Cross My Heart (on hold)

Baby Mama, Baby Mama

Jerrick POV:

I woke up the next morning still in Melissa's bed. I guess while she was sleeping Melissa must've clung herself to me because she was stuck to me like leather tights on a bitch in the summer. Her leg was crossed over me, her head was laying on my chest and her arm was wrapped around me like she was hugging me in her sleep. I wanted to get up but Melissa wasn't letting up at all, and I didn't wanna wake her up. Wait...what the fuck am I talking about ? Awe, hell no. I'm not starting this being soft shit again. I dismissed the idea of not wanting to wake Melissa and slung her arm from around me. She mumbled something and tossed around in the bed a little. I got up and went to the bathroom to empty out my bladder. After I handled that I exited the bathroom. When I walked back into Melissa's bedroom she was gone. She wasn't in the bed anymore and she wasn't even in the room. I left the room to look for her and I found her in the kitchen bent over reaching for something in the refrigerator. The first thing I noticed when I saw her was that she had on my shirt. The next thing I noticed was that the only thing she had on, besides my shirt, was a pair of boy shorts. And got damn does Melissa have a fat ass. I can spot a fat ass like hers miles away. Lord !

She came up from the refrigerator with a carton of eggs and a pack of sausages. "Damn, you gon cook a nigga breakfast and everything ? Shit, I need to fuck you like this all the time." I said hopping on the counter to sit. "No nigga, this ain't for you. If you want some food you can go to jack in the box around the corner." She said putting the eggs and sausage on the counter beside me. "And get yo fonky ass off my counter nigga. This ain't yo house." She laughed a little. "Whateva lil one." I said getting down. "Yeah, you know who daddy is." She laughed, getting cocky. "What ? Nigga I run this shit. I'm daddy and I'm the one who where's the pants in this relationship." I played along. Melissa got a pan from under the counter and put it on the stove. She turned the stove on and started melting some butter in the pan. "Says the nigga with no pants on." She laughed at the fact that all I had on was boxers. "Besides...what relationship ? There's no relationship to where the pants in." She said in a low depressing voice. But she shrugged it off though.

It's times like this I wish I would've went ahead and cuffed Melissa and wifed her up. This is exactly how it used to be in college. We would just chill in the dorm all day when we could. Man, 3 years ago you couldn't catch me without Melissa on my side. That was my ride or die bitch. She was always there when I needed her. Damn, I loved that girl. Shit, when it comes down to it... I still love the girl. Lowkey...that's wifey. Besides, she ain't like these other girls. She keep it real with a nigga. Ever since I been the 'go to guy' in the streets when somebody wants somebody else to disappear, bitches started to flock. Everywhere I go, bitches always wanna be on my dick. All they do is kiss my ass and act like I'm a god. I'm pretty sure to these hood rat hoes, I am one. But Melissa, she's different. She don't kiss my ass or try to worship the ground I walk on. She got backbone...shit, spunk is what I call it. If anything, she stand up to me more than some of these fuck niggas out in the streets do. She don't hold back...I love that. That's what you call a real bitch.

Melissa cracked an egg into the pot and I watched her as she did. She looked so graceful...I guess that's the word. 'Tuh, graceful. When the last time I used that word ?' I laughed to myself. "Aye why you got my shirt on ?" I finally asked Melissa. I had been curious the whole time. "Huh ?" She turned around confused. "My shirt." I said tugging at it a little. "Oh... Man, honestly I didn't even realize I had it on. I guess it's just kinda instinct you know ? It's a habit. Besides, isn't this the shirt that you left me ? I used to wear this to bed all the time." She laughed. I looked at it closer. She was right. At one point of time I left it with her because...well I just forgot it. I always said "imma get my shirt back" but I never did. So eventually I just let her have it. Now that she mentioned it, she was right. She used to always be in my got damn shirt. The only reason I got it back was because we broke it off and I took all my shit back. "Damn." I kinda laughed. "You right..." I replied. "You can have it though, I'll take it off. Wouldn't want you to think I was tryna keep it again." She said starting to walk towards her room. Considering how I took my shirt back I guess she was throwing a slug or whatever. "Nah don't worry about it shorty, keep it on. You look good in my stuff." I said grabbing her arm before she could escape to go take it off. She looked down and smiled. "I guess..." She said innocently.

I looked at her for a second. This girl make me wanna do some things. I'm not even talking about sex. I mean this girl...she always got a nigga thinking about shit I've never even imagined. Settling down, having a family,which I already halfway have, and even marriage. But....that shit ain't for a nigga like me... What does the king of the streets look like getting married ? What does a hit man look like having a family ? Man this shit is crazy. I don't know what to do...

I looked down at Melissa while she tried to shy away from me. "Don't look at me like that." She said. "Like what ?" I said letting her go. I still had her arm from when she was about to leave to take off my shirt. "Like you care." She said walking back to the stove. I sucked my teeth at her comment. "Why you always gotta start some sh..." "Daddy !!!!!!!" Malik came running into the kitchen interrupting my sentence. I wiped the pissed look off my face and put on a smile for my little nigga. He ran to me and I picked him up. "Whassup lik lik !" I said holding Malik up in the air. He giggled in response. I put him down and then he went over to Melissa and wrapped himself around her legs. "Mommy !" He smiled. She picked up just like I did and then she put him on her waist. "Well goodmornin my big strong man !" She said smothering him in kisses. He laughed ad then Melissa started talking again. "How'd you sleep ?" She asked Malik. "I was scared..." He said looking down. Melissa picked his head up. "Why ? You have a bad dream ? Mommy gotta go put that monster back in his place ?" She pinched his nose. Malik looked down again and sighed. "No..." "Well what was it ?" She asked again. He shook his head no and then let out a "nothing." "That's right ! Us Thompson's don't get scared. Ain't that right ?" I said talking to Malik. He put a little smile back on his face and then he shook his head up ad down and yelled "YES SIR!" "That's my lil man." I laughed. "You ready to eat ?" Melissa asked Malik. "Yes ma'am." He said. "Yes ma'am." I said mocking Malik. Melissa gave me the evil eye and then put Malik down. "Ok baby, go wash up with daddy ad then I'll have your plate ready when you're done." She said. "Come on lil man." I said taking him to wash his hands. "Perv." She half mumbled and half laughed.

"Daddy lets go to mommy's bathroom. It's big !" He said grabbing my hand and leading the way. We walked into the bathroom and I lifted him up so he could reach the sink. I let him get some soap and then I turned the water on for him. He washed his hands for damn near 30 seconds but eventually I put him down and let him dry his hands. As he was wiping his hands on the towel he looked up at me and said "Daddy ? Do you and mommy like each other ?" "Do me and mommy like each other ? Where you get that from ?" I asked while not answering his question directly. "That's what I was scared of last night. You and mommy....... I heard you and mommy yelling at each other. Mommy tells me it's not good to yell at people. That means they're mad.....are you and mommy mad at each other ?" He asked. Man, Malik so damn smart. Smarter than I want him to be right now. "Come here." I said sitting down on the edge of the tub. "Me and mommy aren't mad at each other. Not anymore ok ? When two people who love each other don't like something that's happening they yell at each other." I tried to explain. "So you and mommy love each other ?" Malik asked, reminding me of my own words. 'Shit, I gotta be careful with choosin my words.' I thought to myself. "Me and mommy...it's somethin that you're too young to know about right now. But I promise. When you get old enough..you'll know." I told him. I got up and we started to walk out of the bathroom, but Malik stopped. "Daddy are we gonna be normal ?" He asked. "What's that ?" I asked. "Why don't you live with us ? Why do you have to take turns ? Erick parents don't have to. Ashley's parents don't do it..... Why do we have to do it ?" He started looking down. I felt so bad. All this time I've been thinking that I was giving him the world and being a good dad but all he care about is being a family. I don't blame him. I wish I could tell him yes but I couldn't. I wish I could tell him why too but...that wouldn't help. I'm just.... I ain't ready for all that. That ain't for me. "Mommy and daddy have a lot to do before that can happen ok ? But I promise, I'll work on it." I said. He smiled big. "Ok !" He said excited. Lord I hope I don't break his heart...