Page 5 of I'm So Mega
Ruth covered Papa’s ears like his feelings were more important than mine. “Mega! Don’t say that in front of mybabies. He is not squishing me, first of all. Did you want something, sir?” Her eyes went back down to her e-reader.
My hand covered my chest. “How are you annoyed with me? It’s time to get up and get to the doctor.”
Her head popped up, and a smile adorned her beautiful face. “We get to find out what we’re having today! Get up, Papa. Mommy has to go.”
His big over one hundred pounds ass had the nerve to look disappointed. My other three babies moved from their place at her feet so I could get to her. She sat her e-reader next to her, then raised her hands for me to pull her up. Her lips met mine once she was on her feet. I grabbed a handful of her ass that Big G blessed her with since the pregnancy.
“I love you, Ruth Lindsay Manfield.” It felt like I told her that I loved her more than I needed to, but the world was crazy, and I was crazier. I wanted to make sure that if anything ever happened to me, the last thing that she remembered was me telling her that I loved her. I was intentional about my love for her like Big G was intentional about His love for us.
“I love you too, Megatron Loric Manfield.” Our lips locked and I felt the need to take her down, but she was tripping about time. She wasn’t tripping when she was reading about whatever book bae was on that e-reader screen.
Her doctor’s office was less than twenty minutes from our house. It took us no time to get checked in and taken to a room. I told them when we first started to come here that I didn’t want to sit among all those bad ass churn that come with their mamas.
“Mr. and Mrs. Manfield, it is so nice to see you today,” Dr. Shepard greeted when she came into the room. “How are you feeling today, Ruth? You look good.”
Every time someone complimented Ruth on her appearance, mood, aura, or whatever you wanted to call it,I took it as a personal compliment. I felt like some of her happiness reflected how I treated and loved her. From my personal experience, you could tell when females weren’t happy in their relationship with her man. She could try to hide it, but it seeped through like the strongest funk.
“I feel amazing, Dr. Shepard,” Ruth answered. “My husband is making sure that I’m well taken care of.”Damn right I do!
“Well, I am happy to hear that. I know y’all are here to find out whether your baby boy or girl is in there waiting to say hi to Mommy and Daddy.” She smiled before she looked down at the open folder in her hand. “Before we get the ultrasound tech in here, I just wanted to let you know that your bloodwork looks good with the exception of your blood pressure. Are you watching your salt intake, Mrs. Manfield?”
Ruth side-eyed me at the same time that I side-eyed her. I wanted to see if her ass was about to lie to this lady. “Well, Ruth, have you been watching your salt intake?” I asked, but I knew the answer.
“Um, I could do a little better than I am. There are just some things that need salt no matter how you cut it.” Ruth tried to rationalize her unhealthy eating habits. I bet she wouldn’t tell that doctor that right now, as she sat on the table, she had Cajun seasoning, garlic, and onion powder, that orange Mexican seasoning black people thought went on everything, and hot sauce in her damn purse.
Dr. Shepard gave her a knowing look. “Alright, if you come in here again with numbers like this, I’m going to put you on bedrest, Mrs. Manfield. Let’s get Grace in here to see what you two are having.”
When she walked out of the room, I chuckled. “So, you’re just going to lie to that lady? Talking about you’re doing better. The last time we were here, you only carried salt and pepper in ya purse. Now you have a seasoning rack.”
“Shut up, Mega. Be mindful of what you say to me. I have three words: holy, pregnant pussy.” The smirk that rose on her lips was a mixture of evil and sexy.
I shook my head because my wife was proof that you could never truly know someone. At one time, she hated the word pussy. Now she almost used it more than me. I acted bothered, but I wasn’t because it was sexy. For every pussy she said, I added on five more sentence enhancements I could use until I quit. At this rate, I’d always have a sentence enhancement in the chamber for emergencies. “You got that, Ruth.”
Moments later, Grace came into the room to turn on and hook up all the things. She went through all the measurements to let us know that our baby was tracking the right way as far as growth. “Alright, now let’s see what you’re having.” She barely pushed the probe around. “Oh, well, she’s not interested in being a lady today. Your daughter is not shy.” She pointed at the screen to show our daughter with her legs spread open.
“Oh my gosh! It’s a girl! We’re having a daughter!” Ruth grabbed my hand with a tear in the corner of her eye. “Did you hear that, Mega?”
Oh, I heard it, and my ears were still popping. Why would Big G do me like this? I wasn’t saying that I didn’t want a daughter, but He could have given me a son first. If I had a son first, I could train him to beat these little fuckas up that came around my baby girl.
At that moment, I remembered something that Grace said. I took my hand and smacked Ruth’s belly. “If you don’t close your legs, little girl. Be a lady.”
“Oh my God!” Grace said with a hearty laugh. “She really closed her legs, look!” She pointed at the screen. Sure enough, my lil girl’s legs were closed.
I tightened my hold on Ruth’s hand. I smiled because I knew I would be alright as a girl dad. “That’s daddy’s baby.”
Back To Present. . .
“Hell, Ned, Shanae is sixteen now. What’s her boyfriend’s name?” Croy asked Ned. He tried to hold in his laughter at his own joke.
Ned sucked his teeth. “Oh, I don’t have to worry about that shit. What I don’t catch, Corleone will. My boy don’t play about his mama and sisters, just like I taught his ass.”
Corleone was almost twenty and a muthafuckin’ beast with it. He graduated from high school with an associate’s degree in cosmetology. He was a certified cosmetologist and nail technician. When we asked him why he chose those, his response let me know that he was raised to be a beast.
“Well, I know I need a college degree or trade to work for Christianson Enterprises. If I’m a nigga that does hair and nails, everyone will assume I’m a bitch, and that will be their misstep. I plan to be the best cosmetologist and nail tech that can also put niggas to sleep. Also, it’s easier to wash money in both professions since they’re cash businesses for the most part.”My godson was smart.
Ned told Corleone when he was fifteen about what he did for a living outside of the legal businesses. The confession was out of necessity. From that point on, Corleone was determined that he would follow in his father’s footsteps. Ned tried to veer him in another direction, but after a discussion with Shan, Mont, and Jacob, they gave him the alright to pursue it. He was currently training.
Now it was my turn to mess with my best friend. “Well, Corleone must be out of town, because Maggie told me that Kellie is going to the dance with a lil nigglet named Payton. Did you know that?”
