Page 19 of Paranormal Love From an Immortal Thug
Minutes turned to hours, and the day flew by. I ignored every call and email. I chose to stay in the moment, and I loved that for me. We stayed hugged up on the couch watching movies, eating, smoking, and enjoying each other’s company. Then, out of nowhere, the lights and TV shut off, and I leaped onto his lap.
Khalid chuckled. “Relax. I gotchu, scary ass.”
“No, that voodoo lady put a little something extra in that potion. What are we gonna do if something happens?”
He reached over, grabbed the blunt from the ashtray on the coffee table, and sparked it. “We roll up, we stay calm… and if a spirit try to pull up…” He kissed my forehead, pulled back slowly, eyes dark and deadly. “…then we fuck that nigga up. Shit, we in this together. Whatever come knockin’, baby.”
I held his stare, my pulse racing. “You sure you’re ready for all of this?”
He grinned slowly before hitting the blunt. “Been betrayed and left for dead. As much as I wanna spin on them niggas who got me, I know this is my second chance at shit. This the first time I feel alive in a long ass time. Whatever’s out here better be ready forus.” He drew me in closer, and I lay my head on his shoulder, exhaling deeply. This felt like a whole new beginning.
KHALID
Nine months later
Id o n eb e e nthrough some shit for real. I been betrayed, killed, buried, and resurrected, but nothing had my heart pounding like hearing Wednesday screaming in that delivery room.
“Push, Wednesday! One more big push!” the doctor said, all cheerful like this shit was easy.
I was trying to stand tall next to her, be that strong, supportive nigga she needed, but my knees were weak as hell, palms sweating like a rookie on his first lick. Wednesday had a death grip on my hand and a mouth on her that could’ve scared Lucifer himself.
“Y’all better get this big-headed-ass baby outta me before I slap every last one of you!!! Ahhhh!!!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Lowering myself, I whispered in her ear, “Come on, ma, you got this. You done took demon dick from the afterlife and survived. You can handle this.”
She turned her head, hair stuck to her face, and glared at me with murder in her eyes. “Shut the fuck up, Khalid, before I cut off your nuts!”
Yeah… I shut up.
But damn, she was beautiful. Even with her face all red, sweating, and cussing everybody out, she was still the finest woman I’d ever laid eyes on. Before Wednesday, I didn’t have shit but a restless soul. Now I had a woman, a future, and a son about to make his grand entrance into the world. When that cry finally broke through the air, I swear my heart cracked open. My whole chest burned. I’m talkin’ thug tears. The kind that hits hard and doesn't fall quiet.
The doctor smiled. “He’s here!”
They held him up, fists balled like he was ready to square up with the world. “That’s mine,” I muttered under my breath, hand covering my mouth. “That’s my lil’ man…”
Later that day, the room was in chaos. Wednesday’s girls had packed in like it was a damn girls' night in. Lenora was crying, Chia was recording, and Kadie was already claiming godmama rights before my son even had a social security number.
“Why does it look like he already got a lineup, though?” Lenora said, snapping pics. “He looks like he's ready to step outside in designer Pampers.”
Wednesday laughed, soft and sleepy, brushing her fingers over our son’s head. “Leave it up to his father, he’s gonna have waves by Thanksgiving, watch.”
“Who’s the godmama?” Kadie asked. “Me, right? Y’all know I been manifesting this moment.”
“Bitch, please,” Chia said. “You couldn’t manifest your period last month.”
I turned from the window, shaking my head. “Can y’all keep it down? This is a recovery room, not Club NICU.”
“Boy, hush,” Wednesday said, rolling her eyes but smiling. “Let them argue. They’re aunties now.”
I sat next to her, leaning forward to get a better look at my son. KJ. Khalid Jr. My legacy. His little brown face was perfect. His hair was curly, his lips were full, and his nose was the same as mine.
“He looks just like you,” she murmured, still staring at him. “But hopefully he takes after me.”
“Nah,” I smirked. “I need him to survive, don’t I? Lil’ nigga gon’ be a G.” She laughed, weak but real, and I couldn’t stop looking at her. Everything about that woman still felt like magic.
I couldn’t help but think about how I changed for my family. I said I didn’t want to spin the block on them niggas who got me, but to be real, what kind of nigga would I be if I didn’t? I wanted blood. Closure. Something.
But by the time I found out who was who, most of them muthafuckas were either dead, doing time, or just gone. I let it be. Figured God already handled it. Maybe that was the whole reason I got pulled back this time. To start something new instead of dying over old shit.
