Page 2 of I’m So Mega

Why, Big G? “Hiding and scamming are two different things. Tighten up talking about my wife, lil nigglet.” It was rare that I called them niggas or nigglets, but sometimes they took me there. “Now, if y’all weren’t trading places because of a test, then why did y’all?”

Joseph looked at his brother with soft eyes.

Yeah, there was much more to this story.

Near the beginning of the year, the boys were struggling in the subjects that their teachers identified.

We recognized it early and jumped on it with tutors.

We did the same with Maggie when she was diagnosed with dyslexia.

We got her with a specialist immediately, and now she was proficient in her reading and writing.

Matthew shifted on his bed, where he and his brother sat. The gaming system was in his room because he loved to play games more than his brother. “We just wanted to see if anyone would notice.” He’s lying. He was either protecting his brother, or his brother was protecting him.

“Until you two can run me the truth, y’all can start a book club. Y’all mama would love that.” I heard them suck their teeth as I walked out of their rooms. Ask me if I cared.

Ruth sat at her workstation working on a mask in our massive bedroom. She looked up when she heard our door close behind me. She giggled, then said, “You took their game? They’re just going to watch TV.”

My neck twisted in her direction after I locked their game system in our safe. “That’s an improbability with the small padlock that’s on the plug. They don’t have a way to plug it in.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You didn’t! Oh my gosh! Mama Goldie is going to have a laugh at that one.”

I got that padlock in the little hole on the plug straight from my mother. She used to do that to me all the time when I was a kid. I hated it when she did that. Now, I appreciated it because I was able to use it on my kids.

Ruth leaned her head back and puckered her lips out so that I could kiss them. I glanced down at the mask. “What book are you creating that masterpiece for?”

Her paintbrush stopped moving across the mask. “It’s a book called You Deserve Good Things by Meka Evette. It was her debut release. Baby, it is such a good story about healing and the strength of true love. Jacory . . . ooh wee!”

“So, you’re really gonna swoon over some fictional nigga in my face like I won’t throw your kindle in the pool and burn all your paperbacks, including the special editions,” I said with all seriousness.

She had me messed up. “Talking about some ooh wee over a nigga made up in someone’s mind.

You better ooh wee on this dick tonight, since you ooh weeing. ”

She leaned forward on her desk with laughter.

She laughed but she knew I was serious. She placed the paintbrush down, wiped her hand on the damp towel, took off her painting apron, then strutted over to our bed where I lay.

My sons, Megha, Matthew, and Joseph, had done wonderful work for her body.

My hands went to her hips when she straddled me.

She leaned down and locked her lips with mine.

With her lips still against mine, she mumbled, “You want me to woo wee on your dick, baby?”

“You damn right I do.” I cupped the back of her neck to pull her lips back to mine. “I want you to do all kind of things on this dick. You gonna be my lil slut tonight?”

Her hand reached between her legs to grip my already hardened dick. The corners of her lips curved up, lifting her cheeks. “Woo wee, that’s a big dick.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” My legs kicked like a three-year-old having a tantrum. “I wonder which one of your kids came to fuck up my pussy opportunity.”

Ruth smacked my chest. “Language, sir.” She climbed off my lap to let me sit up before she threw the throw blanket over my slowly softening dick. “Come in.”

Seconds later, my baby girl walked in. Maggie looked so much like her mother until it scared the hell out of me. Like her mother, she had hair down her back that was kept braided most of the year. “Hi, Mommy and Daddy. Can I talk to you?”

Her voice was a little shaky. Stay cool.

It could be nothing. Ruth said that I tended to jump the gun.

You shoot out the tires on one lil nigglet’s Power Wheels and you’re the bad guy.

He wasn’t about to ride around with my daughter in his passenger seat with his arm around her like he was a five-year-old pimp.

Why that old ass lil boy still had a Power Wheel anyway?

Matthew and Joseph had dirt bikes by that time. That told me that old boy’s daddy was a bitch! God, forgive me. His daddy was lesser of a man than what was deemed acceptable. “Of course, you can talk to us, baby girl,” I assured her.

She sat on the bed bench and fiddled with her thumbs. Yeah, I’m about to mess someone up. “Um, Mommy, you remember I told you about the dance in a few weeks?” She paused until Ruth gave her confirmation. She didn’t tell me about a damn dance. “Ryne Armen asked me to be his date.”

Ruth jumped out of the bed with a gasp. That’s right, wife! Tell her to sit down . . . “Oh my gosh! We have to make sure your dress is extra cute now!”

“Excuse my fatherly pardon, but I don’t remember agreeing to let my twelve-year-old daughter go on a date. What kind of world is this?” I looked toward the ceiling. “Big G, why are You testing my parenthood skills today?”

Ruth’s hand went to her hip. “Mega, stop it! It’s a school dance for Christ’s sake. It will be fully chaperoned.” She waved me off like I had no stake in this conversation.

“Daddy, Kellie is going with Ryne’s best friend, Payton. I don’t want to be a third wheel,” Maggie whined. “It’s just a dance.”

There was no way my brother from another mother and Ruth’s blood brother was alright with some lil nigglet taking my niece on a date. I didn’t care that it was to a chaperoned dance. I used to smash girls at chaperoned dances, so it being chaperoned meant nothing to me.

“Let’s go see if you have something in your closet or if we need to go shopping.” Ruth and Maggie rushed out of the room like I wasn’t here contemplating on whether this little boy was going to have a sudden accident the day before the dance.

I wouldn’t kill him. I try not to do that anymore, but a broken leg would build character.

Both of them had me messed up. I reached into the bedside table drawer to pull out my bat phone.

Retired associates of Christianson Enterprises kept their bat phones in cases of emergency.

This felt like one. I pulled up the contact I needed.

Me:

Hey, what’s up? I need you to pull a file on someone.

TB:

Okay, give me the name and anything else you have.

Yeah, Taelyn would get this information fast as hell. She was currently the Vice President of Information Technology at Christianson Enterprises. Mauri retired a few years ago but was still available for special assignments like we all were.

Me:

His name is Ryne Armen. Age is 12 or 13. He attends Coreland Middle.

The little dots started to move on the screen. I turned on the television as I waited for her to respond. She must have been typing an essay or something.

TB:

ML, I know you’re not about to have me looking up a 12 or 13 year old. What the hell did he do!

Me:

He asked my daughter to be his date to a dance. I need to make sure him and his people aren’t traffickers or anything.

That was a real possibility. When it came to my children, I didn’t put anything past anyone. The dots on the screen started to move.

TB:

She’ll pull the information for you and have it to you by the morning. – DC.

See, that right there was why Draco would always be my dude!

Over the years, our families had grown tighter.

Draco and Taelyn had two sets of twins. Their youngest set, Trelyn and Dralyn, were identical while his first set, Cartrell and Zoie Lynn, were fraternal.

Yeah, we were going to see how this played out after I got this information.

A Couple Days Later . . .

“Mr. Gorrom, I’m extremely pleased that you heeded my advice and you were able to see the benefit of doing by the increase in your bottom line. Why make high six figures when you could make high seven with a few adjustments?”

I was in my office with a client that I consulted with in my position at Christianson Enterprises.

I made great money in my position. I made better money when I was in the disposal department, but forced retirement knocked me out of that position.

I spoke with Mr. Gorrom for a few more minutes before I disconnected the video call.

I loosened my tie and got up from my seat. It was my last call of the day, so it was time for me to get the hell out of this suit. I wore a full suit, although I was virtual, because I walked around my office during calls when I brainstormed. The client could see me because of the camera layout.

When I opened the door to my office, there stood a very upset Ruth. Ah, hell. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. “What’s going on, beautiful wife of mine?”

When I tried to kiss her lips, she turned her head. “Mega, did you somehow get Ryne’s parents’ information and call them to invite them to dinner to talk about our children’s date? Is that what you did?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “It sounds like you know what I did, so why the questions?” I pecked her lips, although I knew she didn’t want me to. I pivoted on my heels to head to our bedroom.

“Mega, that was completely uncalled for. It’s a school dance.” I felt her on my heels. “Ryne said something to Maggie about it, and she is upset. Why would you do that?”