Didn't We Almost Have It All? | method man

Chapter 39

"Sup nigga, how you?" Mef greeted, letting Reggie into the house.

"Ain't shit. Just chillin. Sup witchu?" Reggie asked as they maneuvered through the house. "I hope you drowning out that noise." He said referring to Mef's name being outed in that book. It's been a month since the book came out, and him being the topic of conversation hasn't slowed down yet. Interview requests, persistent phone calls, people in his comments, he wasn't phased by none of it. His main focus was the wellbeing of Jaida.

He shrugged, "not worried bout that shit. I already hit up Diesel to pay that bitch a visit." He was referring to Karrine who was causing all of this unnecessary drama in his life. Mef didn't take kindly to disrespect and back in the day he'd be quick to show a motherfucker why not to cross him. He was nothing but supportive to her and never treated her like the people in the industry did. He actually saw her for who she was, smart, funny, a go-getter, beautiful woman who was terribly flawed but shit he was too. He thought they were cool and he was supportive of her business endeavors, so her putting him on the spot like that took him by surprised and pissed him all the way off. He hated sending people to do his dirty work but because he was who he was, he had to be low with his threats.

Reggie nodded knowing how Mef can get. There's been countless of times where they had to show anybody who disrespected them that shit ain't sweet. "How's Jaida?"

Mef pointed upstairs to Jaida's room where the music was blasting, overhearing Jaida singing out loud to the music.

"Baby why you hurt me, Leave me and desert me? Boy I gave you all my heart and all you do was tear it up. Looking out my window, knowing that I could go. Even when I pack my bags, there's something always holding me back."

Reggie's eyebrows raised looking at Mef. "She's been doing this since she found out. She moved all her shit out my room and is sleeping in another. She be blasting all this 'niggas ain't shit' 'heartbreak hotel' type music, singing to the top of her lungs. Look I don't give a fuck what she do as long as she ain't leaving." Mef was getting used to the separation in the house, did he like it? Absolutely not but he wanted to give her space.

"She's crying out for help son," Reggie said.

"The fuck you think I've been doing nigga?! I've tried everything! Flowers, bought her clothes and bags I even started on the nursery. Sometimes I'll literally sit by her door and just talk, knowing I'm not gonna get a fuckin reply. She hasn't cooked, hasn't taken the time out to clean the house, bruh she don't come out that room. The only time she talks to me is when she needs me to go to the store in the middle of the night cause of her cravings." Mef vented in frustration. "I be tryna talk to my baby and shit, she don't want me rubbing her or nothing."

"I'd hate to be you right now nigga. These are my confessions face ass nigga." Reggie joked laughing.

Mef sucked his teeth mumbling something under his breath. He hated how unserious Reggie could be. "How's Modest doing though?"

Mef shrugged, pressing the back of his head to the wall. "A pain in my ass but she straight. Baby shower coming up."

"You going?"
"I might."
"You think it's yours?"

Mef looked down at his feet, thinking of the million dollar question. He shrugged in defeat.

"You ready for this, nigga?"
"Fuck no," he said shaking his head.

Reggie put a comforting hand on Mef's shoulder, grinning "congratulations though. I'll make sure to bring a gift."

Mef cut his eyes at him, shaking his shoulder off so Reggie's hand can fall, "fuck you. Fareal."