Page 30 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

I ’d been contemplating about telling Meek about how I was feeling for the past couple of weeks.

My energy levels were shot, and I was constantly hungry all the time.

I tried to ignore all of the signs of pregnancy, but when I missed my cycle two days ago I had to face reality.

I was stuck sitting on the couch for the past hour staring at three different pregnancy tests that all read the same results no matter which way you put it.

I was definitely pregnant. When I got pregnant from Kidd, I was happy about it because my life was much different then; I felt the need to have a baby to fill a void.

I couldn’t say the same right now because Meek had come in filling all the voids that I needed him to feel.

The love that he reflected upon me was more love then I’d had in my entire lifetime, so I didn’t need that baby right now to do that for me.

I would’ve liked to finish school first and open my shop, but I was going to do that regardless.

No need to cry over spoiled milk. We were old enough and very aware of what the consequence may be if we didn’t protect ourselves at all times.

Now, I had to figure out when I wanted to tell Meek about this.

He’d been working so hard up at the shop, and I couldn’t lie, the money was good.

We were comfortable, not rich and nowhere near it, but comfortable was the word, anything that was a little more than where I came from was good with me.

I finally got up and got myself together.

I needed to call Mya too but before I could pick up the phone, she was calling me.

“Kish, you need to start popping your ass up at that shop.” She said. “I’ve been popping up on that ass for the past couple of days and the same bitch keeps finding a way to linger around. I think this one particular chick has eyes for Meek though; ain’t no need in lying.”

Well geesh, she didn’t even bother to say ‘hello’. “What girl?” I laughed.

“It’s not funny Kisha. You gotta squash shit before it even happens.”

“I’m not popping up to no damn shops Mya. I don’t have time for that I’m way too busy and I doubt Meek is doing anything. We don’t get down like that.” I said.

“I know he doesn’t, and I’m not talking about Meek, I’m talking about these bitches.” She fussed.

“Is everything okay with you and Demond?” I asked her.

“I don’t think he’s ready to fully commit to me.

I have a feeling he’s trying to test my loyalty which I get it.

It’s just tough because he treats me better than anybody I’ve been with.

He’s never called me outside my name, he’s never hit me, he’s never stayed out all night and he always makes sure I’m good over everything else. ”

I frowned while standing in the mirror lifting my shirt up staring at my flat tummy thinking about the growing baby in there. “Okay, so I don’t get it then, what’s the problem?”

“The problem is, he cheats Kisha. Everything in life comes with a price.” She sniffed.

I stretched my eyes. “Are you crying?!”

“No.” She lied.

“You’re not being honest Mya.” I walked into the bedroom to get dressed real quick. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just that…I only want to be loved. Like why does everything come with a price? It’s been tough for me, ya know? Like when I find the right person, he’s flawed somewhere else. Have you ever felt that with Meek?” She asked.

I had to think about it, and I came up with nothing. “No, but see, Meek and I are different Mya. He knows me just as well as I know him. We have the same heart and always express the same kind of love all around.”

“Lucky ass.” She managed to chuckle.

“You’ll be fine Mya. Just try to talk to him and get to the bottom of why he’s testing you the way he is.

For all you know, he could’ve been burned in the past. Women aren’t the only people that get hurt; women out here doing trifling shit to men as well.

” I said thinking about my own past. I hadn’t mentioned it to Meek or Kisha, but soon I was going to counseling.

I’d already set it up, I needed it because everything was balled up inside, and it wasn’t helping me to cleanse my heart in the proper way by holding it all in.

“I guess you’re right. I’mma do that shit tonight. Maybe I’ll tie him up in the bed or something and make him think we about to do some freaky shit to make his ass tell me. You remember on ‘Love and Hip Hop Atlanta’ when Joc’s girlfriend did that shit to him?” She laughed. “That’ll be perfect.”

I couldn’t stop laughing. “I don’t want to have nothing to do with that.”

“Yeah, yeah, well anyway. All jokes aside, keep your eye on them hoes up at that shop. I’ll call you later.”

Just as quick as I thought about what she said, I pushed the thoughts from my head.

Instead, I ran to the store and picked up some roses, a bottle of wine, some candles, and carryout from Rustic Inn.

I didn’t know anything about being romantic, but from what I’d seen on TV I thought this was perfect.

I went to the Family Dollar next and purchased some items that would be used for a baby.

When I got back home, I cleaned the house, lighted the scented candles, and used the rose pedals to make a trail from the kitchen and all throughout the house until they reached the last destination in the bedroom.

I put the food in the oven and took another shower waiting for Meek to pull up.

I wore a long white maxi dress and had my hair hanging down my back.

My light feet were bare, but my white polish sat pretty on my toes.

I had on the ring he got for me along with the matching necklace and my new Pandora charmed bracelet on my wrist. I heard him when he pulled up coming into the driveway.

He walked in looking like a million bucks.

I kind of liked when he dressed casual to work.

“Baby!” He called walking in through the side door leaving his shoes at the door.

When he looked up, he was shocked. “What’s this? ” He smiled.

I turned on the music to our favorite song as Mariah blast through the sound system. “Come.” I said walking up to him placing his hand inside of mine. “How was your day baby? I have a surprise for you.” I placed a gentle kiss upon his lips.

The look on his face was a happy one. “I’m speechless Kish. Never in my twenty-one years has a nigga experienced anything like this. I don’t even know what to say.” He hugged me.

“Well, this is a special occasion. I want you to follow the trail of rose pedals all over the house. Everywhere you stop they’ll be a clue.”

He nodded his head but never stopped smiling as his gold teeth glistened with the light from the candles bouncing off of them. The first stop was to the living room where a card waited for him on the coffee table, he picked it up and read it:

Roses are red; violets are blue

I’ve always loved you

And I know this love is true

He looked back at me and kissed my cheek. “You already know what it is baby.”

“I know.” I smiled.

He walked into the next room, the guest room, and picked up the next card:

In this room, you gave me tough love

You helped me forget about the what ‘was’

You opened my eyes and showed me a love so bright

You were my speck of shine, on any dark night

He looked at me again; speechless, but I could see his words in his eyes. I followed him to the next room. He found the card and a bouquet of roses just for him and picked it up:

When were younger, we had big plans

So, it was only right that you became my man

I was down for so long, until you came back to me

The vision I missed, you helped me see

The future is so bright that I can see it coming

And now it’s time for me to give you something

He pierced his lips together and although he tried to hide it, I saw the tears in his eyes every time he read one of those cards.

Shit I was emotional too. “Come here.” He said pulling me close to him wrapping one arm around my waist so I could walk to the last room with him, our bedroom.

I took a deep breath as he opened the door.

Rose pedals were spread all through the floor and the bed.

“Here.” I pulled a card from behind my back and passed it to him.

“Read it as you walk up to the bed and open the gift box.”

Open this box with an open mind

I promise it’s not bad, I know we’ll be fine

For half a decade we remained true

Only God saw fit; I give you Meek times two

H sat on the bed and looked at me with happy eyes as he ripped the box open.

He took the lid off and was staring at baby powder, baby oil, baby wash, and etc.

“What!” He looked up cheesing. “I know motherfucking well this ain’t what I think it is!

” He jumped up hugging me. “You having my baby Kish?” He asked standing back looking at my stomach then my eyes.

“You really about to give a nigga a baby?”

I didn’t try to stop the tears in my eyes. “Yes.” I smiled. “I found out earlier, I took like three different test. Are you happy?”

“Am I happy?” He chuckled. “Man, Kish this shit is amazing! I promise you don’t have to worry about shit baby. I got ya’ll and that’s my word!”

I used my hand to lightly push him on the bed as I unzipped his pants and removed his limp dick from his boxers to bring it to life.

Meek didn’t stop me. He still wore a smile on his face.

I grabbed a pillow so I could be comfortable on my knees.

After what happened with Rags, I didn’t like the idea of sucking dick.

I even hated when Kidd made me suck his, but Meek?

I loved to please him; he never made me feel dirty or uneasy about it.

I squeezed it with one hand from the bottom. “We shouldn’t be doing this, but I’m gonna try to make it quick.” I told him. He still wasn’t supposed to be doing anything that would make his adrenaline rush.

“Baby, they already banned me from getting some pussy, the least I can get is some head. I’m so horny, I promise you two minutes is all I need.”

I spit on the head of his dick and used both my hands to stroke it from the bottom up before putting it in my mouth. Since he was so big in size, I could only fit half of it, but I knew how to work it. I massaged his dick with my hands and my tongue at the same time.

“Shittt Kish.” He placed one hand on top of my head and gently held it there. I felt his legs stiffen up as I licked up and down his shaft focusing on the thickest vein before putting the tip back in my mouth focusing on that area only. “Damn baby.” He moaned. “A nigga bout to cum ma! Oh shittt!”

He exploded allowing the biggest rupture of semen inside of my mouth.

Like he said that was literally two minutes, so I know he was backed up, which also meant; it wasn’t no way my nigga could’ve been cheating.

I hopped up and ran to the toilet to spit it all out.

That was something that I don’t think I’d ever get used to.

I couldn’t swallow it. I brushed my teeth and grabbed a rag for Meek as he lay there staring at the ceiling.

“That was the best two minutes of my life.” He said staring at me.

I placed my hand on his chest. “How do you feel?”

“I’m aiight Kish.” He assured me and pulled me down close to him to lay there with him.

“When do you go back to the doctor?” I asked.

“This week.” He said. “When you going?” He asked.

“I’ll make an appointment tomorrow.” I assured him.

He turned to look me in my face. “You have to start eating healthy Kish, no more fast food and shit, it’s not good for the baby. And try to buy some mosquito repellent or something because the Zika virus is floating around. I can’t afford to have my baby out here with no little head and all that.”

I couldn’t even laugh because I knew he was serious. “I have to apply for Medicaid because I don’t have insurance.” I told him.

“Do you know that’s the only thing my mama managed to do right?

” He said. “I can be on her insurance until I’m twenty-five years old.

My mama wasn’t shit, but she at least kept that Walmart job after all these years and the benefits were good.

I don’t like the idea of you having to apply for Medicaid right now, but we have to crawl before we walk.

That insurance was expensive out of pocket and although we could’ve paid out of pocket, that would put us in a bind.

That was nine months of medical. After the baby comes, I would have shit more situated and you could get off that shit. ”

“I’m not trippin’.” I said snuggling closer to him. “I love you.”

“I love you too Kish, but you knew that.” He replied.