“You can’t be serious, Dame. Like, you trapped her with a baby and talking about marrying her for what? To do this shit to her?”
“You don't understand.”
“Help me understand, please.”
“Jela provides nurturing, loyalty, and respect. These other hos I’m fucking only provide good sex. Where Jela lacks, they pick up the slack. Jela is boring as fuck in the bedroom, but Brittany and a few others don’t mind getting freaky.”
“That's the dumbest shit I ever heard in my life.”
“Fuck! This bitch just pulled up. Run interference for me. Tell Jela I had an emergency on the block.”
“Nigga, tell her yourself.”
“I don’t feel like arguing with her ass. Just do me this solid. Please?”
I tossed my hands up. “I think I’ma chill at the Westin after all. Y’all can have this shit.”
“If that's what you want to do, bro, then go ’head.”
“I don't need your permission, bum.”
“You do. Just because you're the oldest don't mean you don't have to listen to me.” He smirked.
“Do you even love her?”
“Who?”
“Your fiancée. Do you love her?”
He thought for a moment before he nodded. “I do. She’s the first woman that I ever felt an instant attraction to. She’s smart as hell and gorgeous. I had to lock her down, man. I couldn't let another nigga put a baby in her or wife her.”
“Then why are you doing this to her? If sex is boring with her, then voice your concerns and try to find a solution to the problem. You’re about to marry her just to fuck around on her, and now you got all this bullshit going on. She can't be that valuable to you for you to be out here moving fucked up.”
He sighed heavily. “Come on, bro. I don’t need ya fucking third degree right now. I’m in a crisis.”
“Nigga, just go! Just know I won't be here when you get back, dumb ass.”
“Whatever.” He stood and kissed Scottlyn, then hurried out of the kitchen.
I looked across the table at my niece, who had grits everywhere, then stood to get her from her highchair. “Ya pops is a piece of shit, Scottie baby.”
“Shi! Shi! Shi!”
“Oh, damn. Don't listen to Unc, baby girl.” I laughed as I grabbed her and headed upstairs to give her to her mother.
By the time I made it to the master suite, I had grits in my beard and hair. I knocked on the door lightly, and a few seconds later, Jela answered the door, eyes red as ever.
“Oh, goodness. Y’all are a mess.” She laughed, but I didn’t.
“What's wrong, Jela? You know you can talk to me. Whatever you tell me won't go any further than us two.”
“I’ll be fine, Truce. Hand her here. I don't want him to think anything about us.”
“He’s not here. Had some business to handle.”
She scoffed. “He always hasbusinessto handle. We were supposed to be dropping Scottie off to you guys' mom to go meet with the wedding planner at eleven. At this point, I don't think we’re going to get married anyway.”
“Do you want to marry him?”
