Page 47 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
“I missed the step. Why you yelling at me for?” I whined.
“Cause you stupid as fuck. Am I not sitting right beside you? Why the hell you couldn’t wait on a nigga?”
“I don’t do that. I ain’t never had to,” I answered truthfully.
He punched the car door several times denting it on each encounter. He was pissed, and I knew there wasn’t shit I could do to calm him down at the moment, so I let him vent. I never had anyone care for me the way he did outside of family. I couldn’t deny how good it felt. It was foreign but I was welcoming it by the second.
By the time he was done using his car as a punching bag, I realized material shit meant nothing to him the way it did for our family. The Atkins prided ourselves with rocking the hottest labels whether it was clothes, shoes, jewelry, cars, etc. We had to have it. Arion moved different.
Noticing his hand was bleeding, I grabbed it gently and began wiping it with my shirt. I felt bad that he was trying to deal with me, and I wasn’t giving him an inch in return. This was the least a bitch could do.
He snatched his hand back saying, “Don’t… just go ‘head in the crib and wait for me.”
This made the umpteenth time this nigga made me feel like shit. I was helped out the car and ushered to the front door. I guess under him was where me and lil’ nugget would be for the time being. After all, my father left us in his supervision.
Chapter 15
Arion
Ain’t a soul warn me ‘bout the emotional rollercoaster women put themselves and others through during their pregnancy. It had been months since I sat my wife down and during those couple of months, she’d low key dragged a nigga through hell. I’d witness her express every emotion there was in a matter of minutes several hours on end. She was stressing me, and she knew it.
To give us both a peace of mind, I gave her my card and told her to do whatever the hell she wanted. I needed her ass up out of my face long enough to think. I was ripping and running ‘round town for shit I ain’t never heard of. I was losing my mind behind that spoiled ass woman.
“Aye, I thought you said this end was supposed to connect to that end. Give it here,” Shaun chimed pulling me out my thoughts.
“I don’t have it nigga. Did you read the instructions like I said?”
“For what? You read them already,” he threw back shrugging. I gave him a stern glare. When it came to getting on my last muthafuckin’ nerve, Ashaun was gon’ do it every time. I was tired of his stupid ass, too.
“Muthafucka, if I’m working on the crib and you the rocking chair, why the fuck wouldn’t you read the instructions, too? Why the hell are you even here, Shaun? To turn a nigga gray?” Much like Clover, I was running through the motions.
I had more than enough money to have all this shit assembled for me. Paying somebody and having this shit together within a few hours seemed like the easier route. However, my father expressed to all his children how hands on he was when it came to caring for us. He built every crib, chair, dresser, and whatever else my mama wanted for us. That was his way of letting my mother know he was fully invested in the family he was making with her. I wanted Clover to feel the same.
From the way she clung to me some days and shooed me the others, I could tell this was too new to be comfortable with just yet. She was cautious with me all while trying her best to adjust to this marriage. All I needed her pretty ass to do was sit back and birth my youngin’, anything and everything else I could handle.
“Nigga ain’t nobody thinking ‘bout you. I ain’t come over here for this no way. I could’ve had somebody come do all this shit as a gift for my niece or nephew. I don’t break sweats nigga, and you know this,” he complained.
“Why you here, Shaun? You ‘bout to get thrown the fuck out.”
He threw the pieces of wood he had in his hand to the pile left of him that he wasn’t gon’ touch again. My patience for him was running thinner and thinner. BG was gon’ lose a child sooner or later. I was tired of him.
“I think I’m ready to settle down. I met this girl and she lowkey got me stuck,” he said cheering from ear to ear.
Obviously, him agreeing to help me with the nursery was his way of getting here and talking my ear off. I continue to work on my lil’ one's crib while he chatted. “Who’s the idiot?”
“Akira, Clover lil’ friend… Aye, watch yo’ mouth ‘bout that one,” he tried checking me.
See, two idiots.
I knew for a fact that whatever him and Akira had going on, wasn’t what it was for real. Clover let me know that Akira was bisexual if she had to wear a label but skipped over niggas to get to pussy nine times out of ten. I wasn’t ‘bout to be bothered by Shaun’s bullshit. I had too much going on to give a fuck.
“Whatever. How the hell y’all even run into each other? She hangs out in the gayest bars known to man.” Stopping my sentence momentarily, I looked over at him and asked, “You got something to tell me?”
“I hate you. I really do,” he said kicking the pile next to him. “I hope you missing screws pussy nigga.”
Smirking, I realized I hurt his lil’ feelings. When it came to females, he was gon’ ride tenfold. They were and always would be his weakness.
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest. “Aye, I don’t know what type of timing you be on lil’ nigga. Why you bothering that girl?”
