Page 6 of Rhyot & Nyelle
“Rhyot, let me explain?—”
“Nah, fuck that! You named her after me! After us! And you never saidnothing?” He stared at her with so much anger that she almost regretted her decision of not telling him the truth from the gate. He then turned back around as he looked at Rhyelle’s belongings throughout the living room area. “So who is her pops? He was cool with you naming his seed after me?” He quizzed Ny, sounding stern and cold.
“She’s Chop’s.”
Rhyot froze as he quickly spun back around. His jaw twitched as he glared at her, his eyes narrowed into slits. She already knew he was gonna let her have it. Rhyot grabbed the bridge of his nose before he started laughing even though there wasn’t a damn thing funny.
“So wait… you fucked with this bitch ass nigga after he was gon’ let you rot in muthafucking jail?”
“Oh, so you can’t fucking talk now? You became a fucking mute too? You don’t hear me talking to you?” She had seen Rhy spaz out more than enough times but she was never on the receiving end and the shit hurt.
“What you want me to tell you?” She avoided eye contact but could feel his eyes burning a hole into her.
“The fuck you mean? C’mon now, Boog. You got me looking at you funny now, just like that nigga. Let me find out you was in on that shit too.”
Her head whipped in his direction and she felt her body temperature rising. She knew she had fucked up but for him to insinuate some bullshit like that was low. She found out about Chop’s snakish ways after she became pregnant.
“You know I would never do no shit like that,” Ny snapped, her emotions getting the best of her as tears began to flow freely down her cheeks.
“Do I?” he stated coldly before continuing. Stepping in slightly, he said, “Three years a nigga was down, eating a fucking charge for both of us, and not once did you tell me you was still fucking with him. I’m supposed to be your best friend!Thirteenyears and you chose that fuck ass nigga over me?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Well that’s what it feels like. I thought you was one of the good ones, Ny. You could’ve had a baby with anyone else and I would’ve been cool but this shit…” he chuckled and his words trailed off as he nodded. “It’s cool though.”
How do I fix this?Ny thought as she reached out and tried to grab his arm but he pulled away.
Her heart broke into a million pieces as the only man she ever truly loved looked at her with disgust. Though they had never been romantically involved, Ny saw Rhy as the end all be all.
Tears broke free, rolling hot down her face. “I wanted to tell you, Rhy. I didn’t know how,” she stated. He scoffed but she continued. “There was never really a right time. I didn’t want to tell you through a damn letter and I couldn’t stand the thought of facing you. Especially after finding out about Chop and his bullshit while I was pregnant. I’ve been doing this shit by myself, Rhy, and?—“
“Mommy,” a small voice called out, causing Rhy and Ny to turn their heads in the direction of where it came from. The prettiest set of brown eyes stared back at them. Rhyelle stood hesitant in the doorway to the living room.
“Yes, baby?” Ny attempted to pull herself together and tend to her child.
“You loud.” Her comment caused not only Nyelle to laugh but Rhyot to chuckle as well.
“I’m sorry baby. I know it’s late. Come here,” Ny cooed as she opened her arms, awaiting Rhyelle. Rhyelle briefly looked at Rhyot before walking over to her mother who scooped her up and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Rhy, I want you to meet someone. This is my bestest friend Rhyot. Can you say hi?”
Ny watched as her eighteen month old daughter buried herself into her chest and looked out the side of her eye shyly at Rhyot. Nyelle wasn’t one to have just anyone around her child, so naturally, Rhyelle was shy. She did, however, wave her small hand which Rhyot seemed amused by.
“Hi, Lil Rhy… I’m Big Rhy. How are you?” Again, Rhyelle looked at her mother for confirmation. When Nyelle nodded that it was okay, Rhyelle responded.
“Good,” she said, giving Rhyot a lazy smile due to her still being tired.
Rhyelle was every bit of Nyelle, from her chocolate complexion to her full lips and button nose. Nyelle could see the frustration Rhyot had been holding onto chipping away.
Ny walked over to the sofa with Rhyelle still securely in her arms and sat down as she began to rock her in an attempt at putting her back to sleep. She focused on her baby girl but felt the sofa sink beside her. She caught a glimpse of Rhyot staring at her and Rhyelle’s interaction before he parted his lips and finally spoke to her.
“So this is really you now?” he asked with a half smirk.
“Yeah..” Nyelle returned the same half smirk before refocusing on her sleepy child. “Just give me a minute to put her back down and get her situated. I’ll explain everything after.”
“Cool.” Rhyot didn’t object and nodded.
The two of them didn’t say anything else as Nyelle went into mommy mode. For him, it was amazing to see. He had grownup with Nyelle and had never seen her be this soft, attentive, or loving. He would’ve never thought she had it in her but he loved to see it.
Rhyelle fell back to sleep in no time and Ny was grateful as she went to lay her down in her room, taking a few moments to stare at her as she slept before closing the door and returning to the living room. Rhyot now had his hoodie off, showing his bulky, tatted arms and chiseled chest under his wife beater.
