Page 52 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
Her eyes softened immediately.
On the tray sat heart-shaped waffles dusted with powdered sugar, strawberries, eggs, turkey sausage, and a glass of sparkling apple cider. Right in the middle was a small handwritten note.
“Thank you for making me a father. Vegas gave me a three for one special. You had doubts ‘bout this shit, but I promise I never have. I got y’all forever.”
Clover read it twice before looking up at me, tears building again, but this time they hit different.“You did all this for me?”
“I shouldn’t’ve done shit, with yo’ mean ass.” I smirked, rubbing her stomach gently. My jits knew it was me because they started kicking against my hand.“I did this for y’all.”
That woman looked at me for what seemed like an eternity before leaning over and pressing her lips against mine slowly. Like she finally believed every promise I’d been trying to showher instead of just shooting the shits. And right then, watching her smile with content while she fed our babies solidified everything for a nigga. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
“Damn girl, save something for me.”
“This mine. Your plate of food will be ready shortly,” she said with a smirk. This girl stayed hungry, horny, and hormonal.
“Say less.” Once I let them folks up out my shit, I was gon’ fa sho feast on my wife. Food and a nut always kept a muthafucka more than satisfied.
Chapter 16
Ashaun
Telling Scar ‘bout Akira was dumb. I knew it and so did he. In his mind, I wasn’t supposed to be so gung-ho behind a woman period. Maybe ‘cause I looked for a nut and nut only. That’s all women was good for if you asked me. Akira on the other hand had my attention all the way across the board. I just wanted baby to understand I wasn’t going nowhere.
I sat in my car two doors down from her crib and waited until I saw the master bedroom light go out. It was after midnight and both of us were night owls. Her room didn’t usually go dark until around two no later than three in the morning. Either she had something to do in the morning or she was ‘bout to head out. It was too late for her to go anywhere so I was nipping that shit in the bud.
Pulling up, I hopped out with the keys to her place in tow. I told partial truth to Scar when I said I made a copy of her house key. I had every key she owned including ones to her cars. There wasn’t shit in Akira’s life I didn’t have access to. She was mine, so I was confused on why the hell I couldn’t have it.
Once I was at her backdoor, I entered like a thief in the night quickly disarming then arming the alarm for the night. Yeah, a nigga had that too. Baby had one of them silent alarms wherean intruder would never know what’s going on until it’s too late. I laughed at shit like that simply ‘cause that wasn’t gon’ keep a nigga like me away.
The house was silent and smelled like pure cocoa butter. Most of the time I came to her shit just to smell it. Whenever I had a headache or was just needing some fuckin’ warmth from a human being for a change, I came and crashed at my lady shit. She gave me a peace of mind believe it or not.
I headed right to the linen closet by the guess bedroom and grabbed my covers. I then went into the family room and propped my pillow up and turned on the tv. I was obsessed with Annalise Keating and How to Get Away with Murder. She held it down for them dumbass folk. I mean, if you gon’ kill a muthafucka be sure you know the ins and outs to getting off.
Akira’s room was on the other side of the house so she wouldn’t hear shit. I truly ain’t give a fuck if she did or didn’t though. Who was gon’ make me leave? I got so comfortable, I lowkey drifted off. That was until I smelled some popcorn. I muted the volume and waited to see what she would do next.
The house grew to a silence as I waited patiently to continue relaxing. Once I felt like I was in the clear, I threw my head back on the pillow and unmuted the show. As soon as I thought shit was sweet, she popped the light on startling a nigga.
Looking up at her, she had a pistol in tow as she sipped on a glass of cognac. I could only help but wonder what the fuck was on her mind. She carried a wicked ass smile I couldn’t make out, either. The shit low key was making my dick hard from curiosity.
“You know, I thought bestie was blowing smoke when she said you be breaking in my shit, but dammit… I guess she wasn’t. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow yo’ muffin cap back,” she said pointing her Glock directly at me.
Smiling, I pulled the covers back and said, “Get in. I’ll give you all the reasons you need followed by good dick.” Nodding,she took another sip and shot at me hitting the lamp behind me. “Aye, what the fuck wrong with you girl?”
“Why the fuck are you in my house, Ashaun? I know that one night ain’t turned yo’ ass into a stalker.”
“Well, what it turn me into then, hmm? Since you got yo’ degree and you know every-fuckin-thing?” I asked officially sitting up.
“How you get in my house, Ashaun?” she inquired.
I grabbed my set of keys and held them up. “I used my key, duhhhh!”
“You can’t be fuckin’ serious right now. What the hell is wrong with you fuckin’ Greeks? I thought the Atkins were bad but goddammit. Arion bullied my good sis’ into a marriage and now you stealing and shacking up in my shit like I’m yo’ bitch or something. You and that mentally unstable nigga need to be locked the fuck up somewhere.”
Standing, I took subtle steps closing the gap between us. She stayed firm in keeping her gun aimed at me. I didn’t know what was going on through baby head, but I wasn’t gon’ hurt her sexy ass. The last time I was here, I went rummaging through her trash and found some interesting things. It was time to ask her ‘bout them.
“You are mine beautiful. And depending on how you answer this question determines how I’m ‘bout to turn this shit up. That pregnancy test you took the other day, what it say?” Her eyes grew big as saucers as she realized the cat was out the fuckin’ bag. The pistol she thought scared me was gently being removed from her hands. I was on her ass, and she knew it. “Where all that attitude at now? Huh?”
She snapped out of that shit quick and pushed me in the chest as hard as she could. A nigga ain’t budge an inch. I wasn’t trying to fight with my woman, but if she was pregnant, everything shawty did on a regular scheduled program waschanging, starting with that fuckin’ glass of cognac. I smacked that shit dead out her hands without hesitation. She had me fucked up.
