Page 96 of Regancy & Savior
“Well, go tell him again.” When it came to these kids and my husband, I never had any time to myself. My son was a certified mama’s boy, so his little pamper removal stunt was a way to get me to come to him. Savior hated it because SJ made sure to be in bed with us in the middle. It was funny to me because he acted just like his territorial ass father. Finally, the timer on my phone alerted me to it being finished.
For some reason, I had anxiety at the thought of just looking at this test. I forced myself to count to five, and then I snatched the test from the sink, and it read exactly what I thought. I was convinced yesterday when all I wanted to do was eat and sleep the entire day.
“Muhh.” SJ banged on the door as if he owned me.
I stuffed the test in my back pocket and opened the door. His naked, bowlegged frame ran straight into my legs.
“Muhh.”
“SJ, come here, man. You can’t be out here like that.” Savior walked down the hall with a pamper in his hand.
I grabbed the pamper from his hand and replaced it with the test in my hand. “How about you focus on that while I handle this.” I picked up my naked, whining baby and walked in the opposite direction.
Once I had him laid out on my bed, I cooed at him. “Now why do you have to take your pamper off, baby boy?” I put the fresh pamper on him
He just giggled up at me like I was making a joke. He looked so much like his father that it amazed me sometimes. Once I was finished, I fetched a T-shirt and put it on him before snuggling him in my arms. I could tell he was sleepy by the way each time he closed his eyes, it was a slight delay in them opening back up. Plus, he kept rubbing them. Kale used to do the same thing as a baby.
The best thing I could’ve done was come back to Chicago and face what I ran away from. In doing so, I met my soul mate, mended my relationship with my mother, and grew all around from everything I had gone through. I had even given my baby girl a father, a man who was so sincere and loving that I couldn’t have asked for anything else. Savior was the missing piece to my puzzle and the yin to my yang. Had I not come back here, I would have never met him or experienced this love that he and I shared.
“Re, you have to stop holding him like that. Let that lil’ nigga fall asleep on his own.”
I looked up, and Savior stood in the doorway looking at me. After standing there for a while, he walked into the room and set the test I handed him on the dresser.
“Leave my baby alone.”
“He ain’t no baby, Regancy. The lil’ nigga is grown enough to take his pamper off and flash Kale’s friends, then he’s grown enough to take his ass to sleep without being in your arms.”
I giggled and pressed my lips against SJ’s forehead. “Well, he’smybaby.”
Savior smirked and then walked back to the door. “Aye, Kale, I’ll give you twenty-five dollars if you take your brother for one hour.”
She was at our bedroom door so fast that I would’ve thought he promised her a damn shopping spree. “And we can go on the boat this weekend?” She looked up at him.
“That’s up to your mother. Now take your brother.”
She nodded her head and walked over with her arms out, grabbing Savior from my arms. Within seconds, she was carrying him out of our bedroom, and Savior closed the door.
I stood and walked into the washroom, knowing he’d follow me. I didn’t even get to the counter before he pulled me in to him.
“I told you that I was getting my second son before the year was out.” He picked me up and placed me on the counter.
“You did this on purpose, knowing I wanted to work on expanding my businesses thi?—”
“And you still will… just while you’re hitting me off with my other son.” He winked. “I support any and everything you do, baby.”
A small smile rushed my face. He was very supportive. In the last year, I was able to open up another location for my restaurant, which was great. It was his support and ability to still be present, even though he was busy as well. Long story short, we made it work. Not to mention, my mother was also a big help. Besides Amil’s passing, everything with her was good. She practically lived here with us, but she refused to formally move. We were fine with it because she was a big help and a greatpresence when it came to the kids. My father had even come to Chicago a few times, even though he hated the city. He claimed that he wanted to be as involved in his grandchildren’s lives as possible. That was even better because when they were old enough, I’d be shipping them off to him.
Either way, life was treating me great, and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. I had a wonderful husband and two and a half beautiful children. Life couldn’t get any better.
SAVIOR
Before Regancy, I didn’t think I’d ever slow down. I was out here in these streets heavy and doing whatever the fuck I felt. I should’ve known that day on the elevator would change me. If that wasn’t a sign, the day I walked in her bar and she said she wasn’t paying me shit was one. Regancy had come into my life and exposed me to some shit that I wasn’t used to, and then after that first taste, I was borderline fucking obsessed. She hooked me on her, and even now, I had an addiction to this woman. She had shown me what pure, unfiltered love was like, and that was just that. I planned to spend the rest of my life making her and my kids happy. It was just something about seeing them smile that lit my entire world up. I had become one of those niggas that I used to judge. I had turned in my street-running days for the corporate chair, and now I legitimately invested in businesses that were in trouble to keep them afloat, along with my psycho ass partner in crime. We still did a little something on the side, but it wasn’t enough to get us in any shit. I had to show my kids that there was way more to life than what I was into. The thing about having kids was that everything was put into perspective. A real street nigga didn’t raise his son to run the same streets.Instead, he created passages beyond the streets for his seeds. Then with my daughter, I gave Kale the world because I never wanted her to encounter a me before I had her and her mama. Some niggas didn’t understand the assignment, but I did. I could never play with my creations. I was too busy out here trying to give the world to them and their fine ass mama.
“Thank you,” she uttered, breaking my thoughts up.
“For what?”
“Everything.”
I laughed. “I don’t know what you’re thanking me for. You still owe me that lil’ money from opening up in my territory.”
She giggled. “Yeah, okay. You didn’t get it then, and you damn sure won’t get it now.”
“That’s cool. I got something better than that anyway.”
The End…
