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“ C an you just please not cause a scene?” I asked Lucky.

“I’m not going to cause a scene. Have you ever loss someone you loved and couldn’t do shit about it?”

I was about to tell him I have but he stormed out of the bedroom so fast that he didn’t give me time to answer him.

His anger the past week was really starting to scare me.

He hadn’t slept in the bed with me all week and I was getting worried.

He came in late and left out early. No one knew anything and stress was starting to set in.

The news station was here for the fourth time this week and he was tired of it.

I didn’t blame him which is why I was asking him not to make a scene because it was going to air on national television.

I tried my best to make it down the stairs in time, but he had already punched one reported in the face before I snatched him back but ended up on my ass. Once he noticed he knocked me down he slammed the door and tried to help me up, but I snatched away.

“I understand you lost your mama but you about to lose me too if you don’t get your fucking temper under control. You better pray he doesn’t press charges against you,” I stormed off to get away from him.

His stupid ass was starting to work my nerves, and I was trying to be the compassionate wife but that was getting very slim.

I fixed myself a glass of juice and sat at the table staring off into space.

I knew exactly how he felt. He wanted answers.

Shit, I still wanted answers for three years now.

He needed to live with the fact that they may never come.

“I’m sorry for pushing you,” he sat next to me.

“Aight.”

“Blessyn, you know I didn’t mean that shit. I’m pissed off that they won’t give me my privacy.”

“You are a fucking business owner in the city. Do you know how many stations that shit is going to be on? I thought you had more sense than that Lucky. You let them throw you off.”

“Again, I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“Okay.”

He still hadn’t buried his mama. For some reason, his daddy was giving him grief about where he wanted shit done but didn’t have a dime to give.

It didn’t make shit better that their relationship was strained.

Lucky was under a lot of stress, and he wouldn’t even let me in so I could help.

Every time I tried, he would get up and go in another room.

I finally left his ass alone and spent my time at the barbershop or my house until he would notice I was gone and make me come home.

I was tired of sitting up in the house acting like we were fine when we both were about to explode.

Not once had I seen him cry all he ever did was squeeze his stress ball and stare off into space.

I’ll cook and he won’t eat. I started putting his food in the microwave for when he was up roaming the house in the middle of the night.

Merci said Perc won’t even talk to her. I was worried sick about him because I knew he was closest to his mama.

I would send him a text every day, but he never responded back.

“Do you need me to do anything?” I asked as I entered his office and walked toward his desk. Lucky grabbed my hand and pulled me on his lap.

“Please don’t leave me. I just need some time to get this shit together and then it’s me and you again. I’m not neglecting you and I see everything you’re doing. I appreciate it a lot. All I want you to do is rest. I’ll be fine.” He placed a soft kiss on my neck.

“I’m not leaving you, Lucky.”

“Thank you for being patient with me. I love you, Blessyn.”

“I love you too.”

I knew it was fucking up his mental, but he was trying to keep everything together for his brother.

His daddy was supposed to stop by this evening so they could make the final arrangements, so I went to the kitchen to start dinner.

Lucky invited everyone, including Merci.

He wanted to be surrounded by family during this time.

I was nervous about how this was going to end being the small details he would tell me about his dad.

Merci arrived at six to help me finish up everything.

Lucky still hadn’t come out of his office from earlier.

I would peek in to see if he needed anything and he would be on the phone or pacing the floor.

Merci set the table while I got all the food on ready to be served.

I should’ve listened to Lucky when he told me to hire a chef, but I wanted to cook on my own and now I was tired as hell and dinner hadn’t started yet.

Perc had now made it, and the awkwardness hit the room like a ton of bricks.

Merci was going on about her business like he wasn’t in the room.

At the moment, Merci, Perc, and his daughter were at my house.

It was the safest place. Thing between them were not good and it caused an uneasiness between all of us.

Lucky sat at the head of the table with his face in his phone.

That was something he never did. Lately, he held on to his phones like his life depended on it.

Perc sat across from Merci with his daughter in his lap, staring a hole in her while she tried to carry on a conversation with me that I was not listening to.

I just occasionally nodded my head because I knew what she was doing.

Everyone stopped what they were doing when the doorbell went off.

I hadn’t met Lucky’s mom or dad. My stomach was getting upset from my nerves.

I was too old to try to get a muthafucka to like me but at the same time, first impression was everything.

My heart stopped when I watched the man that I thought was my father walk into my dining room.

“Everyone this is the man my mother married,” Lucky said before sitting down.

Merci looked at me and back at him. I just knew I was about to explode because I asked him to introduce his children to us, but he refused.

He took his hat off and sat at the other end of the table.

How could I not see the resemblance in him and Lucky?

They looked just a fucking like. This shit was sickening.

If he was my father, I would’ve been married and pregnant by my damn brother.

“Is this the type of sick fucking game you like to play?” I asked him.

Lucky looked at me to make sure I wasn’t talking to him.

“For twenty-eight years you portrayed to be my fucking father and now this shit. I worshipped the ground you walked on, but now I know you just a piece of fucking shit. You dragged my mother through hell and because of it, we both were fucked up,” I pointed at me and Merci.

“You don’t get to tell me shit. I raised both of y’all knowing neither of you belonged to me. Don’t think because you with his ass now that you can pop off at the only nigga that ever loved you. Like I said, I made you and you owe me,” he said.

“She don’t owe your ass shit, nigga. If you think you gon’ come in my muthafucka house and talk to my wife like that you got me fucked up.

I never liked your punk ass for how you married my mama but could never be in our lives.

All that tipping in and out and now I know what the fuck you was doing.

The only reason you here is because of that marriage license you got with my mama.

I don’t need your input at all ‘cause me and Perc got this shit under control like we been doing,” Lucky stated.

“Y’all punk ass really think shit sweet.

All four of y’all sitting at this table was made by me.

I may not have biologically had the girls, but my hustle runs through their veins.

As for you two muthafuckas, you are making money because of me.

Y’all gon’ respect me as I sit as this table, break bread, and try to figure out how to bury my wife. ”

The tears burned my eyes hearing him say his wife. My mama was probably home drinking herself to sleep while he sat here across from my husband talking about his wife.

“No disrespect to your mama Lucky and Perc but the only woman you should be worried about is my fucking mama,” Merci said.

“She ran off to be with my crackhead daddy because you were sleeping around with their mama. None of this shit would’ve happened to me if you were home where you were supposed to be. ”

“I was home dammit,” he slammed his hand on the table.

“Your fucking mama got with me knowing I didn’t want to be with her.

She did everything in her power to get me and when she got me, I couldn’t leave because she was pregnant with you, Blessyn.

Lucky was already born, so you see, I was home.

Y’all was never home. I did grow to love her, but my wife still remained first.”

Hearing all of this made me lose my appetite.

I knew this was a bad idea, but the funeral had to go on and the only way to get the ball rolling was to get them under the same roof.

I never thought it would’ve been my supposedly father.

I excused myself from the table and went to my room so I could change my clothes.

Lucky came in behind me and shut the door.

“I had no fucking idea,” his tone apologetic.

“It’s cool. I’m glad he’s not my father. That bastard meant the world to me. He’s nothing like I thought he was when I was a little girl.”

“Don’t let this upset you and the baby. We about to go in my office and talk this shit out. You and Merci grab a plate and go sit outside by the pool. Both of y’all need to eat. I’ll have him out of here in no time.”