I got up and helped her up off the floor. We were about to go on a family trip or some shit.
“We gon’ work this shit out. We both been through a lot, but we did the shit together and we are better together. I love the hell outta you.”
Merci was the only one that made me soft. I pulled her into me and rested my chin on top of her head as she laid her head on my chest. I really loved her and no one could make me stop. I released her when my phone started ringing.
“Talk to me.”
“Aye, I need you to meet me at the old house.”
“Right now?”
“Right muthafuckin’ now, nigga.”
“Aight.” I hung up. “That was Lucky. I need to go meet him real quick but I need you to pack some shit for everybody and then we’ll head out.”
This little meeting Lucky was trying to have with me couldn’t come at a worse time. Having a talk with Merci and then leaving her wasn’t the best thing to do right now but I could hear the urgency in Lucky’s voice. He opened the door for me when I pulled up.
“What’s the damn emergency?”
He walked back to the den and paced the floor. He had obviously been here for hours because he had papers spread out all over the floor.
“Have you ever thought about why pops did the things he did? I mean the nigga was really smooth as fuck to have two families, right?”
“Where the hell this coming from?” I walked around, picking up a few of the papers.
“I’ve been here for hours pulling out all the shit that was locked away in a safe box at mama house. She made sure that this shit wouldn’t get damaged. I couldn’t find the damn key for nothing, so I cut the lock off the bitch and found our birth certificates and all kind of shit.”
“I’m not seeing where you going?”
He walked up to his glass table and moved some stuff to the side before finding a piece of paper and handing it to me. It was my birth certificate but my mama's name wasn’t on it. There was not a mother listed.
“Why the fuck mama name not on my shit?” I stared at it.
Lucky handed me another piece of paper. It was his birth certificate and our mama's name was missing off his shit too.
“Pops seems to be the only muthafucka that’s been playing with us. He been lying for years and I think it’s time for me to have a real talk with him.”
I was sitting back blown away. Why the fuck was he hiding something like this?
“Why were they hiding this?” I threw the papers on the floor.
“Either he had this shit locked away or mama did and wanted us to find out. That’s not all of it. Pops took out an insurance policy on mama a month before she died. That shit stuck out like a sore thumb. He took our name off everything and put his and it has her signature.”
“Where is the nigga staying at these days?”
“Don’t know but wherever it is, he laid up with some money. The nigga ain’t never had a car but he rode up in a Benz the day we laid Blessyn mama to rest. I didn’t think about it then but now I know how he could afford it.”
“You got some good as points. What you wanna do?”
“I wanna pull up on him and see what’s up.”
“I can’t for a few days. I’m about to take the family on a trip. Merci at the house tripping and I wanna get her away for a few days.”
“Cool. I’ll handle the shit on my own.”
“Nigga is you mad ‘cause I’m takin’ my girl and daughter out of town on a vacation?”
“Nah nigga, do you. Have fun but while you vacationing in the sun and shit, I’ll be here in Atlanta making sure shit gets done. I’m tired of fuckin’ tiptoeing and shit.”
