Page 33 of Typa
“Despite all that, we’re friends, Seven. I tried telling him, but he told me he didn’t give a fuck about him. He knows what he wants,” I said, lowering my head.
“Well, he and I agree on that shit. I don’t give a fuck about that nigga either. I wish you were on that same wave.” Holding his hand up, he said, “Don’t even say it. He’s the father of your baby. I know. I wish he wasn’t though.”
“I wish you would have told me about that sooner.”
“Yeah. I don’t like getting y’all involved in bullshit though. Y’all my sisters. Unless I’m having issues with a woman, y’all won’t know.”
“Speaking of, Mythic said you talked to him about a woman. You interested in her?”
“Iesha? Yeah, she’s cool. Reminds me of Mama a lil bit.”
I frowned slightly, and he chuckled. “Not in the looks department, although she is a BBW. I meant that she was a good girl, but she also has some spice to her. She’ll fight if it gets to that. Dad said Mama was like that when he met her. Being with him mellowed her out.”
I smiled and slowly shook my head. “Is she older than you? Mama is older than Daddy.”
“Yeah, by like six years. That’s why she won’t give a nigga no play. She said I’m too young. She’s twenty-eight, almost twenty-nine.”
“Well, you have a lot of growing up to do, Seven, so I can understand her hesitancy,” I said as I rubbed my belly.
He shot the finger at me.
“You’re proving my point, SS.”
“Well, whatever. She gon’ be mine eventually. I’m Storm Henderson’s son.”
I rolled my eyes. Daddy told this nigga way too much of his business. Seven thought he was Daddy reborn. There was only one Seven Storm Henderson. He was just a carbon copy. I had to remind him of that shit all the time. That was why he was junior not senior. He used to get so mad when I would say that. I wouldalways follow it up with that he needed to be his own man and stop trying to be Daddy. Who God made him was just as great.
I never tore him down and left him there like the twins did. They would clown the hell out of him. When he was younger, he would literally be in tears and running to tell Mama by the time they finished with him. He knew telling Daddy would get him nowhere. He would only tell him to man up and quit all that damn whining.
Finally, he said, “A’ight. I’ll see you tomorrow about nine thirty.”
I frowned. “You act like you’re not staying here tonight.”
“You never know. Iesha may give in to a nigga and let me stay over.”
I rolled my eyes. If she was as much like Mama as he thought she was, she would send his ass packing back to Highway 1009. I didn’t bother to shoot him down this time. Instead, I just said, “Bye, nigga.”
He chuckled and left my room as I sat up more in bed. This bed rest shit was on my last nerve. When I went for my appointment, Bali would let me know if I could do more or not. I wasn’t looking for her to release me though. I was still having headaches and cramping at times. Plus, I would get dizzy if I moved around too much. While I was on blood pressure medication, my blood pressure would still rise if I got stressed. I tried my absolute best not to get that way, but sometimes I couldn’t help it. I missed Mythic so much.
I felt like a fool sometimes for still loving him even after what I knew. Then I would make excuses, convincing myself that what he did was reflective of who he used to be, not the man I fell in love with. Truth was, Mythic was still who he used to be when I fucked him in the grocery store parking lot. He didn’t start evolving until after that. Milana had said it right a couple of months ago when she said I fell in love with who his potentialsaid he could be. No one else could see that potential but me, although I wanted to believe they were starting to see it now.
As I grabbed my phone to play a game, it rang. I smiled when I saw Ashanni’s number. I was so proud of her. She fell into being a wife and mother so effortlessly. I knew it was because she and Asad were meant to be. However, it also caused me to think that Mythic and I weren’t meant to be. Why was there so much turmoil around us being together if we were?
“Hello?”
“Hey, Maui? How’s your day going, boo?”
“It’s going okay. What about yours?”
“It’s dragging. Chas ain’t making shit no better.”
I giggled as I heard Aunt Chas cuss. I slowly shook my head. They did the same shit every day. Aunt Chas should have been used to it by now. Ashanni only kept doing it to get a rise out of her. I was sure Aunt Chas probably liked it by now anyway.
“Just because you’re a married woman now don’t make you grown. Get fucked up in here.”
“I would hate to send my mama to jail for putting her hands on a pregnant woman.”
My eyebrows lifted. “Shani! You’re pregnant? Oh my God! Congratulations!”
