Page 2 of I'm So Mega
“Daddy,please don’t take our games away. What are we supposed to do without our games and television?” Matthew asked. He was the most vocal of the two.
Joseph was myit is what it isson. He barely griped about anything, especially when he knew that he was the cause of whateveritwas. He was more like me, while Matthew was more like his mother.
When the boys were three, we put them in separate rooms. That was a waste of time because they were always together in one of the rooms. Their godmother Shan came to the rescue again with the suggestion that we tear down the wall between their rooms and place a barn door. They would have the closeness they wanted with the option for privacy. It worked like a charm.
I didn’t turn around to answer Matthew until I unhooked their gaming system. “Y’all better read a book or something. Play pitty-pat, I don’t care. What y’all aren’t going to do is be out here in these streets on some scamming stuff.”
Joseph’s face scrunched. “Scamming? We’re not scammers. We didn’t trade places because of the test.”
My stare was intense as it alternated between the two. “If you’re trading places to deceive someone of something, then that is a scam. Trickery is scamming.”
“So, when Mama puts her favorite candy in those nasty, healthy food bags, she’s scamming us. Mama’s a scammer.” Matthew tilted his head to the side because he knew he had my ass.
Why, Big G?“Hiding and scamming are two different things. Tighten up talking about my wife, lil nigglet.” It was rare that I called them niggas or nigglets, but sometimes they took me there. “Now, if y’all weren’t trading places because of a test, then why did y’all?”
Joseph looked at his brother with soft eyes.Yeah, there was much more to this story.Near the beginning of the year, the boys were struggling in the subjects that their teachers identified. We recognized it early and jumped on it with tutors. We did the same with Maggie when she was diagnosed with dyslexia. We got her with a specialist immediately, and now she was proficient in her reading and writing.
Matthew shifted on his bed, where he and his brother sat. The gaming system was in his room because he loved to play games more than his brother. “We just wanted to see if anyone would notice.”He’s lying.He was either protecting his brother, or his brother was protecting him.
“Until you two can run me the truth, y’all can start a book club. Y’all mama would love that.” I heard them suck their teeth as I walked out of their rooms. Ask me if I cared.
Ruth sat at her workstation working on a mask in our massive bedroom. She looked up when she heard our door close behind me. She giggled, then said, “You took their game? They’re just going to watch TV.”
My neck twisted in her direction after I locked their game system in our safe. “That’s an improbability with the small padlock that’s on the plug. They don’t have a way to plug it in.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You didn’t! Oh my gosh! Mama Goldie is going to have a laugh at that one.”
I got that padlock in the little hole on the plug straight from my mother. She used to do that to me all the time when I was a kid. I hated it when she did that. Now, I appreciated it because I was able to use it on my kids.
Ruth leaned her head back and puckered her lips out so that I could kiss them. I glanced down at the mask. “What book are you creating that masterpiece for?”
Her paintbrush stopped moving across the mask. “It’s a book called You Deserve Good Things by Meka Evette. It was her debut release. Baby, it is such a good story about healing and the strength of true love. Jacory . . . ooh wee!”
“So, you’re really gonna swoon over some fictional nigga in my face like I won’t throw your kindle in the pool and burn all your paperbacks, including the special editions,” I said with all seriousness. She had me messed up. “Talking about some ooh wee over a nigga made up in someone’s mind. You better ooh wee on this dick tonight, since you ooh weeing.”
She leaned forward on her desk with laughter. She laughed but she knew I was serious. She placed the paintbrush down, wiped her hand on the damp towel, took off her painting apron, then strutted over to our bed where I lay. My sons, Megha, Matthew, and Joseph, had done wonderful work for her body. My hands went to her hips when she straddled me. She leaned down and locked her lips with mine. With her lips still against mine, she mumbled, “You want me to woo wee on your dick, baby?”
“You damn right I do.” I cupped the back of her neck to pull her lips back to mine. “I want you to do all kind of things on this dick. You gonna be my lil slut tonight?”
Her hand reached between her legs to grip my already hardened dick. The corners of her lips curved up, lifting her cheeks. “Woo wee, that’s a big dick.”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” My legs kicked like a three-year-old having a tantrum. “I wonder which one of your kids came to fuck up my pussy opportunity.”
Ruth smacked my chest. “Language, sir.” She climbed off my lap to let me sit up before she threw the throw blanket over my slowly softening dick. “Come in.”
Seconds later, my baby girl walked in. Maggie looked so much like her mother until it scared the hell out of me. Like her mother, she had hair down her back that was kept braided most of the year. “Hi, Mommy and Daddy. Can I talk to you?”
Her voice was a little shaky.Stay cool. It could be nothing.Ruth said that I tended to jump the gun.You shoot out the tires on one lil nigglet’s Power Wheels and you’re the bad guy.He wasn’t about to ride around with my daughter in his passenger seat with his arm around her like he was a five-year-old pimp. Why that old ass lil boy still had a Power Wheel anyway?
Matthew and Joseph had dirt bikes by that time. That told me that old boy’s daddy was a bitch!God, forgive me.His daddy was lesser of a man than what was deemed acceptable. “Of course, you can talk to us, baby girl,” I assured her.
She sat on the bed bench and fiddled with her thumbs.Yeah, I’m about to mess someone up.“Um, Mommy, you remember I told you about the dance in a few weeks?” She paused until Ruth gave her confirmation.She didn’t tell me about a damn dance.“Ryne Armen asked me to be his date.”
Ruth jumped out of the bed with a gasp.That’s right, wife! Tell her to sit down . . .“Oh my gosh! We have to make sure your dress is extra cute now!”
“Excuse my fatherly pardon, but I don’t remember agreeing to let my twelve-year-old daughter go on a date. What kind of world is this?” I looked toward the ceiling. “Big G, why are You testing my parenthood skills today?”
