Page 3 of Typa
“Maui,wake up, baby. I gotta make a run, and I’ll feel better if you go to my parents’ house or Treasure’s house.”
My eyes peeled open. I was tired as hell. We didn’t go to sleep until about three o’clock this morning, and it was only seven a.m. Last night was horrible. My girl got married, and I couldn’t even stay to enjoy it. It was hard enough not to be a part of all the planning and the wedding party. Seven just couldn’t leave well enough alone. Mythic was the man I had fallen in love with. I couldn’t understand why that was so hard for my family to accept. I mean, I understood their concern, but I was grown. They needed to just let this be.
There was no way Mythic was going to allow me to leave him, especially not now. I was eight weeks pregnant with his child. I didn’t know how I allowed myself to end up here. This wasn’t where I saw myself in life. Mythic’s heart was beautiful. It was just the shit that he was involved in that made this so dangerous. It was bad enough he found out he was the father of a six-month-old little boy. I couldn’t be upset about that, since it was before me, but I still wondered sometimes if he was being faithful.
He treated me well, catering to me at every turn. Mythic had so much potential. However, the longer he went without fulfilling it, I knew my hope in us would start to dwindle. I could raise a kid without him, but I knew that he wanted to be a part of the journey. The way he made me feel was the total opposite of how he conducted himself with everyone else. Last night, he apologized repeatedly for what happened at the wedding. He stroked me to ecstasy a few times, promising to try harder to restrain himself around my brother.
I had no faith in that. Seven was a hot head, just like his father.My daddy.I missed him so much. I just wanted them to trust me. My mama called nearly every day, crying on my voicemail. Sometimes, I would answer just so she knew I was okay, but there were other times that I couldn’t handle it. It was a constant reminder that I wasn’t talking to anyone else. While she didn’t like the situation, she didn’t try to beat me down with her opinions about it.
Maybe, in the back of my mind, I thought they were right. That was why I got so defensive. I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer, then got up and went to the bathroom to handle my hygiene. Mythic joined me inside and wrapped his arms around me. “Good morning, baby girl.”
“Good morning.”
He kissed my neck and gently rubbed circles on my belly while I brushed my teeth. His braids brushed my shoulders as he continued caressing me. It was like he could feel my sadness, my depression, and my hurt. When I wasn’t good, neither was he. It was so hard to let go, because I felt like we had a spiritual and emotional connection, not to mention a physical one. That went without saying.
“Whose house am I taking you to, baby?”
“Your parents’,” I said after spitting out toothpaste.
I rinsed my mouth and gargled, then stepped out of his embrace and started the shower. I could see him watching me in the vanity mirror, and I could also see the concern in his eyes.
“Okay. Let me call my mama to make sure she’s awake. Things will get better soon. Okay?” he asked softly.
I nodded and stepped into the shower. I’d fallen asleep butt ass naked. When I let the hot water hit me in the face, I released the tears that seemed to build up daily. I would still be in Nome had my dad not tried to keep me away from Mythic. There was no way I would be allowed to come and go as I pleased if I lived there. Daddy Mayor was watching my every move. This side of him was so foreign to me, and it was killing me inside.
I needed my family, but I felt like I needed Mythic also.Why couldn’t I have both?It was like they didn’t want me around because of who I was associated with. I felt embarrassed and heartbroken for going against them, but I knew what I felt for Mythic. I knew the person he was under all the bullshit.
As the water drenched me, he joined me, once again sliding his arms around me and kissing my shoulder. “Maui, look at me, baby.”
I turned to him and stared up into his dark eyes. When the tear fell down his cheek, I knew he was about to say something that would break my heart.
“Maybe you should go home. Let me get shit squared away and get the heat off my back. I hate to see you so depressed, girl. I would never hurt you or let anything happen to you, but I also know that your family don’t trust that shit. They have good reasons not to trust it. People will never let you forget who you used to be. Hell, I’m still that nigga at times. But since being with you, I can tell I’m changing. Since that day in Market Basket’s parking lot, you the only woman I been with. That’s real.”
His words had the tears cascading down my cheeks. He leaned over and kissed my lips softly. Breaking my silence, I said, “Can I go see them? I wanna be with you, Mythic. That’s why I’m here. I know things are difficult for you right now, and that’s why you don’t want me traveling alone, but what if I can get protection? Someone from Watchful Eyes to follow me?”
“They work for your people though. Will that benefit us?”
“If they work for my people, then they work for me. When you go with me, things just seem to unravel. I know it’s not your fault. It’s my brother. But I really need to talk to him. Just me and him.”
“Let me think about it, okay? I hate having you out of my sight. Those niggas are trying to fuck me up, and if they get to you, I swear, I’m gon’ die avenging that shit.”
I nodded my head as he squirted Dove body wash on my loofah and began washing my body. Glancing down at my growing belly, I knew I couldn’t keep this from my family forever. Mythic’s sex game had held me hostage, but now, his heart had me. A part of him was growing inside of me. I was gonna be a mother. I had to get my mental together for the sake of my child.
As I rinsed off, I saw his dick rising as he watched me. This man was so insatiable. The slight scarring on the head of his dick had caught me off guard by the second time we had sex. When I asked him about it and he told me what he’d done, I knew that was why I came so easily with him. I couldn’t imagine voluntarily going through that kind of pain to do that. He had a big dick already. I supposed it was just one of those things I wouldn’t question, because it gave me extreme pleasure. Who would’ve thought a diamond-chip dick was a real thing that Jill Scott and Paul Wall spoke of in her song?
I turned to him and slid my hands down his chest. “I know you’re trying. I’m here, Mythic.”
He lifted my head to stare into my eyes. I whispered, “I’m here, baby.”
I refused to leave him, because I knew he struggled with acceptance. That middle child syndrome was on him heavy. I understood somewhat, since I was a middle child, but he was worse. While I was number three of five, I was still the baby girl. I still had a title. Mythic, however, had an older and younger brother and an older and younger sister. He was the middle child and the middle boy. I could imagine that he probably felt neglected, especially since he didn’t want to rodeo.
Carter Legend had followed in their dad’s footsteps, and Mythic was too at first. He said he wasn’t really that good at it, nor did he like it. He still loved horses and other farm animals, but that was about it. He enjoyed trail rides and watching the competitions at the rodeos, but he felt because he didn’t want to compete, he was forgotten about. I hated that for him, because I knew his parents didn’t do that intentionally. They loved all their kids.
Mythic lowered his lips to mine and slid his tongue in my mouth, kissing me so passionately. He was so much softer than I would have ever imagined. Watching him flip that razor blade around in his mouth made me cringe. A tongue that could handle a blade without cutting itself could surely handle a clit. When I thought of it that way, I was cool about it.
When Mythic pulled away from me, he said, “Thank you. Although you haven’t said it, thank you for loving me. I feel like you all I got. I know you won’t turn your back on me. I still hate that I jumped the gun and got you tied up in this shit. I would probably be in jail right now if it weren’t for you though. Seven would have been gone the moment I found out what he did. Just hope my nigga don’t find out. If he does, I won’t be able to protect him. Try to call him and tell him to quit running hisfucking mouth about it, even to family. They could repeat that shit to the wrong person.”
I swallowed hard. Seven probably wouldn’t even answer my call. When Mythic pointed that gun at him, he disowned me from that moment. I closed my eyes and decided that I would try to call him anyway. This was somewhat my fault. I should have just stayed home. After I found out I was pregnant, I knew it was a wrap. If I could get Ashanni or Milana to talk to him, that could probably save him.
