Page 23 of He Thugged Me First

“Love, put the fucking dress on. We gotta go.” I stood at the stove making her spoiled ass pancakes so we could be out the door to her doctor’s appointment.

Today I would possibly be able to know if I could hang the guns up for good or shine them periodically and keep my aim on point.

I was praying to the man above that I got a son, because if my daughter looked anything like her mom, I was going the fuck to jail.

The fucked-up thing was that I didn’t take any of this into account before I put in time to make this baby.

If I had a daughter, I was praying that my baby girl got an ugly gene from somewhere, but then I was still going to jail.

I didn’t want niggas picking on my daughter or tryna hit on her.

I just knew if we found out today, I was gonna be pissed.

“How do you criticize everything I walk out of the room in, but you wanna rush me?” Love turned the corner into the kitchen with a mug.

I laughed because she rarely mugged me.

“Because all ya clothes are tight as fuck. What you tryna do, get me a case early?”

She giggled.

“You’re laughing, but I’m dead ass serious.

Now eat this nasty ass pancake.” I flipped her banana pancake onto the plate.

After applying some butter to it, I put a fork on her plate and sat her food on the island.

When she took a seat at the island and started to eat, I started to clean up after myself.

I wasn’t the type of nigga to cook or none of that.

Hell, the only thing I knew how to cook was that bullshit and Ramen noodles.

The only reason I knew how to make that was because when we first started dating, as she called it, we went to this couples’ breakfast class.

She loved shit like that, so I did it for her.

The thing is, the only thing I learned was the flavored pancake shit. In my opinion, it was the easiest.

It took us entirely too damn long to get out of the house, but Love was full for the time being, so we rushed to the doctor’s appointment that was right up the street. I couldn’t understand how we were always late, but at this point, I was blaming her. She had changed about five times.

“Nah. You don’t look fat. You slim-thick, baby.

” I glanced up from my phone at Love. She had me in this fucking store for hours.

I mean, how long did it take to get maternity clothes?

Matter fact, she refused to buy them. Instead, she was just buying clothes larger.

At first, watching her whine about the sizes not being there was funny, but now I was ready to go home.

I fucked up when I told her that she could have my whole day.

That meant we were about to eat like five times and have all these emotional ass conversations.

Baby had already asked me why I was with her three times.

Her hormones were all over the fucking place, giving a nigga all types of whiplash.

“Stop acting all uninterested. You’re the one who wanted a baby.” My sister mugged me from the other side of the sofa.

“Mind yo’ business, Gina. You are the reason we are here.” I mugged her.

“How? You’re the one who told her that her jeans were cutting off her circulation. Women are very sensitive around this time.” My sister laughed and went back to focusing on her phone. “So what are we having?”

“Still don’t know. The little nigga is stubborn.” I shook my head, thinking about the epic failure at the doctor’s appointment.

“Sounds exactly like somebody I know.” She cut her eyes at me.

“That’s what I told him, but he didn’t believe me.” Love walked her little thick ass out of the dressing room holding all of the shit that she tried on.

“Fuck outta here. I’m the most easy-going person y’all will ever meet, and I don’t like the way y’all ganging up on a nigga right now.

“Ganging up? Uh, no.” My sister shook her head. She knew her nappy head ass took Love’s side every chance she got.

“Where is my niece? She always has my back.”

“With her auntie. Thank God!” she praised.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked, mugging her.

“Look, there comes a time in life when you realize that you’re not the boss. Your kids are.” Gina shook her head.

“I don’t run my house. They do. I just go along to get along to keep them happy.” She shrugged.

“Yo, that’s fucked up. It sounds like you’re doing some punk ass parenting.” I shook my head.

“Oh, no you didn’t. Every time Kirey comes over, she runs you.” Love had her hand on her hip, smirking at me.

“Nah. That’s good negotiation.” I shook my head then I focused on Love. She was holding all of me emotionally and mentally in her head, and she didn’t even know it. “Look, shorty. I ain’t getting up if you got some more shit to try on.”

“Good, then stay right there and hold this. I had my eyes on a few more pieces.” Love set everything she was holding down in front of me and walked back into the store. One thing about Love was that her ass was gonna shop.

“When are you gonna ask her?” Gina asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

I glanced over at her before I shrugged. “It’s never the right time.”

She giggled. “Are you nervous, lil’ nigga?”

I couldn’t help but laugh because she playfully put bass into her voice.

“All jokes aside, don’t be. She’s gonna say yes because for some reason, she adores you.”

I nodded my head just as she walked back into the dressing area holding a pile of shit. She was smiling and in her own little world, which brought a smile to my face.

“Before you say anything it’s?—”

“All ugly than a motherfucker, fam,” I finished.

She mugged me. “If it is, you’re still buying it.”