Page 20 of Paranormal Love From an Immortal Thug
And Wednesday? Man, she was everything. She wasn’t modeling anymore, but she built her own lane. She got funding to open an agency for young girls to teach them confidence, business, self-worth, and how to never depend on a man for their light. Every time I saw her working with those girls, it did something to me.
She saved me, for real. Not with spells or candles or some witchy voodoo talk, but with consistency, peace, and that wild-ass love only she got.
Me? I got back on my feet, for real this time. Working construction, making solid money, helping build houses instead of hustling. The niggas I fucked with now didn’t believe it when I told them I wake up at the crack of ass, drink coffee, and pack lunches. But that’s what stability looks like when you done been through hell and earned your second shot.
Me and Wednesday kept the details of how we linked up low key and just told people we met on social media after Halloween. I mean, how the fuck do you explain to your girl’s friends that the spell they cast over drinks and bullshit really worked? But it’s cool. My baby and I knew what it really was. A spiritual reset. A love story written in both blood and resurrection.
I kissed her forehead, then looked back at KJ, who was already mean-mugging in his sleep just like his daddy.
“I love you, ma,” I whispered to her.
She smiled without opening her eyes. “I love you too. Now, kick these bitches out so I can get some sleep.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “I gotchu.” Shit, I needed a blunt anyway.
I walked her girls out and ended up around to the side of the hospital, looking up at the sky turning orange over the city. Sparking up the blunt, I inhaled deeply and exhaled.
I thought I had it all before, back when I was a hustling ass nigga, but now? I had something worth dying and coming back for. A love too real for the living or the dead to fuck with. A real Halloween miracle. And you know I can’t wait to beat that pussy out the frame when her six weeks is up. Feel me?!