Page 34 of Ony If It’s You

Chapter Twenty-One

J avyous

Shit with Kehlani and I had been weird since we’d gotten home.

She had been making it her business to sleep in the room with Jocey every night and also not to speak to me.

She still performed her duties as a wife and mother around the house, but she was not fucking with me at all and I had no idea why.

Since Wednesday was normally the day of the week she worked half a day, I did the same by cutting my training short because I needed to see what was up with her. I made sure to come home after she did, so she wouldn’t see my car and decide to go elsewhere.

Entering the house, I checked all of downstairs to see that she was nowhere to be found, so I made my way up the stairs where I could hear what sounded like her throwing up.

Picking up my pace, I rushed in the direction of our bathroom to find her hugging the toilet seat.

I quickly made my way over and pulled her hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

When she was done, I helped her up and she went to brush her teeth and rinse with mouthwash.

“You good?”

“Fine,” she mumbled and sluggishly made her way to the bed.

She climbed in and pulled the cover up to her chin; her eyes were closed the entire time.

Sighing, I walked over and took a seat on the side of the bed with my eyes heavily trained on her.

She was different. Sick as fuck and her attitude was on ten.

I needed to know what was up with her ASAP.

“Lani, baby, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not feeling good obviously, Javyous.” She sniffled and I frowned.

I was over the attitude. I hadn’t done anything wrong, so I needed to know what warranted her shit.

Before I could question her, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

I pulled it out and didn’t recognize the number, so I silenced it and pushed it back into my pocket.

I wasn’t sure who was calling, but I had a pretty good idea.

“Kehlani, get up.”

“Javyous, move.” She moved her shoulder back and forth until my hand fell off, but I quickly recovered and pulled the whole comforter from her body. Sick or not, she was about to get up and talk to me.

“Fuck is your problem, Lani?”

“You,” she spat. “I don’t feel good and you’re fucking bothering me. Give me my cover and go. Shouldn’t you be training or perhaps in one of your hoes’ faces?”

“What?” I frowned and questioned the last part.

“Yeah, you heard me. Go be with Kecia and leave me the fuck alone.”

Chuckling, I stood up and snatched the cover with me. I was officially done with the disrespect.

“Javy—”

“Yeah, shut your little disrespectful ass up,” I growled with the front of her shirt in my grasp.

“Let me go,” she said through gritted teeth.

Snatching her forward a little more so that she was closer to my face, I said, “I said shut the fuck up.”

Her mouth slammed shut when she noticed that I wasn’t playing around with her.

“Now, I’ve been allowing you to walk around here and have your little funky ass attitude, but you gon’ watch your mothafuckin’ mouth and show me some fucking respect, you feel me?”

“Yes.” She sniffled immediately making a nigga feel like shit. It wasn’t my goal to make her little spoiled ass cry.

Sighing, I released the front of her shirt and pulled her into me.

“Come here, man.” I lifted her chin using my index finger so that she was looking at me. “How the fuck you crying and you the one giving me a hard fucking time?”

“Just let me go, Javyous,” she sniveled.

“No.” I frowned, taking a seat on the bed and positioning her in my lap. “Talk to me, baby. What’s the problem?”

“I have to get the twins soon. I don’t feel good, so I want to take a nap before they get home.”

“I got the twins, now tell me what’s up.”

She remained quiet and eyed me for a second before finally responding. “My problem is when I asked you about the club situation you lied to me.”

I pulled my head back and frowned. “No the fuck I didn’t.”

“Kecia was there?”

I couldn’t lie, a nigga’s stomach dropped at the question. Not because I had done anything, but because how the fuck did she know that?

“Huh?”

“If you can huh, you can fucking hear, Javyous,” she spat.

“Aight, yeah, she was there but, chill the fuck out, man.”

She had started to swing on me, so I had to catch her arms.

“Fuck you, JV!”

“For what? It ain’t nothing with me and that mothafuckin’ girl. She popped up on me and I bounced. You act like I was kicking it with that bitch or something.”

“Yeah, okay, you’ll tell me anything.” When she sniffled and wiped away her tears I tried to bring her into me, but she resisted. “No, get off of me and get out.”

“Kehlani, I swear?—”

She cut me off. “No don’t swear shit to me! You’re a liar and you’re just like your dog ass father. If it wasn’t anything between the two of you, then I would have heard about the Kecia bitch from you and not him. I told you if you wanted to be with those bitches then?—”

“Ay, shut all that shit up,” I barked, cutting her rant off. “Don’t nobody want them hoes, aight? Now, you say my pops told you this shit?”

“Yes, when I got on the jet yesterday.”

“Bet.” I nodded and stood with her in my arms. Turning around, I laid her in the bed and pulled the cover up over her body. “I got the kids, so get some rest.”

I left the house to get the kids after making sure their mother was good. I had her put me on their stuff at school to make sure that I could pick them up. She was always stretching herself thin trying to do everything for everybody, so the places I could help and make shit easier on her, I did.

The twins were elated when they saw that it was me picking them up from school.

As soon as we got back to the car and I got them situated in their seats, they were asking me to take their little asses somewhere.

Messiah was asking to go to the gym. Since the first time that I’d let him roll with me, he was obsessed.

Pres let him help him out around that mothafucka and he worked out with me.

Jocey on the other hand was asking to go see Ms. Phyllis and that was perfect because I needed to go there anyways.

When we pulled up to my pops’ crib, I helped the twins out and headed inside. Tandy was over the stove cooking as usual while the others were packaging up the plates. I didn’t bother to start with pleasantries, I was there for one thing and one thing only.

“Can I get a hotdog?” Jocey asked me.

“I’m hungry too.”

It had completely slipped my mind to stop and grab them some food because I was trying to get here to check shit.

“Ay, fix them some shit,” I said to Tandy.

“Oh my God, they are adorable, JV!” Jessica gushed over the twins.

“Who trust you to have their kids?” That was Rhonda’s ol’ hating ass. Bitch was my pops’ hoe and mad because I didn’t want her.

“Don’t fucking worry about it, just fix them some food, I’m about to holla at my pops.”

After lifting both of them onto the barstool, I went to search for my father.

I traveled the long hallway all the way to the back where I found him in his bedroom.

Ms. Phyllis was there too cleaning his room.

It annoyed me a little considering that she didn’t even sleep in this mothafucka with him, but I wasn’t here for that.

“What’s good, beautiful?” I said to Ms. Phyllis, grabbing both of their attention.

“Hey, baby.” She beamed, stepping into my embrace.

“The twins are in the kitchen, go keep an eye on them for me.”

She quickly rushed out of the room to go find them. She loved the twins and Kehlani just as much as I did. My stomach clenched at the thought of me actually admitting that I loved a woman, but I did and I was glad that I did. She made it hard as a mothafucka not to, attitude and all.

“You’re carrying her kids around town with you now too? Tragic,” my pops said from his bed, shaking his head. His eyes remained glued to the TV.

“Don’t fucking worry about what I do with my kids, my nigga. Why the fuck you tell my girl that I was in the club with Kecia?”

“Was it a lie?” He finally looked my way wearing a smug grin.

“Yeah it was, mothafucka, and you know it. I didn’t invite that bitch to the fucking club.”

“She was there with you and there is video proof of it.” He shrugged.

“Yeah because you been acting like a bitch and pulling that hoe’s puppet strings and shit. Now that I think of it, it was probably you that set that shit up with Zoey too.”

“I’m just trying to get you back on track, JV, that’s all. You are at the peak of your career and you don’t need the distraction of a wife.”

“That’s just it, my nigga, it’s my career and my life . You’ve been spending way too much of your time worrying about me and what the fuck I got going on, so I’m gon’ lighten the load for you.”

“Lighten the load?” he repeated, confused.

“Yeah, you fired.”

“Fired?” he asked incredulously. “You can’t fire me!”

He’d hopped up from the bed enraged, but I was unmoved. He might be my father, but he knew what laying one finger on me would result in.

“I just did, mothafucka,” I said as I closed the space in between us.

“Let’s get some shit clear right fucking now.

I ain’t going for shit strange with you or nan other nigga or bitch when it comes to my mothafuckin’ wife, so I suggest you get word out.

I’m done playing with you and them hoes for real. Consider this your final warning.”

There were no more words that needed to be said, so I grabbed my little people, kissed Ms. Phyllis goodbye, and bounced.

Kehlani was still asleep when we got back to the house so I got the twins settled and went to the kitchen to figure out what we were all going to eat. The twins had eaten at my pops’ crib, but I knew they would want some more shit soon and I was starving.