Official Girl 2 (7 page)

             
I was so tired I was fighting to keep my eyes open. Mykell brought Romell over to me. “Doc what’s wrong with her? She doesn’t look too good.”

             
“She’s fine; her body is tired because she just gave birth, so she just needs a little rest.”

             
I knew he was scared because of what happened to his mother. “I’m fine,” I gave him a weak but reassuring smile. I looked down at my handsome baby boy in my arms. He had a head full of hair, his father’s chocolate complexion, and light brown eyes, but he had my dimples. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I was still a little upset that Kamil wasn’t answering his phone, but Mykell was there and that was all that mattered.

             
“I know without a doubt that he’s mine. No DNA test needed.”

             
“Are you upset about Kya’s baby?” I asked

             
“Hell naw, I knew when she was pregnant with her that she wasn’t mine. It actually feels good.”

             
“Aren’t you going to go get the rest of the family?”

             
“Oh shit! Yeah, I’ll be back.”

             
A few minutes later, my room was filled with the people I loved, including my brother. We had put the past behind us and gotten back to the way we used to be.

             
“Aww he’s almost as cute as me,” MJ said and everybody laughed. “He has my eyes.”

             
“Those would be
my
eyes,” Mykell intervened.

             
“Actually, I think those eyes belong to me,” Pop-Pop said setting them both straight.

             
“I guess he told y’all,” I laughed.

             
“Can I hold my nephew now?” Lani asked

             
“Go ahead Auntie Lani,” I said giving her Romell.

             
“Then pass him to Uncle Mack,” Micah said.

             
“Then his
favorite
uncle wants to see him,” Ramone joked.

             
“Aw, I just love y’all, all of you.”

             
“Damn, me included?” Ramone asked with a smirk.

             
“Yes, asshole, you included.”

             
At that moment Kamil walked in the room with a big teddy bear looking like he hadn’t had a wink of sleep. “Sorry I’m late ma. I had business to take care of at the club and it took longer than I expected.” He leaned over to give me a kiss. I caught some displeased looks from Mykell and Ramone. Mone was still salty with him for pulling a gun out on him. “It’s cool, you’re here now, and that’s all that matters.” My lips were saying one thing but I was feeling the complete opposite.

             
He walked over to Lani and looked at Romell. “All that hair explains why you had all that heartburn.”

             
“I know. I’m just happy that it’s over.”

             
“Oh, Lisa called me when we were in the waiting room. I told her where we were at, and she wants to know if she can see the baby,” Pop-Pop spoke up.

             
“Hell naw,” Lani and I said at the same time.

             
“What the fuck Pops? You know I got rid of her, so ain’t no need for her to be tryna see my son.”

             
I didn’t miss the emphasis he put on the word “my.” Nigga, we know whose son he is. I just shook my head. That bitch had another thing coming if she thought she was going to have her ass around my son. Naw, she had the game fucked up.

9 months later

              I heard that bitch had her baby. The killer part was Mykell didn’t even get a damn DNA test done for her baby. My cousin wasted no time bragging about that shit. Fuck that, I was tired of that bitch living the life I was supposed to be living. They weren’t even together anymore but he was still taking care of her and running after her ass. No worries though, all that shit was about to come to an end. My baby was one years old and he hadn’t done shit for her since she was born. I knew he was mad that he found out she wasn’t his, but what... the... fuck... ever! I had something for that ass.

             
Kya: It’s time to put the plan in motion.

             
Unknown: I’m happy you finally decided to see things my way. Took you long enough.

             
Kya: Had to do some thinking and take care of my daughter.

             
Unknown: Yeah yeah yeah. Let’s just get ready to fuck some shit up.

             
Kya: Ready when you are.

             
I just hoped that shit didn’t come back to bite me in the ass.

Mykel
l
             

Thursday would be Neicey’s 21st birthday. I decided that I would call her and see if she wanted me to get Romell so she could enjoy her day. “Talk to me,” she said.

“Do you have to answer yo phone like that?” I joked.

“Yes I do,” she giggled.

“What you doing?”

“Nothing, just feeding Fat Fat.”

“Give him a kiss for me. I was calling to see if you wanted me to pick him up Thursday so you could go out and do girly stuff and damn near swipe the strip off my black card.”

“Aren’t you the sweetest, but that’s cool with me. We were on our way over anyways because MJ got on my head about me not bringing his brother to see him.”

“Aight, you know what to do.”
I was happy on the inside.

“Sure do, I’ll be there in about 15 minutes.”

“Cool, one.”

Exactly 15 minutes later, Neicey walked through the door with Romell on her hip and a baby bag on her shoulder. She was looking delicious as hell. She had some short jean shorts and a corset top on.
Thanks to Romell, her ass had gotten rounder, her hips spread a little, and she got thicker overall. I couldn’t take my eyes of her. “Are you gonna drool over my lil sexy ass or are you going to speak and help me with this boy?”

“Shit, I
’ma do both,” I half joked. “What I tell you about bringing bags over here anyways? You know I’ve got everything he needs,” I said while grabbing my son.

“I know
, but I’m so used to taking a baby bag everywhere I go,” she sighed while sitting down on the couch.

“Mell, what the hell yo mama been feeding you?” He smiled
as if he understood what I was talking about. “Can you say Dada?”

He looked at me funny then smiled a toothless smile, “Mama
,” he said while clapping his hands. “That’s mama’s Fat Man!” She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“Lil man, you turning on me?” I laughed before putting him in his playpen.

“Where’s MJ’s lil grown butt?” She asked giving Romell toys to play with. She backed up to sit back down on the couch and that was when I made my move. I pulled her on my lap and kissed her neck. “He’s with Pops.”

“Stop
, Mykell, I told you I’m not going there with you no more,” she said trying to get up.

Neicey and I
had slept together two more times since that incident at the hotel. After she had Romell, I couldn’t help myself, I had to have her. I didn’t know why we always had to go through that. She knew she wanted it, so why fight it? I tried to unbutton her shorts, but she stopped me. “No, Mykell.”

I just sighed. “Alright man.”

“You know what you’re doing tomorrow? You’re about to be 26, old man,” she said, still sitting on my lap.

“If I had it my way, I
would be doing you tomorrow.” I rubbed my hand up and down her thigh.

“Nasty ass
.”

“You like it yo, but I do know what I wanna do.”

“What?”

“Spend time with you and my sons, as a family. Just us four.”

She thought about it for a minute. “Okay,” she shrugged.

“Good now
…’

I was about to sa
y something but my phone rang; it was Micah. “Wassup Macaroni?” I joked around with my older brother.

“Tryna see if you wanna roll with
me to the surprise party Friday or should I say Thursday night?”

“Whose is it?”
I asked as I watched Neicey take our son out of the playpen and play with him on the floor.

“Uhh Neicey,” he said that like I should have already known.

“Well, I ain’t know nothing about it.”

“Now you do
, so you going or what?”

“
Yeah, I’ll roll with you.”

“
Cool, I’ll pick you up. It’s an all-white party with a touch of purple since that’s her favorite color,” he informed me.

“Aight
, but who giving it?”

“
Her man,” he chuckled.

“Aight man.”

“Aight, one.”

“One.”

I watched as Neicey stood Romell up on his feet and faced him towards me. “Walk to Daddy Fat Fat,” she said coaxing him. “He’s been tryna walk for about a week now, but he just falls on his butt or sits down,” she said.

He hesitated for a while
, but he took a step. Neicey gasped and I sat up on the couch and spread my arms out tryna get him to come all the way. He looked at me and smiled before walking the rest of the way. Things like that were what made me proud to be a father. I missed some of those things with MJ because a few months after he was born, I was locked up. “See Fat Fat, I knew you could do it.” Neicey beamed as she sat down on the couch with us.

“See
, I should be able to experience this sit all the time instead of some other nigga!” My voiced filled with more anger than I expected it to, but shit, that’s how I felt. She just put her head down. Romell looked at her; he must have known something was wrong with her. “Mama,” he said touching her face. She looked at him and kissed his hand. “Mama is fine baby. You stay here with Daddy while I go to the bathroom.” She got up and headed towards the back.

As soon as she closed the
door, her phone rang. I wasn’t going to answer it, but curiosity got the best of me and I noticed it was Kamil. “Hello?”

“Who the fuck is this?”

“Who the fuck you think?” I matched his attitude.

“Where my girl at?”

“She’s kind of busy.”

“I don’t give a fuck how busy she
is, put her on the phone!”

I chuckled. “You know I ain’t going nowhere right?” I took the phone away from my ear because I didn’t want to hear his bullshit. “Neicey, yo phone
,” I yelled.

“Who is it?”

“Yo prison guard.”

She took the phone. “Hello?”
She looked at me then went back in the back. I just sat there and smiled. I knew he felt some type of way about me answering her phone but oh well. He needed to be thanking me for letting him borrow her for that long. No worries though, when I told her ass to come, that was exactly what she was going to do. I still had her heart and they both knew that. I wondered how he would feel if he knew I still tasted the pussy. His ass thought he was doing something by not inviting me to her party.
Fuck that bitch ass nigga. She still my girl, always will be.

              It was the morning of my birthday and I was supposed to be sleeping peacefully, but that was not happening. I heard arguing downstairs. I looked over at the clock and it was only 8:15 in the morning. I headed downstairs to see what all the commotion was about. I got down the stairs and saw Mykell standing there mad as hell. “What’s wrong and why are y’all so loud?”

             
“This nigga tryna tell me I can’t get my own son! Last time I checked, I was the one who busted that nut in you and got you pregnant, not him.”

             
“Okay, that’s enough.” I turned to Kamil, “Wassup? Why you won’t let him get Fat Fat?”

             
“The question is why you down here dressed like that?” I looked down at what I had on. I was dressed in some boy shorts and a tank top, the same thing I always wore to bed. “Uhh, I always wear this to bed, so why you tripping?”

             
“Because he doesn’t want me to see all that, but what he fails to remember is that I’ve been all up in that plenty of times. Hell, I was the first person to ever hit it,” Mykell smirked.

             
“Do me a favor and shut up,” I fussed. I heard Romell crying. “Can you two please act like y’all got some sense while I check on my son? Please?” I went upstairs and changed Romell’s diaper and then got him dressed. I didn’t pack a bag since Mykell hated when I did. I went back downstairs with my son on my hip. Romell saw his dad and got happy, “Dada!” I stopped and looked at my baby, “Traitor,” I laughed.