Page 22 of Welcome to the Table
I nurtured my sons, so they knew how to treat a woman, but with the lives that they lived, a woman had to be strong to be with them. Hell, to be a part of this family, a woman had to be strong. I was also the enforcer. When business needed to be handled, I stepped in. When shit got too heavy for them to carry, I helped them carry it because they were still my babies. It didn’t matter how old they got. They bust their guns; I’m busting mine.
“It’s true that nigga shows up late for everything, but who the fuck is that with Calliope? This ain’t the time to introduce whoever he fucking to the family because this ain’t that type of party. Whoever she is, she’s about to get her feelings crushed,” he said as we both looked at the camera.
I zoomed in to see her face clearer, but it was like the bitch knew a camera was on her because she kept her head down. Even her body language was familiar. It was like she knew where the camera was because she wouldn’t lift her head, but it was cool. She was about to enter my domain. I saw her mouth moving, so I knew she was talking.
“Stop being nosey, Thena.” He called me by my nickname, and I chuckled because he knew me so well.
I looked at him, and his eyes were low. I already knew what the fuck type of time he was on, and I was on it too.
The food was already cooked and finished. The biscuits were cooling off in the oven. The homemade mac and cheese had the house smelling like heaven. I had fried chicken, but did BBQ chicken for Hellcat because that’s what he liked. Hellcat was a replica of me in male form. His charcoal skin was inherited from his father, but his slanted green eyes and facial features were all me. I knew my son was gon’ look like me because he was thestomper in my stomach. I knew his ass was gon’ be a problem, and I was going to love him a little harder than my other two because of his behavior.
Hellcat earned his name. I didn’t believe in all that doctor shit because nothing was wrong with my son. ADHD and all that other shit didn’t exist. The system just wanted to put a label on my son. Put him on all types of medicine, but I wouldn’t let them. He wasn’t about to live his life like a fucking zombie. He has grown up to be a healthy man. He was a little crazy, but he was functional. He just needed a good woman to balance him out. It was coming because I felt it. He didn’t do fried food at all.
I had seasoned my asparagus, fresh, of course, and had corn for Calliope because his ass was picky, too. Jaci wasn’t picky, but I knew she loved lamb chops, and that’s what I made for her, along with fresh French-cut green beans. I knew she hadn’t had a decent meal since she was living in New York, so I was glad to give my baby a good meal and make sure she had some to take with her.
I could only imagine how her brothers would feel once they saw her. Hellcat, not too much because they didn’t get along. One would think they didn’t have the same mother and father, or didn’t grow up in the same household. Whatever I cooked, my princess would eat it. She wasn’t hard to please, and I was so glad about her being home, whether it was a surprise or not.
I kept her far away from the life we lived as much as possible, but she knew what was going on. She was trained just like her brothers, but she, too, had a fascination with knives. I didn’t understand that about her because she never displayed it, but she said she was scared of guns, so I left it alone. I sent her ass to New York for school, and she was in her last year for her Bachelor of Science because she wanted to be a nurse, then a nurse practitioner. I had a car waiting for her at the airport to bring her here. I had to make sure I was dressed for the occasion.I had on my red silk Gucci spaghetti-strapped dress with my Gucci flat sandals. Melph had on his matching red Gucci shirt with cargo shorts and Gucci slides.
“What you trying to do?” Melph asked me as he pulled me to him and out of the camera room.
We walked back to the kitchen, and I went to check on the biscuits. The table was already set for my kids to have this meeting. I closed the oven, and when I turned around, Melph was right in my damn face.
“We got time, bae, come on,” he said and lifted me by my thighs, then sat me on the countertop. His hands went under my dress, rubbing my thighs until he got to my bare pussy. He knew I couldn’t resist him.
“I’m hungry. You gon’ let a nigga eat before they scary asses come in here and fuck it up? You look like you tense and need a stress reliever before they come.” He spread my legs wide and got on his knees. The first suck to my clit had my legs shaking.
“Grab my dreads, Thena. Pull them back,” he told me, and I used one of my hands to pull his hair back. He pulled my dress up, and I watched as he slurped on me.
“Yo’ shit splashing, baby.”
He inserted his finger in me. I arched my back and moaned because the feeling was taking over my body. My husband has always been my personal pussy connoisseur. I rolled my hips into his face, covering it with my juices.
“Give me that nut before the kids come.”
He hummed into my pussy, and my muscles started to contract. I knew I was on the brink of bliss. I tried to push him away, but he wasn’t letting up. His thunder tongue slid inside me, and the waterworks came splashing. The water sound made me wetter as I rode his face until I was empty.
“Ummmmm, shit. Yo’ pussy gon’ always taste like dragon fruit,” Melph said, standing to his feet.
He kissed me, and I licked my juices from his mouth before he walked away to get a warm towel and clean his face. I felt bad because this nigga just ate my pussy around all this food. He came back with a warm, soapy towel to clean me up. Then, he helped me down off the counter, and we walked into the living room to wait for the kids.
I heard the door open and knew it was Jaci because I could smell her Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue the minute she entered. She ran in my direction and hugged me tight before running to Melph and hugging him. He lifted her off the floor, spinning her thick ass around like she was five years old. I hadn’t seen my baby girl since she left, so her presence was needed. She brought in a calm and peaceful spirit when she walked into the house.
“I missed y’all. I miss home,” she said, and I looked at Melph to gauge his reaction.
“You don’t like New York, baby?” he asked her, and she frowned. Her head went down like something was wrong.
“It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just that people around the city keep saying, ‘Oh, that’s Big Melph daughter’ or ‘She's off limits.’ It’s irritating because I don’t have friends, and boys are scared to even approach me because they speak so highly of you. I know a little about what you do, but what’s the big deal?” she asked.
I looked at Melph to see what he would say.
He pulled her to his side and told her, “Whoever says that shit is scary and pussy. I am not a bad man, but a strong one. They are just jealous. You want me to send Hellcat back with you for a while until you are comfortable?” he asked her, and I butted in.
“You trying to make shit worse. She gon’ be okay right in New York because ain’t shit here in New Orleans. I wish the boys would leave, but they stuck on this family business shit like theycan’t expand.” Just as I said that, the door opened again, and Hellcat walked in, smiling from ear to ear.
“I know that ain’t Jaci Waci in the fucking house. This shit must be serious if yo’ ass flew from New York to be here.” She practically ran to his arms, and he lifted her from the floor in a bear hug. He slightly pushed her away, and she smacked his damn face.
I laughed.
