Page 52 of Always Been You
“You need any help, Ma? The least I can do is help you clean the way you just fed me.” Dyami chimed in, rubbing her tummy.
“No, that’s okay, honey. You get a passthis time.Next time you are on dish duty, though.” She joked.
Dyami and I helped clear the plates and take them to the kitchen. We said we were going to leave shortly, but we sank into the couch as soon as we arrived in the living room. We damn near passed out on the couch due to having the itis after that big ass meal. But I knew I had to drive her home. I wanted to stay with her, but I was on daddy duty. We both decided to wait a while before she spent the night with me, while MJ was there. I was happy she understood and agreed with that. He was just so little, and I didn’t want to confuse him.
“I guess I should tell everyone goodbye?” Dyami was the first to speak.
“Yeah, it’s getting a little late, and I don’t want to keep Ma up. MJ!”
MJ came barreling in when I called him. Dyami rose and squatted down to him.
“It was so nice to meet you, MJ.” She said sweetly. MJ was definitely on that because he gave her a big hug and kiss on her cheek. I saw him melt her, and I knew then that this migration wouldn’t be complex for either one of them. She was natural, and he could feel the good energy.
“Daddy is going to drop Ms. Dyami off, and I’ll be right back.”
“Can we watch Spider-Man tonight when we get home?” He didn’t give a fuck about shit else.
“Whatever you want, dude.” He pounded my fist and was back to playing. We said our goodbyes to Ma six times before she let us out the door.
“I really love MJ. He is the sweetest little boy.” Dyami admitted as she slipped into the passenger seat.
“Where do you think he gets it from?”
“Don’t start. I’m being serious.” She smiled and looked out of the window.
“I told you it was nothing to worry about.”
“I guess you do know what you are talking about sometimes.”
The conversation died down as I drove her back. When I got in front of her house, I kissed her lips real good before I left, knowing I would miss her ass just as much as she missed me. That pretty muthafucka between her legs was calling to me, so I didn’t dare go in, but I promised to call as soon as I put MJ down.
I went back to my mom’s house. I wanted to know how MJ felt about everything, so I pulled him up on the couch next to me.
“You like Dyami?” I asked.
“Yes, she is nice.”
“Do you have any questions for Daddy?”
He paused for a moment to think. “So, is that like your girlfriend?”
“You can say something like that,” I said with a chuckle. I wondered when he became smart enough to understand what a girlfriend was.
“So, now, I’ll have two mommies and two daddies.” He said proudly.
“What do you mean by two daddies?” That shit made me sit up so fast.
“My other daddy came to my mom's house, and he told me he was my real daddy, and I wouldn’t be seeing you that much. But I don’t like that. I want to see you.”
“WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU THAT, MJ!”
My voice startled him, and I had to bring myself down quickly. I was pissed the fuck off that any nigga she was seeing was overstepping his boundaries like that. Niggas were always trying to do too fucking much. No matter how much I wasn’t fucking with Crystal ass, I would never let Dyami make a statement to our child like that. On top of that, I knew she never would. Crystal was immature as hell, and I was about to see about that shit immediately.
“What is going on in here?” My mom asked, rounding the corner.
“Crystal got some nigga telling MJ that he's his daddy and not me. So, we about to go see about this shit right now!”
“Marcos, calm down. Let me keep MJ here while you straighten all this out.”
