Page 51 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
“Will I get some reciprocation ‘round this muthafucka?” I asked making sure this wasn’t a one-way street.
“I’ll see what I can do.” I bit her on the side of her face causing her to cry out in pain. “Ahhhh.That hurts!”
“You gon’ love me, Ma, and you gon’ love it here. I ain’t one of them niggas. We got a family together, so I need all that. You hear me?”
“I hear you baby damn. That really hurts,” she whined.
“I’m sorry… but I ain’t sorry. I don’t play ‘bout my feelings. You’ll never be able to love me the way I love you but love a nigga is all I’m saying. Don’t make me look like a fool.”
Nodding, she squeezed my arm as she laid her head on it. Whatever she wanted, I would give. My heart though, I wasn’t going for it being broken, not from family, and damn sure not from her. Take a bullet and give life for her on any given day, but I’ll also take hers if she thought she would love any nigga but me.
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Watching Clover's fine ass stretched across the bed had a nigga instantly bricking up. That damn bonnet and moo-moo combo still had my wife stepping on bitches. I had every intention on sliding up in her this morning, but I wanted to pamper her first. I wanted to show lil’ baby that me, her, and my babies was forever. Through all the chaos, the drama, and unexpected shit life kept throwing at us, I wasn’t going nowhere.
After making a few calls, everything was finally lined up. The last few months been crazy as hell on both our ends. We had so many wrinkles in our marriage it was taking me longer than expected to iron them muthafuckas out. A nigga came into her life like a Tasmanian devil spinning through this bitch reckless and held no remorse for never leaving. Somehow, through all my rough edges, Clover still made this shit feel like home.
I tapped her thick ass thighs gently before showering kisses all over her face. She squirmed a little, nose scrunching up, but never opened them pretty ass eyes. The same eyes in this short amount of time always looked at me like she trusted me to protect her from the world. A nigga was gon’ make sure she never doubted me every time too.
“Come on, Ma. Get up for me.”
She groaned dramatically and tried to roll over. However, I caught her waist before she could escape me. Hell nah. It was time for her to get up and come downstairs.
“Arion, please leave me alone.”
“I wish a nigga would,” I laughed. Slapping her ass one cheek at a time, I said, “I’m for real Ma. We got plans.”
One eye slowly cracked open, and the glare she hit me with almost took a nigga out. If looks could kill, my ass would’ve beenunder a headstone some-damn-where. She had an attitude from hell when she was woken up put her sleep.
This girl was crazy.
“Arion, I just found out I’m carrying not one but two of your big headed ass babies. My body hurts, I finally got some sleep last night, and now here you come with your sleeky-headed ass bothering me before the sun fully up. Why would you do this to me?” she whined.
Before a nigga could even respond, the tears came out of nowhere.
What the fuck?What the hell I do now?
Instantly, she had a nigga feeling like shit. My chest tightened seeing her cry ‘cause no matter how tough Clover acted, pregnancy had her emotions all over the damn place. Plus, she was just as vulnerable as any other woman I knew. I was just the man for her to be vulnerable with. I already knew once she saw what I had planned, she’d forgive me… Hopefully.
“Clover don’t do that shit, man,” I muttered, wiping under her eyes with my thumb. “You making me feel like a nigga really hurting you or some shit. Got me feeling bad or whatnot.”
“Well, feel bad nigga. How you think I feel? I’m tired,” she sniffled.
Sighing, I kissed her forehead before commenting, “Sleep then Ma. My fault.”
Option B it is.
I headed downstairs, taking them bitches two at a time while the team waited around looking confused as hell. They were already here and ready to get to work. I let them know off rip what was to go down but now it was a change of plans. We had to switch a few things around. I promised extra tips for the inconvenience, and instantly everybody perked up. Money always made people flexible.
The glam squad started packing up while the chefs holding silver platters followed behind me toward the kitchen. Clover was really upstairs fucking up the original layout of my surprise, but I wasn’t about to let that stop shit. A real nigga improvised.
A few minutes later, I walked back upstairs carrying a large breakfast tray while two women followed behind me with flowers and smaller platters full of fruit, pastries, and fresh juice. The smell of cinnamon waffles, turkey sausage, and buttery grits instantly filled the room.
Clover slowly sat up against the headboard, bonnet crooked and face still puffy from sleep, and most likely crying with her emotional ass. She tried her best to take in what was happening.
“What’s all this?” she whispered.
I set the tray I carried across her lap before climbing back in bed beside her. “Breakfast in bed for my lady and babies. You ain’t in the mood to go out so I had to rearrange some things to respect yo’ wishes.”
