Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway 3: The FAM (Who Wants That Perfect Story Anyway)

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by Natavia


  “Why is it that every time she is around, I always catch that bitch touching on you and shit? She rubbing your damn back like you are her man and you had a long ass day at work. I’m not feeling that shit, Royal!” she fussed.

  “Check this shit out shorty but lose that attitude first! Alita is doing her job! You been by my bedside for months. Just relax, damn! You need a break! And all this jealous shit I’m not feeling! You know there is no woman in this world that can hold a candle to you. You carrying my son and you are ready to carry my last name. Just chill the fuck out!” I told her. My body ached like shit and Cam’s attitude was just making me feel even worse.

  She rolled her eyes then bent down to kiss my lips. “I better be the only one you checking for! I just feel useless now! I’m your woman; I should be nursing you back to good health. I’m fucking big as a house! My ankles are swollen and my back hurts! I’m sexually frustrated and it seems like every time I turn around, some Jennifer Lopez-looking bitch is rubbing all on you!” she said sadly.

  I hadn’t thought about all of that. Cam was the old-fashioned type of woman. She believed in taking care of her man. But I still didn’t feel right having Cam always doing shit for me because she looked like she was ready to pop. Her never leaving my bedside was good enough. I couldn’t wait till my body fully healed because I was ready to make her my wife ASAP.

  She tried to hand me a pain pill and like always, I declined. Percocet could become addictive and I was not trying to even go there. I had seen too many people get hooked on that shit then turn to stronger drugs afterwards. All I needed was some D’usse and two fat ass blunts of exotic weed.

  “Shorty, go on with that shit!” I waved her off. “You can bring me some Cognac and some exotic loud so I can get fucked up though!” I told her and she gasped. I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with her but I was a grown ass man. I was getting treated like a baby and I was sick of that shit! Cam even tried feeding me my breakfast earlier, blew on it and everything because it was too hot. All I needed was a bib and a fucking high chair! She needed to back the fuck up off me and let me do me.

  “You know damn well you are not supposed to be doing all that extra shit!” she said with her hands on her hips.

  “Okay, mother goose!” I laughed. It was all good. I was going to page Alita later because I know she would come through for me. Cam was acting like she was my mother and the shit was irking me.

  Cam started taking off her clothes and my dick got brick-hard. I couldn’t take it there with her yet because my body wasn’t one hundred percent. If I couldn’t fuck her right then I wasn’t fucking her at all. I was tempted but Cam’s pussy was too good and I would be straining my muscles trying to work her ass to sleep.

  “Come on, shorty! You know the plumber is on vacation and can’t lay any pipe at this moment!” I told her, eyeing her big, round melons. Her areolas had darkened, maybe from pregnancy, and her nipples were pointing at me like Hershey Kisses. I could feel pre-cum slipping out of my dick. I wanted Cam badly! Her thick, caramel thighs were begging to be spread apart so I could lick her pretty ass pussy. Cam knew what she was doing to me and I believed she was doing that shit to get under my skin.

  She laughed at me. “Boy, hush I’m about to take a shower! I been in that hot ass sun all day!” she said. She turned around, ass naked, picking up her clothes. I now had a full view of her pussy and that butterfly she had tatted on her ass. I closed my eyes.

  “You okay over there, baby?” she asked, laughing.

  “Come on, Cam, you know that shit not funny. You don’t tease yah nigga like that!” I snapped. I was pissed off because she knew what she was doing.

  “Stop being so sensitive. Damn!” she said kissing my lips again. I smacked her ass and almost drooled when it jiggled like Jell-O.

  “You trying to leave tonight?” I asked her.

  “You serious?” she asked smiling all hard.

  “Yeah, I just need a nurse or two around the house because I can’t stay here any longer. I miss my Fam and this shit is depressing! Before you even open up your mouth to disagree with me, put your pride to the side. You are eight months pregnant and you also have to tend to Parker. You can’t help me with my physical therapy or none of that. So, this is what it’s going to be. I’m hiring someone to help me out around the clock,” I told her.

  “Okay, fine! But as soon as you start feeling better, the bitch has to go! Have you seen ‘The Hand That Rocks the Cradle?’ I don’t trust no bitch around my family! If I even catch the bitch looking at you wrong, or vice versa, I’m catching a fucking charge! I’m calling my goons up and we are fucking shit up!” she laughed.

  “Who are your goons, Cam?” I asked.

  “Jamie, Tee-Tee, Raja and Tataliscious!” she snapped.

  I laughed until my chest started hurting. “What the fuck are they going to do to me? Only one who is about that life is Tee-Tee!” I told her.

  “Don’t sleep on them, boo! Just know we are coming for your fine black ass! Don’t let Raja height fool you! She would latch onto your ankles like a Chihuahua,” she joked.

  I laughed harder; my body was starting to hurt even more. I had gotten shot nine times, three bullets in my right leg, two bullets in my left leg. One went into my left arm, another, in my left side. The one I got in my chest almost killed me.

  “Go, on about your business, Cam! Don’t tell nobody we coming neither! I want to surprise them and I know how you get when you on that phone and start running your mouth. The jet is picking us up in three hours, so we got to start packing,” I told her.

  She started jumping up and down then grabbed my face, placing a big wet sloppy kiss on my lips.

  “Shorty, what I tell you about all that hyper shit? You making my son dizzy as fuck probably. If he comes out cross-eyed for shaking him up like that, I’m fucking you up!” I joked.

  She waved me off then went into the bathroom. As, soon as I got comfortable in my chair, Leodonis paged me to come to his office. Everyone needed pagers because his house was like a castle. It took me ten minutes to get there. This nigga knew damn well this house was uncalled for. This was too much moving for me in one day but I couldn’t complain. The more I got around, the faster I could heal. Just when I was ready to knock, he told me to come in. Standing there were him and my mother with blank looks on their faces.

  I sat down and crossed my arms. The tension could be sliced it was that thick. I wished they would hurry the hell up with it though because I needed to help Cam pack.

  Leodonis cleared his throat. “I don’t know how to explain this, really, but I think it’s time to talk about my relationship with your mother,” he told me in his deep voice.

  “I’m listening,” I told them. My mother had her head down like she was ashamed. But I wasn’t even mad at her. I was just concerned about her safety. I never thought my mother would be the type to fall for a ruthless-ass nigga like him.

  “Hold your head up, ma, I still love you I’m not tripping. Mama needed a life too,” I told her making her smile. I wiped her tears and I could tell she felt bad because she thought she was letting us down. Our father had been dead for thirteen years now. She needed to move on. Her kids were grown with their own families and it was time she let our father go. But Corey, on the other hand, would flip the fuck out. I was going to tell him myself because he would try to stab Leodonis. Corey was wild as fuck and you would’ve thought he didn’t have any home training. He very rarely respected his elders and he still cursed like a sailor around ma dukes. That lil’ nigga just didn’t give a fuck! But underneath it all, he loved hard. He was loyal and, by him stepping up the way he did while I was down, proved a lot. I was still making money and I had my brother to thank for that.

  “I’m fine baby,” she said, patting my leg.

  “Royal, your mother and I have been secretly seeing each other for four years now. I love her and earlier today, I asked her if she would be my wife. I know it’s a lot to take in but this woma
n is the woman of my dreams. We kept each other a secret for years now and I can no longer live like this. I fell in love with her the day you invited me over for dinner. I went home that night just thinking about her. I couldn’t get her out of my head. But, I’m getting too old to be sneaking around like some teenager and it’s about time me and my woman live under the same roof,” he said.

  Oh, hell naw! How and the fuck is my connect going to be my step- father? I don’t know about all of this shit. I started sweating and my heart started beating fast. I thought they were just going to tell me about their relationship. I wasn’t expecting all of this. This nigga about to take Sunday dinner away from me. Y’all call me what you want but I’m like Martin Payne when it comes to my mama biscuits! Nobody can make those warm buttery homemade biscuits like my mama. She better not be moving her ass to Cuba neither!

  I cleared my throat. “Where are you moving to, Ma?” I asked. I didn’t give a fuck about nothing else. I wasn’t a momma’s boy but we were all we had. There was no way in hell my mama was moving somewhere that I couldn’t just get into my car and drive to.

  “Leodonis bought a house in Annapolis a year ago. That’s where I would disappear to for a few days. But anyways, we are moving there. I don’t care how old y’all get, I’m not leaving my kids. Besides, I know your greedy ass wouldn’t know what to do!” she laughed. I let out a sigh of relief because a nigga was ready to have a heart attack.

  “Look, man, don’t hurt my mama! Her safety is in your hands and I don’t want the life me and you both live to cause her any harm,” he excused my mom and she got up and left. I already knew where this conversation was headed.

  “I promised your mother that I would leave my other life alone if she accepted my hand in marriage. She is a strong woman you know that? Very bossy!” he laughed then continued. “I love your mother more than you know. I let money come between my happiness. I have no kids and never been in a steady relationship. I’m getting old and it’s time for me to kick back and enjoy that beautiful woman that’s about to become my wife. I will no longer be your connect. My brother will be taking over,” he explained.

  After we discussed business I was more than ready to get better. More keys for a lesser price was music to a nigga ears. I been down for almost four months and a nigga was bouncing back richer than ever. Now, all I had to do was check my camera I built into my truck. That was the smartest shit I had ever thought about. I told y’all a nigga didn’t have bodyguards but that didn’t mean they catching my ass slipping, never that!

  Corey

  Myla had been blowing me up for almost two damn weeks. I was spending time with my family. I was catering to Tee-Tee moody ass. I been eating her pussy so much, my tongue is numb. I know a nigga done fucked up, but I was going to fix this shit. I was finally going to see what Myla wanted. I couldn’t get out of the bed this morning. I was throwing up all morning so I knew this bitch was carrying my seed. When Tee-Tee was pregnant, I was one getting the morning sickness. I did not want this bitch having my seed, but I had to deal with it. I just prayed that Tee-Tee didn’t just get up and leave a nigga permanently. Tee-Tee and I were actually broken up, but we hadn’t told anyone. That was the problem now—too many motherfuckers were in our business. When we came back from the hospital, we agreed for it to be this way until Myla had the baby. If the baby was mine, I told Tee-Tee I would leave and she agreed. The shit hurt, but I made that promise to her.

  I walked in the crib I had Myla staying in, and a little ass dog ran to me yapping. I heard laughing and music playing. I told this funny-looking broad not to have motherfuckers in here. I still paid all the bills while she didn’t pay shit!

  “What the fuck y’all ugly motherfuckers doing in my crib?” I asked them. Myla had her ghetto ass mama, Quayla, and two other ghetto-looking bitches that I had never seen before, sitting on my couch. They all were looking at me with lust in their eyes but I paid that shit no mind. These bitches needed to get the hell out ASAP! I felt something wet on my shoe. I looked down and the dog was pissing on my Nike Foamposites. I picked it up then threw it across the room. The ghetto chick with the purple tracks jumped up yelling.

  “Nigga, don’t be throwing my damn Yorkie! What the fuck is wrong with you?” she asked, pointing her long colorful fingernails in my face.

  “Listen here, bitch! I’m not in the fucking mood today! Y’all need to get the fuck out ASAP. This is my fucking crib and I pay bills here. I don’t give a fuck if this is Myla’s temporary home for the time being! Y’all hoes are not welcome, and if you don’t like it, take her ugly ass with y’all!” I told them.

  Myla wasn’t attractive like her sister, Quayla. Myla just had a banging-ass body! Her ass was amazing and her pussy was good. But her looking like Scooby-Doo in the face was what pissed me off when I got her pregnant. Their Mama was grilling me with no neck. She reminded me of Florida Evans with that gold tooth in her mouth. Her ass was fat as fuck, though. Myla must took after her mother in the looks department.

  “You are not going to be disrespecting my fucking daughter! And you need to respect your elders!” she screamed. I ignored them then went into the fridge. It was empty except for old, molded lunchmeat. It smelled like a dead animal. I threw up in the sink. My stomach had been weak all morning. I felt like shooting all of these bitches.

  “You trifling-ass bitch! You see why the fuck I can’t get with your dirty ass!” I told Myla.

  “And you should know better as their fucking mama! Your daughters don’t cook or clean and are lazy as fuck! I hate bitches like that! Y’all just want to sit on y’all asses all damn day and you think a nigga supposed to respect y’all? Y’all got the wrong fucking nigga!” I shouted. Everyone was on Q.T! The little rat was even hiding under the couch. I was pissed because my love life was fucked up and I had to deal with Myla and her peoples.

  “Myla, I just dropped five g’s in your bank account a few days ago because you complained about not having any groceries. Why the fuck is the fridge empty? What you been doing with your money? Your hair ain’t done and neither are your fucking toes! That’s what the money was for, so you can take care of yourself. Shorty, I swear you are scaring the fuck out of me right now! All y’all bitches are!” I told them.

  I know I was being disrespectful but I no longer cared. It was because of Quayla, Tee-Tee even found out about all of my shit. I didn’t want Tee-Tee to know until I’d gotten a DNA test. Myla was sitting here with her nappy-ass hair sticking straight up. If someone would’ve told me that my baby mama was going to look like Old Dirty Bastard, I wouldn’t had believe that shit! Tee-Tee needed to just stab my ass and get it over with, because this couldn’t be life. These niggas were going to clown the fuck out of my ass for this shit.

  “Hold up, nigga, don’t be talking to her like that!” Quayla jumped up.

  “Bitch, sit your ass down before I get my sister to knock your ass out again!” I shut her up.

  I was heading back home. This place stunk and it was filthy! I was not used to this type of shit. You never see a person’s true colors until they become a permanent fixture in your life. Tee-Tee was on birth control so I know she wasn’t knocked up. It has to be because of Myla that was making me sick. It’s fucked up how some of the men get the symptoms too. I was hoping Myla was pregnant by another nigga! But I know I’m the father, I can feel that shit.

  I walked to the door and Myla ran behind me. “Baby wait! I gave my mother the money because she was behind on her mortgage!” she cried.

  “Yo, you see why I didn’t stay with your dumb ass? Are you retarded? A fucking mortgage? Bitch, your mama lives in public housing! Her rent is probably only fifty dollars, if that!” I yelled. I’m fucking Killa up for hooking me up with this bitch!

  She started crying and the more I looked at her hair, the angrier I got. I wasn’t a shallow-ass dude and I wasn’t pressed to have a bitch that looked like Halle Berry. I know a lot of broads that wasn’t pretty but kept their self up, making them lo
ok like dimes. Myla kept herself up when we were together, but now I didn’t know who she was. I made a decision that I couldn’t go on like this. I know I don’t believe in abortions but I couldn’t deal with this shit! I was a young nigga and had a lot on my plate. I went in my pockets and pulled out a few stacks.

  “Get an abortion ASAP. I don’t want no bitch like you like baring my children!” I slapped the money in her hands.

  “Oh, so that dyke bitch is good enough? You want a bitch that hustles instead?” she asked.

  “You hating? I don’t give a fuck what my shorty did! She wasn’t lazy and didn’t sit around on her ass waiting for me to take care of her. I’m not a stingy-ass nigga but all niggas want a bitch that is getting her own. You are not even four months pregnant and complaining and shit! I see bitches doing shit with themselves and you are not doing shit! You are going to end up like your mama and Quayla if you keep this up! No nigga is going to want you! You don’t even have common sense! How in the fuck are you going to let your mama talk your ass into giving her mortgage money, when she doesn’t even own a house?” I asked her.

 

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