Page 50 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
Within seconds, Clover was back in my arms. She was quiet, and I felt uneasy. I wasn’t used to her silence. She always had something to say so her refusing to say anything had a nigga worried. I wanted her to be aight more than anything. We could always create another baby, but it was only one of her.
“You do house calls? I’ll pay you whatever I need to,” I inquired for future purposes.
“I do and Mercedees knows that. I’m always one call away,” she assured me.
“Bet. Ain’t no more of this happening. It’s too much back and forth for her. She ain’t leaving the house no time soon. I’ll have her update her information with mine and you can go from there. And let’s make these visits more than once a month, aight? She carrying two and we both new to this.”
Smiling, she commented, “I completely understand. Like I stated, I’m one call away and I always answer. Please take care of her.”
“I got that in the bag, Doc.” With that, we walked out her office and the front door.
We were back in the whip and headed back to the crib. I heard Dr. Bloom loud and clear. My family was myresponsibility until it was time for her to step in. My father held my mother down each pregnancy. I was his first born son which meant the torch was mine to carry. Clover had my name, and our kids had my blood. Being a Greek was privileged, and I was ‘bout to show her why.
The ride back to the house was quicker than the drive from. I guess I had a one track mind of getting my family back to a place of sanction and security. My men walked the property keeping it that way.
Pulling up to the front door, I was carrying Clover back inside and to the master bathroom. Sitting her on the side of the tub, I started the water filling the tub with warm water. I drizzled in some Epsom salt as well. Dr. Bloom ain’t say I couldn’t. She had a whole lot of candles ‘round this muthafucka, so I found the lavender and chamomile ones lighting them for additional relaxation. I ain’t forget the Tylenol either. I had her pop one of those just in case this bath shit ain’t do it.
Undressing her, I moved at a slow, yet steady pace. My babies were giving their mother stretch marks and pain. I could only imagine how she felt. She could barely open her eyes for me. All I got was deep breaths and low moans. I followed suit removing my clothes as well.
Her hands were intertwined with mine as I escorted her inside the tub. Those low moans elevated in sound as she submerged her body. Once we were finally settled, she relaxed in my embrace. I felt her release all her weight onto me like it was something she’d been carrying for years on end.
I’m glad I can do that for you, Mama.
With her head resting on my chest, I gently rubbed any part of her I touched. Clover was still adjusting to being a Greek, and more importantly my wife. I ain’t never let on that we were perfect, but our program ran a lil’ different.
My wife had no idea how everything in my life now surrounded her and our kids. Whatever they wanted, whatever they needed, I was sparing no expense. Today I witnessed my wife in a vulnerable position where she had no choice but to count on me. I was selfishly wanting her dependency on me and me alone. Her turning to anybody outside of me prolly might make a nigga go there. I can’t lie.
“Talk to me, Clover. I won’t know what to do if you don’t say something.”
“You’re doing it baby. Being here with me like this is more than enough. I just need a minute to think. I’m overwhelmed as fuck and the pressure of being a mom just doubled.”
I understood where she was coming from. I was nervous as fuck, too, knowing she was blessing me with two of them, but I wasn’t so nervous where a nigga was gon’ drop the ball. I was man enough to carry the weight of every Greek walking. My wife and kids would be light work. I could promise you that.
“We don’t know what we doing when it come to this parenting shit, Ma. I don’t think anybody really does, to be honest. We gon’ wing this shit and hope for the best. All I can promise you is that I ain’t gon’ leave you. I don’t know what mindset you had before me, but I need you to understand I got y’all. I had you from the minute I laid eyes on you. Drunk or not, I know when a muthafucka is deserving. The only thing that was really stole from a nigga was my heart. I’m a boss ass nigga with nobody to share it with other than my folk. You and my kids giving a nigga purpose for real. We still figuring this shit out but know I’m a fast learner. My babies coming in a few months so I’m asking for you to endure this pain a lil’ longer for me. Once it’s done, I’ll take you wherever you want to go my love.”
“Is loving us that easy for you?” she questioned.
“Easier done than said, I can promise you that. Was a nigga mad when it came to learning I was married? Hell yeah, but thena nigga laid eyes on you again and knew I wasn’t going nowhere. A nigga smitten; I can’t lie.”
“Why? I can take you for everything you have baby.”
“Then do it. What’s mine is yours and I mean that shit. Take whatever and however much you think gon’ make you happy. I got more than enough to support you and my kids. All I ask is for you to kill a nigga before you walk away from me. I’m really gon’ make the devil jealous if you don’t and dip out on me. I can take a lot of shit but you and my kids bouncing…” I had to stop talking and laugh that shit off.
My bloodline was already a sensitive area for me. I was weak as fuck when it came to them. However, this was a different level of weakness with Clover and my kids. Red. That was all I saw if anything ever harmed them or if she felt the need to leave me. I was dragging everybody to hell behind them.
“We’re supposed to be relaxing, remember? Why you getting so tight?” Soft kisses were placed along my arm as she gently held on to it. “I had no intentions of leaving you, Arion. These are your babies just as much as they are mine. Honestly, I like that you don’t have a clue, either. I don’t want to raise our kids the way others raise theirs. I want to find what works for us and our household. If this is us, then let it be us.”
“I got you, Ma. You gon’ stop trying to fight a nigga every chance you get and just let me love you or you gon’ give me hell?”
She released a light laugh saying, “Both. If we keeping it a buck, I was so tired of being this hard ass woman. I was and maybe still am envious of my cousin’s wives. My cousins are chaotic as fuck, but they make sure their wives live the softest life. I’d wanted that for a long time.”
Kissing the side of her face, she sighed deeply and smirked. I heard stories on how my mother was just as hard until BG sat her down and gave her the life she deserved. I was ‘bout to do that for Clover. My baby ain’t have to do all that shit over thisway ‘cause I had niggas on speed dial to handle her problems at the snap of her pretty ass manicured fingers.
“All that shit over and done with, Ma. What y’all be saying? Put me in my soft girl era or some shit? Well, I’m pushing you in that bitch. Do whatever you want to do and let yo’ husband handle the rest. I got you, and I mean that.”
“I wanted to hate you, I really did. But God, you drive a hard bargain,” she jested.
Seeing her smile became a favorite task. She had a pretty one and it made me feel like I was accomplishing something with her mean, sensitive ass. More kisses were distributed from the side of her face down to her neck. I loved her spoiled ass, I wasn’t gon’ hold you. It took lil’ to nothing for me to fall for her.
