Page 21 of I'm So Mega
“Mama, my stomach hurts,” Maggie said with her hands over her midsection. “That’s normal, right? I remember you used to have bad cramps.”
I huffed because I didn’t want that for my girl. “It depends on the person. Sometimes it happens, but it may not be severe likemine. This weekend, I have something special planned for you. It’s gonna be me, you, Auntie Shan, and Fiona, Kellie, Shanae, and Sadie.”
Maggie’s eyes brightened. Those were all of her favorite people. “What are we doing? I’m excited and I don’t even know yet.”
I glanced at her in the passenger seat. “You’ll find out in the morning. First, I have to break the news to your father about his little girl starting her journey to womanhood.”
“Lord! First straightened hair and now my period. Mama, he’s not going to make it. We need to start praying now, and I mean lay out pray.”
I had to laugh because she knew her daddy well. That man had to stay under prayer and near the cross. Certain life changes he just didn’t handle well. Ned was no better. Kellie would be the next in line, and that man would have a full fit.
When we got home, Mega was coming from the kitchen with a bottle of water. He knew something was wrong because Maggie didn’t get off the bus until around four in the afternoon. Matthew and Joseph arrived home about a half an hour before her.
“Hey, baby girl. What you doing home so early? Are you alright?” His words were etched with concern.
Maggie looked up at me. I kissed her temple. “Go ahead to your room to get cleaned up so me and your daddy can talk. I’ll be in there soon.”
She gave me and her father a warm smile before she moved down the hall. My attention went to Mega. “Come talk to me, baby.”
I didn’t give him a chance to say yes or no. I made my way to our room. When I got there, I sat on the chaise and crossed my legs. He stopped when he came into the room.
“Ruth, what the hell is wrong with my baby? Don’t do that beat around the bush stuff either,” he demanded. “You know I don’t like that when it comes to my children.”
That was a fact. “Mega, Maggie is home early because she started her period today.” I got right to it.
He tilted his head. “What do you mean? Oh, she started to say that period shit like the other lil annoying girls? Period!”
When he clapped together his middle finger against his thumb, I lost it. “Mega, what in the world? No, she started her menstruation.”
His head tilted to the side. “Hey Google, at what age do females start their menstruation?
“According to sources, the average age for most girls to start their period is twelve. Some can start as early as eight,” our hub answered.
Mega threw his head back and closed his eyes. “Big G, what is the meaning of this? Big G, I know James 1:2-4 says:Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way.
“Lord, if you see fit to deficient me in any way, let it be in this way. I can’t deal with this, man. It was just yesterday that my baby fake-slept to be nosy. Now, she’s just nosy like her mama.” He took a breath while I gawked at him sideways from one of my eyes. He glanced at me. “See, God, she can’t even let me finish the prayer without her opening her eye.”
I sucked my teeth and opened both of my eyes. His eyes were wide open, staring at me. I just closed my eyes again.
“God, help me deal with this. I’m new to this parenting thing, no matter how old my babies get. Keep me near you, my guns inmy safe, and my head on a swivel to see when these lil nigglets and hussies that come at my daughter and sons. Amen.”
“Amen.” I stood in agreement. Mega’s prayers were his. I would never allow anyone to dictate how his relationship with his Big G flowed. It was his own personal relationship with the man that created him. “I’m going to do our woman’s weekend this weekend. There’s a really cool treehouse cabin in North Carolina that we’re going to fly to tomorrow. Fiona chartered a private jet.”
He nodded. “So, like, what does she need from me? Is there anything that I can do?”
I smiled at his willingness to always be there. This was a situation where there really was nothing he could do, but he would still try. “Later tonight, we’re going to be in the den, watching a movie, eating ice cream, and snuggled up. Come snuggle with us.”
He smiled, then walked over to our walk-in closet. He took a minute in there, and when he came out, I was once again reminded why I loved this man. Over his arm he had a pair of Transformer pajamas, and in his other hand, he had a pair of matching house slippers. “Bet! I’m going to order her favorite food for dinner. Is that cool?”
“That is very cool.” I uncrossed my legs. “Now come here so I can suck your dick.”
His head bucked back before he threw the pajamas and the slippers in the air. “Ah, see, when you’re obedient, good things happen. Come on, throat master, and let me put this dick down it.”
I loved when he talked that nasty stuff to me. I was a fool for this man and would always be. He was my Megatron.
A Few Weeks Later. . .
Our women’s weekend was absolutely amazing. The older women taught Maggie and Kellie how to properly handle their hygiene when it was that time of the month. We taught them how to determine what kind of pads they should use and when. I decided that I would teach her about tampons when she was a little older. Since she had started menstruating, it was also time to have that sex talk. That conversation was mildly uncomfortable, but Fiona helped me through it. When we got back home, my baby felt confident, and that was the goal.
