Page 42 of Royce
“Aye, y’all come and take all these bags to my car,” I shouted.
Three niggas ran inside and started grabbing whatever they could hold. They made two trips each before everything was fully loaded. I was back in my shit heading one way to the house. I smiled when I thought about what was waiting on me. I ain’t never had a reason to be home so damn much. My Baby had to understand; she was making that muthafucka a home for me. It was more peaceful than it ever been.
Out of all the women residing in the Springs, she was the only one I wanted permanently. Aside from the contract, I saw myself actually having a real marriage with her. She gave me a lot of pushback, but she also gave in to me just as much. She could sort out her feelings, but I was standing on business behind everything I said. She wouldn’t ever belong to anyone else.
I was back on the road to the house. I fully expected Pres to keep his word and beat me there. Filling them with designer bags and cash was the perfect push gift. Plus, I wanted her to feel appreciated. Nah, I wasn’t the one that got her pregnant, but a nigga was thankful that she allowed me time with her kids.
By the time I got to the crib, it was a lil’ after the hour and a half I said it would take for me to get back. Her cars were here though and wrapped beautifully. I parked beside them and grabbed the main set of keys from my cupholder. I then popped the trunk and unloaded the bags evenly distributing them intoboth cars. The duffel bag full of money was split between the purses that were purchased. I needed her to understand I was for real about making her feel special and loving her the correct way.
“Is this for your girl in there?” Heidi’s voice beamed on the left side of me. She had a crib on the compound, too. However, she was on the right which meant she was coming from my parents’ crib. Their shit sat smack dead in the middle of everything.
“Yeah. She been handling shit with the kids, so I just want to give her something to make her feel seen.”
“I don’t think she likes me, Royce. What have you told her about me?” she inquired.
Laughing in her face wasn’t something I intended to do. I knew for a fact, My Baby wasn’t fuckin’ with Heidi. Her jealousy showed whenever Heidi’s name was brought up. She wanted to act like we weren’t shit but strangers, yet she showed the same possessiveness I did. She didn’t like another woman close to me.
“I ain’t told her shit. She seen you at the visits a few times and assumes you’re one of my women and okay with her being here. She crazy, I’m trying to tell you,” I said shaking my head.
“You told her what the deal was between us, right? Royce, we don’t even play like that, not even a little bit.”
“You ain’t saying shit I don’t already know. She ain’t ask, so I ain’t tell. I don’t think she’ll believe me though.”
“And why not? She’s living in your house for the next what, four weeks? Don’t leave that girl in the dark about some mess that’s not true. Women don’t like that, Royce, we like reassurance. Assure that girl that she’s the only one you’re interested in because if you don’t, it’s going to be hard to get her to love you. Trickin’ on her won’t do it, trust me.”
I heard what she was saying but right now, this was the move. I could reassure her afterward if she wanted to talk. I knew thiswas for her and only her. All I was fishing for was a genuine reaction from her. The life I lived was a luxurious one, and I was sure she’d never experienced any treatment like this before.
“It ain’t trickin’ if you got it. You ain’t listen to shit Mullage said back in ’09, huh? Put yo’ listening ears on.”
“You need help. I’m heading home. Your lady shouldn’t be stressed out during this time and now that I know my presence does, I will be over less frequently. I’ll text you later.” She walked off but not before punching me in the arm. I was glad she left before I called My Baby out here.
Once I was done, I called her phone. She answered with a groggy voice. Now I was feeling bad that I woke her up.
“Yes Royce.”
“I just got home, baby. Were you sleeping?” This shit could wait if she was.
“I might’ve dozed off waiting for you. Why are you calling me if you’re here?”
“’Cause I had something for you, but it can wait. I’m walking through the door now. I’ll be to you in a second.” Hanging up, I closed the car door and headed inside. She could get it all later. It wasn’t going nowhere.
As soon as I stepped inside, CJ came riding through the foyer in his car. Pops was right about this lil’ nigga running him ragged. He didn’t have that muthafucka yesterday, but he did today along with two others lined up against the wall. Just spoiled as hell. They did the same thing with me.
“Royce!”
“I see you riding real clean. What? You trying to be like me?” He was rolling in a black and white Rolls Royce. He looked like a younger me in that thang.
“Un huh!” he said nodding wildly with a big smile on his face.
“My man.” I extended my hand for him to slap it, and he hit it as hard as he could. “Where’s Mommy and Granny?”
“He rolling with me today,” Striker chimed coming around the kitchen corner. CJ had no idea he was with the wrong nigga. Uncle Striker was gon’ teach him some ruthless shit.
“Nigga, where my mama or Pops? He don’t need to be with you at all.”
Striker laughed, and said, “Ma in the kitchen. She just cooked for yo’ lil’ family and whatnot. That lil’ baby you got, she beautiful, bro’. I swear she look just like sis but with yo’ complexion. She did good.”
“I been trying to tell y’all lil’ mama a real live baby doll. I ain’t ever letting her out my sight and this lil’ nigga here gon’ protect her, too. Ain’t that right, CJ?”
