Page 4 of June: When Gangstas Collide

June stepped into the room as I sat there. I watched the clock from the time I got back to the house from the hospital, waiting for him to come back. With each hour that had passed, my stomach turned, and my heart raced because I didn’t know if my husband was going to make it home.

He had promised me this, and it’s like he went back on the promises he made. This wasn’t a matter of him being sick anymore. This was his pride. This was June being selfish. This was him digging himself into a hole that he was scraping to get out of.

He barely looked at me since he stepped foot into our bedroom. I watched him like a hawk as he moved around the room in silence. He grabbed his things and walked into the bathroom to shower. I couldn’t believe him. The same man who preached to everyone and stayed in everyone’s business couldn’t handle the business within his own home. When I heard the shower running, I climbed out of bed and walked toward the bathroom.

Are you getting in with me?

No.

Come on, Z.

I said no.

I thought that after he had the surgery, the mind talking would end, but it didn’t. That’s when I knew he was my person. I wish he knew that he didn’t need to do all the things he was doing to be a king. His kingdom was here with me and our unborn child. His kingdom was all those guys he had riding along with him. I understood he was trying to protect his family, but it was becoming increasingly dangerous, and his problems were beginning to manifest at our front door.

I stepped closer to the bathroom door, and before I could open it, he swung it open, standing before me naked. June’s midnight skin called to me. He had regained his weight, plus some. His chiseled abs pumped in and out, and the dim light focused on the tattoo that graced his neck.

“You getting in or not?”

I was stuck. Every time this man stood before me, it was like looking at a chocolate God. It was hypnotizing; it was something you couldn’t walk away from. June was the type of fine that’ll make you forget that you were mad just for those few minutes, so he could take you where you need to be. He didn’t allow me time to respond as his hand gripped the back of my head, pulling me into his arms and kissing me.

The taste of his lips was sweet, and his tongue was like heaven. I closed my eyes and embraced all of it. I felt my body moving forward as he was stepping backward. He pulled away from me and let his eyes rest on me passionately. He reached out, pulled at my tube top, and took it off. Without taking his eyes off me, he slowly removed my shorts. I could see him peek over my belly as I stepped out of them. June grabbed my hand and led me into the shower.

I couldn’t lie, the steaming water running down my body felt good. All the tension and stress trickled down the drain. I could feel him behind me as he kissed the back of my head, then gripped the bottom of my stomach and lifted it slightly, taking some of the pressure off my body.

“Ooo, that feels good,”

I mumbled as my body collapsed in his arms.

“I know, baby. I know.”

It was this. He knew he was wrong, but the nigga also knew how to finesse his way out of shit. The smell of my shampoo wafted across my nose before I felt his hand on my head massaging my scalp.

“Fuck!” I moaned.

This man had that hood nigga juju. The type of juju that’ll make you cum from his words and simple shit like his touch. June the hood nigga juju doctor. June the fucking hood magician. The man was casting spells, even if I wanted out, there was no exit. June turned me in his direction and kissed me again before his lips traveled to my shoulders, breasts, then belly.

“I love you and this baby Z, just trust me, please,”

I heard him say.

I closed my eyes because I knew he meant it, but his actions showed otherwise. I feared that if he kept moving, as he was, he and I wouldn’t last because, at the end of it all, when my baby arrived, that would be my focus, and I would have to walk away for the sake of our child.