Who Wants That Perfect Love Story Anyway 3: The FAM (Who Wants That Perfect Story Anyway)

by Natavia

  She broke down crying. “I love you!” she said.

  “Naw, shorty, you don’t love me! You love what I can do for you. I’m barely around you and I just cursed your mama, sister and friends out! I have no respect for you! No real woman in her right mind would love a nigga like that! You have thirty days to get the fuck out of my crib. If you even think about fucking my shit up, I’m bodying your ass!” I gritted.

  “What if I keep the baby?” she asked.

  “Well you just have to wait in line like everybody else in social services!” I lied. If she had the baby I would take care of my responsibility, but I wanted her to believe I wouldn’t so she could get an abortion.

  “I hate you!” she screamed. I threw up my deuces then left out of the door. Fucking with Myla was a wake-up call. I hounded Tee-Tee about how she made her money. I had no business even though I was scared for her safety. Tee-Tee was independent, and I should’ve been thankful for that. What I did was take that from her. I should’ve just sat back, and minded my business, and let her make the choice if she wanted to stop hustling. I forced the issue on her, cheated on her, and even disrespected her to the point where it forced her to quit. I did my shorty hella wrong.

  I understood her pain when she found out about the baby. She did everything to make me happy and I still didn’t seem satisfied. I was thinking with my dick and not my heart. I’m not going to even lie, when I went through her phone this morning while she was in the shower, and seen her and that nigga Mook texting each other, I was heated. I couldn’t even get mad, though. Tee-Tee and I weren’t together but we still stayed under the same roof. I slept in a different room. I needed to stop forcing shit on her and just let her make her own decision if she wanted to work it out or not.

  If she needed to fuck with another nigga to help with her decision then that’s what it was going to be. I didn’t like that shit, but what could I really do? I could just kill the nigga, but all that would do, is make room for another one. I’m going to prove to her that I love her and if that’s not enough, I could move on. These past few weeks I been depressed, no lie! They think men don’t give a fuck, but we do. I hurt myself when I hurt my shorty because she is a part of me. I love her a lot, maybe even too much.

  I walked into the house and Tee-Tee was cooking while Coren cooed in her rocker. I picked my daughter up and kissed her then sat down on the couch with her. I flicked through the channels until Tee-Tee came into the living room.

  “Damn, make some fucking noise when you come into the house!” she snapped. I knew what she was doing. She wanted to pick a fight with me because she was still mad at the situation with Myla. I wasn’t going to fuss with her. All that would do is make her and that fuck nigga, Mook, closer. Women always turned to men with the problems they have at home. I bet that nigga knew everything, but it was all good, though. I wasn’t giving Tee-Tee shit to complain about to another nigga. My ass was ready to be on good behavior.

  Tee-Tee stayed craving the dick, though. That’s the only time she was happy was when I’m pounding into her pussy. It’s crazy how she throws me the pussy but complains about me leaving the house, thinking I’m going to go and fuck Myla.

  “My bad shorty!” I kept it short. Usually I would cuss her ass out for coming at me like that.

  “Why the fuck did you wake her up?” she snapped looking for an argument. Tee-Tee knew damn-well Coren was wide-awake.

  “My bad, yo,” I told her. I put Coren back in her bouncer then got up. I was heading to my room to get some peace because she was really itching for an argument.

  “What you just got finished fucking that bitch? You been real quiet lately! What you thinking about that bitch and her baby? I’m sick of your shit Corey!” she cried.

  She definitely hurting and I was to blame. I broke a strong independent woman down into an insecure-ass female. Could I get mad at her, though? Hell no! All of her actions was my doing.

  I pulled her into me then kissed her lips. I wiped her eyes then shut my door and locked it. She stood outside my door banging and pounding and cursing me out. I needed time to think about our situation.

  Camren

  It was Sunday and we were surprising the family. Pam informed us about dinner being at Tee-Tee’s and Corey house on Sunday’s when she was away. I couldn’t wait to see my parents and my daughter. I knew they were here because their car was in the driveway.

  “This is a very nice house!” Alita said and I rolled my eyes. Leodonis paid this bitch to come over here to take care of Royal. I insisted that we find someone else but Royal complained how Alita knew his condition and what not and he didn’t trust anyone else. He also fussed about how Leodonis recommended her and he rarely spoke highly of people. I couldn’t wait until he got better so we could ship this bitch back to Cuba.

  “Okay, Royal, be prepared!” I warned, ringing the doorbell as I waited for someone to open it. I heard fussing at the door and it sounded like Corey and Tee-Tee.

  “Open the door, Corey! It better not be your baby mama again neither! I swear if it’s that bitch, I’m killing her ass, pregnant or not!” she shouted. I shook my head because it was always something.

  “Yo, chill the fuck out! I’m not even trying to argue with you while family is here and shit! Yo, why you trying to embarrass me? Didn’t I tell you whatever problem you got with me needs to be addressed privately?” Corey said to her.

  Tired of waiting, Royal rang the doorbell because these motherfuckers were tripping! How rude of them to be fussing while they have someone standing at the door? Royal sat on a jet for hours straight and he couldn’t stand long; he was slightly in pain. The door was snatched opened.

  “Bit— Oh my God! Cam and Royal are home!” she screamed then bum rushed us. Everyone that was in the house was now outside by the door. Jamie almost knocked Royal down when she hugged him. Killa’s strong ass lifted him up almost off the ground. Corey practically had Royal in a hug that looked like he was in a headlock. Tee-Tee and Jamie had me in a sandwich placing kisses all over my face and rubbing my stomach. I kissed my mother and father then picked up Parker.

  Tears were coming down my face because I was happy to be home. It was good to see my family and friends. It had been around four months we had been away. We walked inside and Tataliscious was stacking my plate up with appetizers and Raja was rubbing my stomach. Of course the men dipped off into another room like always. My mom was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the food. I was happy that my mother stepped up in a major way with all of this. She helped Tee-Tee out with Coren and her brothers at times. We were all like family and I was glad to be back.

  “Umm, I don’t think it’s good for her to eat that! Her blood pressure has been high lately and she needs to stay away from the salt!” Alita said taking her job too seriously. The room got quiet because we all knew how Tataliscious could get.

  “Bitch, only thing that is salty in here is you, honey! Someone get this Spanish rice-eating bitch away from me!” Tataliscious complained. I held in my laughter, though I don’t condone how Tataliscious talked to people sometimes, Still, I didn’t like Alita. Call me insecure, or whatever you want, but I know that bitch wanted my man. When I tried to talk to Royal about it, he got mad and told me I needed to stop acting childish. I’m dropping the issue for now.

  “You are too damn rude!” Alita snapped. I was surprised because I didn’t think the little prissy bitch had it in her.

  “No, what’s rude is you coming up in here sitting down and being all up in our fucking business! Bitch, we don’t know you!” Raja said in Tataliscious’s defense. I must have been away too long because they were actually getting along, I couldn’t believe it. Raja was actually sticking up for Tataliscious. I looked at Jamie and Tee-Tee and they were giggling. The messiness has rubbed off on them.

  “In my country children would get spanked for disrespecting adults like that!” Alita said to Raja.

  “Hold up, boo, that’s a grown-ass woman! She couldn�
�t help the way she was born!” Tee-Tee snapped at her rudely.

  I cleared my throat because all of this was uncalled for.

  The doorbell rang and Tee-Tee rushed to it. I needed to talk to her to see what the problem was because it was almost like she was waiting for someone.

  Ashaun walked in with some girl I had never seen before. It must be the chick, Cali, Tee-Tee and Jamie told me about. Ashaun hugged me and the Cali-chick rolled her eyes. I didn’t like this bitch already.

  He spoke to everyone then hugged me. “You looking good, shorty!” Ashaun said to me. He picked Parker up then kissed her cheek.

  “Let me go holla at my nigga, Royal,” he said putting Parker’s little spoiled behind down.

  “You stay right here! You don’t need to be all up under that man! This is female-bonding time and since you are going to be coming around a lot, it’s time to get used to us. But the first thing you do is speak when you walk into someone’s home. Second thing you do is introduce yourself. If you don’t like the rules then you need to turn around and leave the same way you came in!” Tee-Tee told her.

  “You damn right!” Kimmy said. Jamie told me that Fitz and Kimmy broke up but I guess that didn’t last long. Jamie even told me that Raja slept with Fitz the night of some party they had, so I know it’s going to be some shit. Kimmy was cool just loud-mouthed as hell. She was Haitian with smooth, dark-chocolate skin. She stayed with a weave that was always laid. She looked like the one-hit wonder, Tweet.

  “Hi everyone! My name is Cali and I’m Ashaun’s baby mama! We are three weeks pregnant!” she said smartly. She was throwing low-blows at Jamie. Jamie just rolled her eyes and kept talking to Tataliscious. This had to be an awkward situation for her. I just prayed to God everyone ended up happy.

  “Well hi, Cali, my name is Alita and I’m Royal’s nurse,” she held her hand out to Cali and she shook it.

  After we all got finished chatting it up, we headed to the long dinner table. We all said our grace then dug in. I hadn’t had soul food in forever. The table was lined up with fried catfish, string beans, baked macaroni and cheese, yams, collard greens, fried chicken, and deviled-eggs. There was also bread pudding, ox-tail stew, rice, and cabbage. Sundays were not just simple dinners for us, we had a buffet style dinner.

  “Daddy, can you pass me the pepper?” Royal and my father both reached for the pepper. Royal was too damn cocky at times! Everyone laughed but I didn’t think it was funny. I was embarrassed but I was glad to be back. Royal looked at me and blew me a kiss, making me blush. I couldn’t wait to be his wife. I hadn’t mentioned it to the family yet, because I didn’t want to take the focus off of him. I just wanted him to enjoy his first day back home.

  Ashaun

  I wanted to apologize to Jamie about blowing up on her the way I did. She was right though, I only wanted her back because shit with me and Cali wasn’t right. Cali was sucking my ass dry and now the bitch was knocked up. I hadn’t even known her for a long time and she was about to become my baby mother. Corey was right about one thing though, the grass always seemed greener on the other side when it was fake.

  I’m not saying Cali was fake but it was hard to trust her knowing her past. She was hurting my pockets but that was my fault on how I treated her. When we first hooked up, it was nothing but shopping sprees and now, she was accustomed to it.

  After dinner, we chilled in what Corey called his “man cave.” I was happy as fuck Royal was back even though I was a little pissed at how he just took my spot away from me, but it was all love. I didn’t have shit to say to that nigga, Killa! Fucking sneaky-ass nigga. I look back at all the smart remarks he made and realized he was talking about Jamie the whole time.

  Royal was cracking jokes like always making everyone laugh. That nigga stay on joke-time but I did miss him though. He got on my nerves at times, but he was my ace. We were just two different types of niggas; he was that ruthless nigga and I was just a lover-boy type nigga.

  I hoped no one found out about me yanking some of Jamie’s hair out of her scalp. That was some bitch-nigga shit but shorty made me mad. I wasted five years on her ass and she tells me that she has always been in love with a nigga that’s been coming around us for a long-ass time. Killa was a good dude though but I’m mad as fuck. If it was some other nigga that I didn’t know, I probably wouldn’t care as much. I knew she wasn’t a virgin when I had first fucked her, but I didn’t think the nigga would be so close to home. I want to know what happened between them for them to avoid each other all of these years. You would have never guessed they had history. They never even said two words to each other. All of this shit had taken me by surprise.

  There was a knock on the door and Corey opened it. “Can I borrow my man for a second?” Jamie asked. I could even hear it in her voice she loved the nigga. She never used to come and get me while I chilled with my niggas. Jamie used to tell me in a heartbeat to call one of my niggas up to do something with me because I was getting on her nerves.

  “What’s good, shorty?” Killa asked. I was looking at these two motherfuckers and they were being disrespectful as fuck to me and I couldn’t hold it in.

  “Y’all take that shit somewhere else! Don’t y’all think y’all did enough backstabbing?” I asked.

  “What, nigga?” Killa asked with murder in his eyes.

  “Nigga, you heard what the fuck I said! Take that shit somewhere else!” I told him.

  “Aye nigga, chill the fuck out! You got your girl here, why you worrying about them? Let them be happy!” Royal told me sipping his liquor.

  “They are being disrespectful!” I told him. These niggas think her being with him is cool. I don’t give a fuck, she was my wife at one point in time.

  “What’s disrespectful? You got Cali and the new baby on the way! Why are you worrying about me and my man?” Jamie asked. I knew Cali couldn’t wait to run her mouth. I didn’t even want her to come over here but she begged and begged until I gave in. I damn sure didn’t want Jamie to find out.

  “Nigga, if you want talk about this then we can do that! But that lil’ bitch-ass attitude you got ain’t doing shit to me, my G! This my motherfucking shorty! Plain and simple! Deal with it, my nigga! I’m a grown ass man! Fuck I look like walking around you on pins and needles around your bitch ass just because you are in yo’ damn feelings? It is what is!” Killa said. I couldn’t take this lil’ nigga mouth any longer. I charged towards him but Corey and Fitz grabbed me in time.

  Killa took his shirt off. “You trying to wreck my nigga?” he asked, getting up. I couldn’t lie, though. His hands were official. The nigga could’ve probably been a boxer since his basketball career was fucked up.

  Royal just shook his head while sipping his Henny. I was making a jackass out of myself. I didn’t want Jamie, but at the same time, I didn’t want her with no one else. Maybe it was because I was miserable in my situation and she was happy in hers.

  “Y’all niggas need to suck this shit up!” Fitz yelled. We now had everyone in the house standing in the doorway. Cali looked like she was pissed but fuck her feelings.

  “Put your shirt on, boo!” Jamie told him, kissing his lips. This bitch was pissing me off!

  “I holla at y’all niggas later! Royal, don’t forget to get that disc we talked about from your sister. I’m out!” Killa said, leaving.

  Royal grilled me but I didn’t give a fuck! Jamie was being disrespectful. I get the fact she was in love with the nigga, but she didn’t have to shove that shit in my face.

  Royal told Corey and Fitz to leave the room because he wanted to talk to me about something.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you, nigga? And what’s this shit I been hearing about you neglecting my sister while she was pregnant? Don’t you see they are happy? Let that shit go, my nigga!” he said.

  “Fuck you mean I been neglecting her? I made sure she was straight! I stayed away because we didn’t get along, plain and simple!” I told him. He chuckled.

  “No n
eed to get mad at me, my nigga! She moved on, so let that shit go! I have never seen her this happy. That nigga is doing something you can’t and I respect him for that! You see she’s not coming at you because you brought Cali hoe ass here!” he said.

  “That’s my baby mama, nigga!” I told him getting mad. This nigga was pissing me off to the max. As happy as I was that he woke up from his coma, I now wish he stayed in Cuba.

  “Exactly! I know you! You mad about getting a broad like that knocked up! But at the same time that doesn’t give you any right to disrespect their relationship. If memory serves me correctly, you started messing with that broad before I got shot. You been doing you! Let that shit go, my G!” he said to me.

  “I’m never letting that shit go!” I said getting up. I was done talking to this nigga. Fuck all of them if they think Jamie and Killa relationship is cool.

  “You know what’s funny?” Royal asked tipsy.