Page 29 of Always Been You

Terror

“ H ow do I look?” Dyami asked for the fifteenth time. We were in her house, and this was the first day she was going to meet MJ. She was nervous as hell for some reason. It was cute, but I knew she didn’t have anything to worry about. He would love her.

“Baby, you look great. Stop stressing,” I said, approaching her and wrapping her in my arms.

“I know, but what if he doesn’t like me? I haven’t been around kids in like forever,” she admitted.

“I get it. Shit, I was scared as hell myself when he was born. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I figured it out. And the best part about it is that you're not doing it by yourself.”

“I know. It’s just—"

“He will love you just like I love you, so stop stressing, Dyami,” I said, planting a kiss on her forehead. She pushed away from me and looked at me.

“I love you, too. I want him to like me."

“Stop stressing,” I silenced her with a kiss and grabbed a handful of ass. “Let’s go. Momma is waiting on us, and she can’t wait to see you.”

I wasn’t scared of anything I was feeling for her.

It was like nothing ever left from back in the day.

This whole time, I felt like I was searching for her without even knowing it.

No one was ever good enough for me. I would always find fault in any chick who tried to get too close.

Secretly measuring them up to that feeling I had that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

I knew what that feeling was now. It was love, and I was man enough to say it and prove it every chance I got.

I kept my word to her about handling my shit my shit with Crystal.

I wasn’t going to play about the two most important things in my life.

I hadn’t been this happy in a while, and I was determined to keep it that way.

I kept trying to calm Dyami down on the way to my mom’s house.

I picked up MJ earlier from Crystal and dropped him off there while I got Dyami.

I knew this was a big step for her, so I couldn’t risk Crystal acting like a damn fool at the exchange if she saw her with me.

They would eventually have to be cordial, but her meeting with MJ was enough anxiety for her.

As soon as my mom opened the door, she was beaming. I had never seen her smile so wide.

“OH MY GOD!!! DYAMI!” She grabbed her and hugged her tight as hell.

“Girl!!! You look even better than the last time I saw you. You den filled out girl! Look at those hips.” My mom was talking a mile a minute, but Dyami was smiling, so I was cool.

“Aww, thank you, Ms. Lyn.”

“Ms. Lyn? Girl, if you don’t call me momma as many times as you sat your butt at my table and ate my food. Girl, let me tell you, Marcos' ass cried for days.”

“Umm, okay, chill,” I said, cutting into the conversation. She was tripping with that one.

“Boy, don’t be mad because I’m telling the truth. This boy had it bad for some Dyami.”

“Shit, I still do,” I said, licking my lips and looking at her fine ass.

“Okay, boy! Don’t be cursing up in my house,” my mom teased, and we all walked in, and I called MJ. He ran to me, and I scooped him up in my arms.

“What’s up, dude? I want you to meet somebody,” I said, taking him to Dyami.

“This is Dyami, and she is very important to me. She is going to be around a whole lot.”

She smiled, and MJ went over to hug her, being the charming boy that he is. She smiled brightly and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, MJ.”

“Daddy, she is pretty,” he said, and she blushed.

“Aye, boy, get off my woman,” I joked, and everyone cracked up.

“Come play with my toys, Dyami!” he said, dragging her to the room. I hung back and sat on the couch with my mom. I looked over at her, and she was smiling so damn hard I thought her face was about to crack.

“What woman?”

“I’m just so happy for you! Dyami is even prettier now than she was back then. Boy, please do right by her because it ain’t every day you get a second chance at love.”

“Oh, trust me, ma, we locked in. I ain’t fucking this one up for nobody. I even went down to handle the court stuff with Crystal. I’m serious about getting my life on track.”

I saw tears well up in her eyes. Her dramatic ass was waiting to hear something like this from me for years. I guess all it took was the right woman. My mom went to the kitchen to set the table and warm up the dinner she had cooked, and Dyami came back into the living room.

“Man, that boy has energy for days!” She admitted.

“Hell yeah, he will wear yo’ ass out if you let him,”

She sat down next to me and kissed me. I couldn’t help myself. I pulled her onto my lap and reciprocated her passion. I tugged at her hair, which I was happy she wore down, and she snapped away from me.

“Marcos, if you don’t stop, we are at your mom’s house.”

“Okay, and we grown.”

“No,” she warned, hopping off me and going into the kitchen to help with what my mom needed. I couldn’t help but smile. I could get used to this.

Ma’s ass showed the fuck out on dinner. She made her homemade biscuits, yams, Cornish hens, dressing, and greens.

She made a strawberry crunch cheesecake that was bomb as fuck too.

It wasn’t much talking until the end of the meal.

Even MJ’s motor mouth lil jaws was too busy eating to talk his mile a minute as usual.

“Why every time I ask you to cook, you flag on me? As soon as I mention Dyami, you throwing down like it’s Thanksgiving?” I asked her.

“Maybe I like her more than I like you.” My momma answered, winking at Dyami, and my baby blushed. I was so glad my baby was getting the love she deserved.

“You need any help, Ma? The least I can do is help you clean the way you just fed me.” Dyami chimed in, rubbing her tummy.

“No, that’s okay, honey. You get a pass this time. Next time you are on dish duty, though.” She joked.

Dyami and I helped clear the plates and take them to the kitchen.

We said we were going to leave shortly, but we sank into the couch as soon as we arrived in the living room.

We damn near passed out on the couch due to having the itis after that big ass meal.

But I knew I had to drive her home. I wanted to stay with her, but I was on daddy duty.

We both decided to wait a while before she spent the night with me, while MJ was there.

I was happy she understood and agreed with that.

He was just so little, and I didn’t want to confuse him.

“I guess I should tell everyone goodbye?” Dyami was the first to speak.

“Yeah, it’s getting a little late, and I don’t want to keep Ma up. MJ!”

MJ came barreling in when I called him. Dyami rose and squatted down to him.

“It was so nice to meet you, MJ.” She said sweetly. MJ was definitely on that because he gave her a big hug and kiss on her cheek. I saw him melt her, and I knew then that this migration wouldn’t be complex for either one of them. She was natural, and he could feel the good energy.

“Daddy is going to drop Ms. Dyami off, and I’ll be right back.”

“Can we watch Spider-Man tonight when we get home?” He didn’t give a fuck about shit else.

“Whatever you want, dude.” He pounded my fist and was back to playing. We said our goodbyes to Ma six times before she let us out the door.

“I really love MJ. He is the sweetest little boy.” Dyami admitted as she slipped into the passenger seat.

“Where do you think he gets it from?”

“Don’t start. I’m being serious.” She smiled and looked out of the window.

“I told you it was nothing to worry about.”

“I guess you do know what you are talking about sometimes.”

The conversation died down as I drove her back.

When I got in front of her house, I kissed her lips real good before I left, knowing I would miss her ass just as much as she missed me.

That pretty muthafucka between her legs was calling to me, so I didn’t dare go in, but I promised to call as soon as I put MJ down.

I went back to my mom’s house. I wanted to know how MJ felt about everything, so I pulled him up on the couch next to me.

“You like Dyami?” I asked.

“Yes, she is nice.”

“Do you have any questions for Daddy?”

He paused for a moment to think. “So, is that like your girlfriend?”

“You can say something like that,” I said with a chuckle. I wondered when he became smart enough to understand what a girlfriend was.

“So, now, I’ll have two mommies and two daddies.” He said proudly.

“What do you mean by two daddies?” That shit made me sit up so fast.

“My other daddy came to my mom's house, and he told me he was my real daddy, and I wouldn’t be seeing you that much. But I don’t like that. I want to see you.”

“WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU THAT, MJ!”

My voice startled him, and I had to bring myself down quickly.

I was pissed the fuck off that any nigga she was seeing was overstepping his boundaries like that.

Niggas were always trying to do too fucking much.

No matter how much I wasn’t fucking with Crystal ass, I would never let Dyami make a statement to our child like that.

On top of that, I knew she never would. Crystal was immature as hell, and I was about to see about that shit immediately.

“What is going on in here?” My mom asked, rounding the corner.

“Crystal got some nigga telling MJ that he's his daddy and not me. So, we about to go see about this shit right now!”

“Marcos, calm down. Let me keep MJ here while you straighten all this out.”

“Naw, momma, she needs to tell him the truth in front of me, so I know he heard it. MJ, get your shoes on,” I said firmly.

“Am I in trouble, Daddy?” He asked timidly.

“Naw, lil’ man, you ain’t in trouble, it’s just a little misunderstanding, and we're gonna just go clear it up. Go put on your shoes,” I said a little gentler. He went to the closet, and my mom came and touched my shoulder.

“Just make sure you are calm about everything. She is just trying to get under your skin. Keep your head, baby, and call me when you make it home,” she placed a kiss on my cheek, and MJ and I were out the door.

I was trying to do everything in my power to calm myself down, but that shit wasn’t working.

I was tearing up the highway, I was so fucking mad.

The only thing that made me slow down was looking in my rearview mirror and seeing my son.

The nerve of some nigga to come in and say some shit like that to him.

What kind of bitches were these niggas out here?

Who goes up to somebody seed and says that?

I got to her house and picked up MJ. There was a blue Viper parked in the driveway that I walked past. That was probably that nigga that said that fuck shit, and in my mind, that was perfect. It was time to settle this shit.