Page 41 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

I sat on the beach meditating to myself.

This was all a part of my counseling session, which was going so well.

It had been three whole months, and I never felt better or more at peace in my life.

The only person I saw on the regular was Mya and that’s when I allowed her to come and see me.

In order for me to get better, I had to shut off the outside world and just focus on me.

I walked along the sand letting my feet sank down in it.

It was beautiful out here. I was happy, my baby was happy and healthy, and for the most part I was finally okay.

I was due this week and I felt the contractions coming here and there but today; it was a little worse, but bearable.

Victoria called me often and I’ve seen her maybe two or three times.

Since I didn’t have anyone, I could invite to a shower, I purchased everything, the checks that Meek sent through Mya helped a lot.

Victoria and Mya even helped me as well.

I didn’t feel bad about not directly speaking to Meek because I needed to find myself again.

I loved him with everything in me, and I wanted nothing more than to have my family, but in order to be one hundred percent, I needed this time. Truthfully, I’d forgiven him already.

I rushed home and took a warm bath since that always helped with my contractions.

Just like any other time, it worked. I got out and heat up my chicken soup from earlier and sat on the bed watching TV.

I loved my new spot; it was so comfortable and cozy.

It was quiet around here and most of my neighbors were older people so all they did was work and come home.

They often checked on me since they knew I was pregnant and alone.

I called my assistant to check on the shop; well, she wasn’t really my assistant because she didn’t make me pay her.

She was my cosmetology teacher, and she wanted nothing more than to help; she knew my story and genuinely wanted me to win.

“Hi Kisha, how are you feeling?” She asked.

“I’m okay, how’s everything going?” I asked her.

“When it’s all said and done, you’ll love it. I promise you. I just want you to focus on getting your baby here and nothing else.”

I smiled and placed my hand on my stomach. This little boy was busy today. “Has Meek been by there?” I asked with butterflies.

“He has, and often. He loves you, Kisha; he just messed up. He will come and even want to do a walk thru himself to make sure that it’s something you’ll like.”

I giggled. That was some funny shit, but I loved it. “Okay, well I’ll keep you posted on my end.” I said before hanging up.

It was time to get some rest, another lonely night was coming right up but you know what? I was okay with that, in a couple of days, I would have a new little person to love all over.

The day before Meek’s birthday was one of the most painful pregnancy days ever. I sat on the couch all the way on the edge while holding my back and taking my time to breath.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital now?” Victoria asked rushing around the house to pack me a bag. I had no choice besides to call her because Mya didn’t answer, and I was scared as shit. Plus, she’s been through this before.

“Not yet.” I replied.

Mya called me next. “I missed your call girl, is everything okay? I was dealing with Demond’s bullshit.”

“I think I’m in labor.” I said feeling something pop in my coochie. I looked down feeling warm water trickling down my leg and all over the couch. “Definitely in labor, my water just broke.”

She gasped. “Oh my God! I’m on my way.”

I remained calm. “I won’t be here, meet me at the hospital.” She hung up before I could even get the rest of the words out.

Victoria walked out holding my bag in one hand and my keys in the other. “Now the worst shit you can do is panic right now.” She said. “Let me help you get on some dry clothes and get to the hospital.”

I thought about Meek on the way there, I knew the right thing to do was to call him. He deserved to be a part of this. I knew I’d have to face him sooner or later, so I picked up and dialed his number.

“Hello? You’ve reached Meek, how can I help you?” He asked. He must’ve thought that I was a customer or something. I thought it was cute, but I was in too much pain to address it.

“Meek.” I paused. “It’s Kisha.”

The silence on the line was so awkward.

“Hello?” I said thinking he hung up. My heart was smiling but I was scared and nervous.

“Baby.” He replied. I didn’t realize how much I really missed his voice until now. “I love you Kisha, I don’t think you know how much. Is this really you?” He asked like he couldn’t believe it.

“It’s me.” I smiled. “I’m in labor Meek, my water just broke. It’s time for you to meet your son.”

“Are you serious?” He asked excited. “Yo D!” He yelled in the background, cancel the plans for tonight! My little man is on the way!” He said and then spoke back to me. “Keep him in until I get there Kish, I’m on my way.”

“I’ll try Meek.” I said having another contraction. This one made me cry. “Oh, God. Hurry up Meek, I’ll see you there.”

“Don’t cry baby, I’m coming.” He said hanging up.

Victoria looked at me and smiled. “I think that was very mature of you. Now come on, let’s get my grand baby here.” She said pulling up to the emergency entrance.

The contractions came back-to-back from the minute they hooked me up and put me in labor and delivery.

The pain was so bad that at four centimeters they had to give me the epidural.

That part was over by the time Meek arrived.

He walked in wearing a black Tru Religion shirt with the matching jeans.

His feet wore some black and white Jordan’s, and his leather bomber covered his arms. He wore his dreads up with a fresh tape and of course he had on his ice.

He held a Macy’s bag in one hand and a shit load of balloons in the other.

My heart melted looking at him; I was floored with love all over me.

When he looked at me, it’s like his heart stopped at first, he was stuck.

He didn’t know whether to approach me or wait right there.

I smiled at him, I knew what he was thinking.

“It’s okay, you can come over here.” I held my arms out to hug him.

He put the stuff down on the table and embraced me wrapping his strong arms around me trying not to get close to my stomach. The chemistry was amazing; it felt like we were whole again. Like two broken hearts was mending. He looked at my stomach and how huge I got. “I got big, I know.”

He looked at me with love. “You’re beautiful Kish. This is beauty at its best.” He told me. I placed my hand on my stomach and blushed.

Mya and Victoria walked in from the cafeteria. “Boyyy, if your ass didn’t make it here, I promise I was fucking you up.” Victoria walked past him and stood beside me. “You okay baby?”

“I feel much better since the epidural.” I told her.

Meek ignored Victoria’s shit talking and spoke to Mya. “What up?” He smiled.

She sat on the couch and chuckled. “I told you she was gonna call, and you were all worried and shit.”

“You thought I wasn’t going to call?” I asked.

He looked in my eyes. “I really wasn’t sure Kish, you act like you hated a nigga. I thank you so much for calling me though.”

I shifted my eyes to look directly at him. “I fought with myself for a long time about this, but I had to do it. It wouldn’t have been right, if not for you at least for my son.” I confessed.

He smiled. “Can I kiss you?” He asked.

I pointed to my cheek. “Right here.” I said.

“I’ll take that.” He bent down placing his soft lips on the side of my face.

The nurse walked in and checked me after she looked at the time. “Looks like you’ll be delivering around midnight, hopefully.” She said. “You’re seven centimeters and its usually quick after that. Let me call the doctor.” She said.

Meek looked at me. “If this boy comes on my birthday, I promise you that’ll be the best fucking gift I can ask for.”

I silently prayed that he did wait to come out just so I could give him the perfect gift.

Meek fed me crushed ice while I waited to start pushing because my mouth was dry.

Although I was having an easy labor; I couldn’t stop crying because the pressure in my pelvic area was horrible.

I thought it’d break any minute. Mya stayed away from all of this because she didn’t do so well with blood, and I understood.

Meek and Victoria stood right beside me. At exactly 12:30am little Meek was born weighing 8lbs and 9ounces. He was a big boy and when he made his entrance into this world, I felt complete. “Happy Birthday to both of my boys.” I told Meek before passing out. I was exhausted.

I completely missed anything that came after the delivery, I was too zoned out to see the after birth come out I didn’t even feel them stitching me up or wiping me down.

However, when I did come to, my baby was being brought to me in my arms wrapped in a blanket.

“He looks just like you Meek.” I smiled at my little curly haired baby. “Where’s Mya and Victoria?” I asked.

“Mya got sick, so she went to get a breath of fresh air but they coming back up. Thank you so much for giving me a son Kisha. I love ya’ll so fucking much.” He smiled with love in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t of had it any other way Meek. I want him to have everything that we didn’t have, and I want him to experience everything we didn’t get a chance to.”

He used his hand to stroke my hair. “That means family Kish. If you want him to have what we didn’t have, that means family. Being raised in the same home with both of his parents, baby. We owe that to him.” He expressed.

“So, you would only do it for him? We can’t make something work just for the baby, it has to be what we both want in the heart.”

“You know what I want Kisha; I love the shit out of you. You already knew that. I just fucked up and I’m sorry.

I don’t want anybody besides you.” He said with a tear in his eye that he quickly blinked away.

“I want to make this right? I promise you. I need us all in the same home. I want to come home to my family every night.”

I thought about what he said. I had so much to tell him, about my counseling sessions and all that I’d done in these last three months, but it would have to wait because Victoria and Mya walked back inside the room.

“Feeling better Mya?” I asked.

She walked next to me staring at the baby. “What did you name my handsome nephew?”

“Marquis Jr.” I laughed.

“Um hmm and you swore you weren’t making him a junior.” She laughed.

“I was mad.” I blushed embarrassed.

Meek wasn’t laughing at any of it though; he was in a serious mood right now. “Victoria, don’t you have something you want to give Kisha?” He asked.

“Oh shucks.” She hopped up and pulled a card from her purse.

“Here, this is for you.” She said. “Let me hold the baby so you can open it.” She ran to wash her hands and grabbed his little squirming body cradling him in her arms. I ripped the card open, and it read it was a picture with a little animated baby boy that read:

Even before setting eyes on him

I just knew he’d have the cutest nose

The most beautiful hair and irresistible little mouth

The chunkiest little legs, the softest little buns

The most perfect little fingers, and his mom’s gorgeous eyes.

Congrats on your new bundle of joy

On the bottom of the card there were some words in Victoria’s writing, so I read that as well:

Kisha, I knew we’ve had our ups and downs, and we didn’t start off right.

I’ve grown to love you like a daughter and I couldn’t have chosen a better woman than you to birth my grandchild.

We have a long way to go from here and I want to be there every step of the way.

This union is perfect, and I thank you. I know you’re ready to put this card down and get back to being a mom, but I have one question before you go.

Kisha, will you marry my son?

My heart started racing and I wanted to cry all over again but what I didn’t expect was to see Meek down on one knee holding a box open exposing a huge diamond.

“Kisha, no matter what we’ve been through I’ve never forgot about us.

I love you and my son, it was only right that I make this union right in front of him.

Let’s make this black love last forever baby girl. So, what you say?”

“You better say yes!” Mya cheesed from ear to ear. For the first time ever, I witnessed Victoria cry. She looked at me and nodded her head while holding the baby.

I looked at Meek with tears running down my face. “I wouldn’t have it any other way Meek. I love you.”

He jumped up. “She said yes!” He kissed my lips. “Man, I love the shit out of you. You gotta come home Kisha, I need ya’ll.”

I wiped my face and held the ring examining it since my fingers were to swole to wear it. It was beautiful. “I don’t know what to say Meek.”

He leaned in over me. “Just say yes Kish.”

I looked at my sleeping baby and then at Meek. My son needed his father just as much as I did. “We’ll come home.” I agreed. “I love you Meek.”

“I love you too Kisha, but you already knew that.” He kissed me again.

Our life wasn’t over, it was just beginning, and love would always conquer all. Thanks for reading our story.

The End.