Page 23 of Virgo Type Sh*t (BLP Signs of Love #1)

Some Time Later . . .

“He looks just like his daddy, Jesus!” Fiona could not believe how much her godson-cousin-nephew looked like T.J.

She had to call on video to see him since his parents were not accepting visitors yet.

There was no way that T.J. could ever deny his son, especially since he was Tumnus Jethro’s namesake, with a small twist added with the name Derrick.

The day that Mekole became T.J.’s next door neighbor was the same day that she became his fiancée. He was a man of purpose. When he settled in his spirit that one of his purposes in life was to love Mekole Ciara Henderson, he leaned into it.

Mekole told him that it would take a year and a half to plan her dream wedding.

He told her bet. Little did she know that in her fiancé’s head, a wedding and a marriage were two different things.

The next week, they were at the courthouse saying their vows in front of many witnesses.

As promised, a year and a half later, they had a lavish wedding that was the talk of the city because of the guest list.

She never saw this for herself. Mekole never thought she would be a wife after the hurt that James and Faheeta caused.

She certainly never thought that she would be a mother after the loss of not just one, but two babies.

Shortly after she and T.J. got engaged, she became pregnant.

To everyone’s dismay, she was unable to carry the baby to full-term and lost another son when she was thirty-two weeks pregnant.

Their community stood tall behind them to support them during their loss.

It was ironic that all those years ago, Fiona said that it was all about God’s placement of people in your life, and God showed himself in the situation that threatened to break Mekole and T.J.

Megatron Loric Manfield. He was the person that was needed in that time to remind the couple that God had not left them.

He let them know that God had a greater plan, and it was all in God’s time.

It was God’s time. When Mekole found out that she was pregnant not even six months after she and her husband lost their son, she was terrified.

It was time for that special person that God placed in her life.

Ruth Lindsay Manfield. All the girls stood beside Mekole in support, but Ruth had a full understanding of what Mekole felt.

The fear that your body was not enough to nourish and grow life .

Mekole looked down at her two-day old son with admiration, love, and even a tad bit of obsession. “He does, doesn’t he? That’s because that man got on my nerves every day.”

“Don’t do that, Meek.” T.J. came to her side.

“You know you love when a nigga gets on your nerves.” He leaned down to where his wife sat on the bed in one of Delia’s birthing centers.

His lips went to her ear. “You know you love it when my dick nerve get in you too. Six weeks, and I’m back on your ass. ”

Mekole’s blushful cheeks betrayed her. “Stop being mannish in front of our son. Be a good example.”

She loved this man more than she ever thought she could love a man. She was obsessed with not only her son, but her husband. There were still times that she needed her space, and he gave her that for a limited time, . . . very limited.

They now lived in Mekole’s house, and her parents lived in T.J.’s house. Derrick and Brandy moved to Charleston shortly after their daughter told them that she was pregnant with Junior. Brandy refused to be far away from her daughter during any more pregnancies.

“Give me my boy,” T.J. demanded as he reached out for his son. Now he had two hearts in human form. He thanked God daily for them.

When he and his wife lost their first son, he didn’t know a pain like that existed.

When he wasn’t putting on a strong front for his wife, he was crashing out.

Much like Mega had to be pulled back, so did he.

The biggest difference was that he didn’t have to be involuntarily retired.

His crash outs were not work related. He was put on a mental health leave with the requirement to attend therapy in order to return to work.

Draco was right there to take on new patients in T.J. and Mekole.

The community had shown itself once again to be a safe place for the couple.

Junior had a community of aunts, uncles, and cousins who would go to war for him and his parents.

Derrick and Brandy felt the love from the community as well.

They knew when their son-in-law called them about his plan that their daughter was exactly where God intended for her to be.

It took a little bit of hell to get to heaven, but Mekole got there.

TorTela still lived in a world of disbelief when it came to her daughter and James’s disappearance.

She was in the right world, but there wasn’t shit that she could do to prove otherwise.

It had been years at that point, so Mauri made minimal changes to the dead couple’s imaginary lifestyle.

The last update that TorTela received was that James cheated and left Taco Shell.

Every once in a while, Mauri checked in and made storylines for them.

It was her way of authoring the lives of real people.

James’s mother died a little over a year after her son went missing.

Outside of the first few months after her son went missing, she didn’t bother Mekole.

The fake phone call from her son sufficed for her.

It gave her a reason to go into his stash and use it.

His mother had always cared more about the money than her son.

The few times that TorTela called her about their missing children, there was no interest in the conversation.

The last conversation ended with TorTela being cussed to filth.

Mekole gushed at the sight of her husband’s interaction with their son.

It was perfect; they were perfect. In her eyes, life was now perfect.

Not in the way that nothing ever went wrong or that she and her man didn’t have downs to accompany the ups.

It was in the way that she knew it was covered by God.

It had to be with the hell that her Virgoism allowed her to give her husband.

T.J.’s love for his family was beautiful, deep, rich, and dangerous as fuck.

Unbeknownst to his wife, there were a few niggas that had met the dangerous part of that love.

Those were secrets that he kept to himself, but it was alright, because his lovely wife had a few of her own dangerous love sacrifices.

“Look, Son.” T.J. spoke to his son who gazed up into his eyes from his position in the palms of his hand.

Junior wasn’t a big boy at five pounds seven ounces, but that didn’t matter to him.

He knew his son would grow to be a strong man, just like the rest of the Burke men.

“I gonna teach you everything you need ta know about how to be a good man. You got a slew of uncles and two grandaddies to help me. You ain’t ga never have no one ta turn to when you need someone.

“I ga teach you how ta treat des females right.” He leaned down closer to his son. “I ga teach you how ta treat des triflin’ ass hoes too.”

Mekole clapped her hands twice to garner her husband’s attention. “Tum, I heard that. Don’t say that to our son.”

The corners of T.J.’s eyes tightened for a beat. This was an argument that he wasn’t willing to get into, especially with Fiona on the line. He noted to himself to have certain conversations with his son out of the earshot of his wife, just like his father did with him. “Alright, Meek. I’ll chill.”

He turned his attention back to his boy.

“I’ma teach you everything I can. You gonna be a mighty man like ya daddy.

Now der is somethin’ dat I can’t teach you, and I ain’t ga even try.

There are some things dat only ya mama ca teach you.

” He peeked up at his wife whose eyes were on him now.

When she asked what were the things that only she could teach, he smiled to display his pearly, white teeth.

It didn’t take him any thought or time to give Mekole an answer.

“Virgo type shit.” With a September fourth birthday, T.J. welcomed his second Virgo love. He would have it no other way.

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