Page 61 of June: When Gangstas Collide

June and I were two weeks in with the twins, and they were whooping our ass. Once one fell asleep, the other would wake up. The moment June and I tried to close our eyes, we would both cry in sync. My titties were sore from all the sucking, and every other night, June was trying to fuck. We didn’t have time for all that when our sons wouldn’t allow it. Besides, I wasn’t trying to get pregnant again because this alone was enough.

Today, however, was a special day. I got out of the car and picked up Savior. At first, I was afraid of having identical twins, afraid of not being able to tell them apart, but I guess it was a mother’s instinct, because I knew the difference. However, Savior, who came out first, had a heart-shaped birthmark on his lower stomach, and Peace did not have one at all. June picked up Peace, and we walked behind Samara.

She said she wanted to stay on campus, but June refused. He got her an apartment not too far from campus. I told him to let her get the whole college experience, but that stubborn part of him wouldn’t let it happen. When she opened the door, the sound of a champagne bottle popping, and June drew his gun. Dio popped, jumped up, and was butt naked.

“Congrats, oh shit!”

he said as he dropped the bottle and tossed a pillow in front of him.

I knew June was mad, but all I could do was laugh.

“Little nigga! I give you an inch and you take a mile. Samara, what the fuck is this shit?”

“I-I gave him a key, but Chevy relax—”

He turned toward me and grumbled, “Z, I don’t like this shit.”

“They have to learn on their own. Relax.”

Dio scooted his feet until he disappeared into the room. I turned to Samara.

“I know you and Dio are in a puppy love stage, but college is different. Protect your heart and make good choices.”

She nodded. We had paid for her apartment to be furnished with what she wanted, and it definitely gave an artistic touch. It displayed all of her personality throughout the house, but what I noticed was that the color orange was everywhere, and that told me a lot.

“It’s nice in here, Samara.”

“Yeah, it is, but that nigga can’t come over. Samara—”

Dio shouted from the back, “No, Chev, that’s my girl, not yours. Chill.”

Samara laughed.

“I have something for you guys. Hold on,”

she said as she reached into her purse, pulling out her ID.

We both glanced at it at the same time. Samara Calloway. June nodded.

“That shit looks good. Listen, we’re going to let you return to that little nigga in there before my old ways catch up to me and I shoot through the door, but if you need me, I’m a call away. I’m proud of you and can’t wait to see you flourish. I know the daughter God blessed me with will do what needs to be done. I love you like a father loves a daughter.”

“I love you and so do your brothers,”

I told her.

We headed to leave, and June stopped and turned around.

“If Clark says a fucking word to you. If he even breathes the wrong way, you let me know. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Chevy, I do. Now, can I enjoy this HBCU life, please?”

“Nah, you want to go back there with Dio’s ass, that’s what you’re trying to do. As a matter of fact, let's stay for dinner.”

“Nigga!”

Dio shouted.

“Even Zeus didn’t do all this shit! Nigga she’s good!”

I tapped June’s shoulder.

“Come on, I have to feed the boys anyway.”

Samara came over and kissed them both. I lifted her chin, “You keep this up at all times. If you have to and only if you have to, beat a bitch ass. Don’t forget about this weekend.”

She laughed.

“I won’t. I love you guys, seriously.”

Today was a big day. June and I decided to remarry, the only difference being that we were having a wedding with all the bells and whistles. Honestly, I didn’t care if we had a wedding or not. Once his name had become official, all I cared about was knowing that my last name meant something.

The chair spun to face the mirror, and I smiled.

“This looks so good.”

My hair was pinned up with my curls falling forward over my eyes. I had a gold crown that rested between the updo and curls.

“Thank you,”

I said to Sage.

I didn’t know much about her, but I did know she was seeing Preach. She knew that Navanna was my sister, so she kept her distance for the most part. Harvey came over to me, “Come on, before we are late to your wedding.”

She and I rushed out the door to leave. Harvey sped through the city like a bat out of hell. The closer we had gotten to the outdoor venue, the worse my nerves were becoming. You would have thought this was our first intimate moment. When we arrived, we hurried out of the car, into the building, and the dressing room where the girls were all waiting.

They all looked so good in their orange dresses. Harvey took her clothes off as she hadn’t gotten dressed, while the ladies helped me into mine. After putting on the dress, jewelry, and more lipstick, I slowly turned to look at myself in the mirror, and I had become emotional. It was like a fairytale. The slim fit and flare dress was gold, it made my breasts sit up high and snugged in my waist. It was giving royalty.

Navanna came up behind me, “You look like a fucking queen.”

I could feel the tears welling in my eyes because, although they knew the surface level things, they did not know how much it took to actually get here.