Page 33 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

E verything had been so good these past few months, I knew some shit was bound to happen sooner or later.

My attitude was fucked, and I cried a lot.

I was now five and a half months, and Meek and I found out we were indeed having a boy.

He was so happy and low key so was I, no matter how much I said I wanted a girl.

I was stoked about meeting my boy. My stomach was big, and my back hurt a lot, today I was miserable as my graduation approached.

I didn’t even want to go, I felt so ugly and all around like a big whale.

“Are you gonna sit here and cry the whole time? Stop feeling sorry for yourself and see what the fuck is going on.” Mya said sitting next to me on the barstool inside my house.

Meek was gone right now but I was pissed.

As much as we got along before, we’d been arguing so much this past month.

I felt insecure like he was about to leave me for somebody prettier than me and with a better body.

On top that off, I kept hearing about this Brittany girl getting a little too close to him and I didn’t like it.

Every time I asked him about it, he would tell me I had nothing to worry about and then when I pushed the issue, he would snap.

I balled my face up and looked at Mya. “What the fuck do you want me to do then?” I asked her. She felt as though I should go to the shop and show my ass, I was scared though because when you go looking for shit, you found it and I really had no reason not to trust Meek.

She rolled her eyes. “Girl, I know you can’t do shit but I can. I just can’t do it there because I finally got Demond to act right and I can’t fuck that up going to his place of business putting my foot in a bitch’s ass.”

“It’s not that serious.” I said.

“Yes, it is because you’re feeling some type of way. Ever since you saw that text message you’ve been tripping.”

It was true, about a month ago Meek left his phone by accident and the chick Brittany texted his phone telling him she couldn’t wait for the day he stopped being stingy with that dick and let her taste it.

Nasty hoe! I knew she was aware he had a girl although I never showed face.

His business was his business, and I didn’t feel the need to show up and fuck his money up or stalk him.

Meek was a good-looking dude, and I knew this all came with dealing with his groupie ass fans.

“I’m just gonna ask his ass again.” I told her standing up. “Go home, I’ll call you I don’t want you to be here when he shows up because he’s going to swear, I’m showing out.”

She grabbed her keys and walked to the door. “Oh, trust me, I understand.” She said turning around hugging me. “Just try to stay calm.” She said. “Call me if you need me.”

I slammed the door and locked it. Wobbling my way over to the couch I sat down and waited for him to come home.

Not even ten minutes later he was walking in holding roses in his hands.

He was smiling until he saw my face. “What’s wrong now Kisha?

” He asked dryly closing in on me passing me the flowers.

Since the water in the kitchen sink was still in there from the dishes, I stood up and tossed the flowers in the water.

He leaned up against the wall watching me have a tantrum.

“Why you do that Kisha? Talk to me baby, what’s wrong now?

Cause you’ve been trippin’ and shit; the baby got you going crazy. ”

I looked at him like he was the one crazy. “I’m not crazy Meek, your ass is crazy! I keep hearing about this Brittany bitch and then I read that text she sent you about wanting to suck your dick!” I fussed. “Are you fucking that girl?” I asked for the umpteenth time.

Meek walked away shaking his head. “I’m not doing this shit with you ma, how many times have I told you no? You aren’t fucking listening to me! I’m not with this shit I’m trying to be patient.” He walked away from me.

“Where the fuck you think you going Meek?” I cried. “You always fucking running every time I’m trying to get something off my chest.”

He turned around with anger on his face.

“What the fuck Kisha? You think I don’t want to come home and enjoy you?

You think I don’t want to come home and love all over my unborn baby?

I can’t even get any peace when I come home lately; this all the fuck I get.

You haven’t even given me no pussy or nothing.

I’ve been jacking my dick for three weeks and I haven’t tripped not one bit. ”

I crossed my arms in front of my chest. “You can’t put this blame on me Meek, I have every right to feel like this.”

“Look at us Kisha, this ain’t even us. We don’t argue and shit but lately that’s all we’ve been doing.

You almost act like you’re trying to push me in the arms of another bitch.

So fucking what if she likes me, or text me some bullshit.

I’ve checked her ass over and over; I don’t entertain that fucking girl.

You want her fired? Holla at Demond cause he pays her; not me, and I don’t pay her cause I didn’t agree to that shit. ”

“Maybe I should pay her a visit my damn self then.” I hissed.

“I wish you would.” He replied. “Don’t you see your stomach? You better not do anything crazy Kisha, you’re about to be a mother now.”

I sat down just staring at him. I couldn’t believe my hormones were fucking with me this bad, but I couldn’t control it. I watched him throw his jacket on, grab his keys and place his hand on the knob to walk out.

I hopped up. “Where you going now? You just got here.”

“I need a fucking drink Kisha, you bout to drive a nigga crazy.” He said looking worn out. “You want anything on my way back?”

I toned it down a little. “No.” I said a little softer wishing they he’d stay.

He looked me in my eyes seeing the disappointment on my face but that didn’t stop him from walking out leaving me standing there.

Since it was nothing left to do, I went into the room and fell asleep on my back.

It was only midnight but still, I was bored with nothing to do, and I couldn’t drink so, there was my night.

Not even fifteen minutes later I heard the key to the lock turning in the front door.

I knew it was Meek, so I pretended as though I was sleeping.

He crept his way in the room and took off his jacket and shoes putting them in the closet before getting comfortable.

Since it was dark as hell, he couldn’t see me staring at him.

When I noticed him walking to my side of the bed, I quickly closed my eyes.

I felt his presence standing over me. He took one hand placing it on my belly before leaning down kissing it and walked out.

I couldn’t sleep after that, so I waited about another thirty minutes and walked out there to check on him. He had his feet kicked up on the couch watching a movie and drinking straight out of the Hennessy bottle. He knew I was standing there without looking at me. “Come here.” He said.

I slowly walked over to him standing in front of him.

He gently pulled me down on the couch with him and pulled the blanket up over my body kissing my forehead after.

He didn’t have to tell me he loved me; he was showing it, and I knew this.

The last thing I wanted to do was run him away.

It seemed like this pregnancy was causing so many different emotions within myself; from my past up until now and even being paranoid feeling as though I was no good for the only nigga that every showed me any kind of real love. Meek.

The next morning, he was up bright and early going to handle business and I was going to get fitted for my little cap and gown. I was in a better mood today and thankful for it too. I called Meek before I left. “I just wanted to tell you to have a great day baby, and I love you.”

“I love you too baby, send me a picture of you with the stuff on when you get there.” He said.

“I will.” I hung up and was greeted with a knock on the door. It was way too early for company but when I checked the peephole, Victoria was standing there. I wanted to run.

“Don’t check the peephole and leave me standing out here!” She yelled through the door. “Open up child! I come in peace today.”

She was lying through her damn teeth, she never came in peace. I took a deep breath and unlocked the door. When I swung it open, she was standing there with a handful of bags filled with baby shit.

“What’s this?” I asked.

She welcomed herself in and sat the bags on the floor before looking at my stomach.

“Well.” She said. “Since you’re pregnant with my grandchild and I would love to be a part of his life then I guess I better give you an official apology.

” She smiled showing her ghetto fabulous and Sunday’s best smile she could put on.

“I’m sorry Kisha, I apologize, and I want to start over.

I’m trying to do right by my son, and I didn’t know how to do that with you in the way as a distraction.

I hope you can forgive me, but I’d love to be around to help with my grandchild.

It’ll help me mend the hole I’m feeling for not doing right by Meek. ”

My heart was just as big as Meek’s which was both of ours blessing and curse. How could I say ‘no’ after that? I accepted her apology and prayed like hell I wasn’t making a mistake.