in. I called her phone, and she sent me to voicemail, not once but twice.
I was tootipsy to deal with this shit tonight. “Her fucking hormones are wilding again, let me crash at yo crib tonight.” I said getting back in the Bentley he was driving and closed the door.
Demond chuckled.“Can’t live wit’em and can’t live without’em.”
“Yeah,yeah, yeah. Stop to the corner store, a nigga is hungry.”
I ran insideand grabbed some shit to hold me over for the rest of the night. I wasn’t even mad at Kish; that shit turned me on when she got stubborn and held her ground. If she walked her ass in the house after 5am I probably wouldn’t have let her ass in either. We were halfway to the house when we saw the bright lights flashing behind us.
“Shit.”Demond mumbled. “There go them blue berries and cherries.”
I snapped my seatbelt on.“We didn’t even do shit.” I said.
“Stay cool.”He told me.
I pulledout my phone and set that bitch to record before placing it on the side of the door in the handle. “Nigga, these motherfuckers killing niggas every other day and you want me to chill on this dark ass road. I’m supposed to panic.”
Demond rolledthe window down as the white officer approached the driver’s side holding his flashlight in our face. “Can I help you officer?” Demond ask.
“License and registration please.”He asked with a hard face. He gripped the flashlight so tight his knuckles were a different shade of white.
