House Call

Chapter 4- Making Big Moves

PERCY'S POV

I had just woken up, and it was about 12:45pm; I got my ass in the shower to wash off last nights 'juices'. After I got out and got dressed I went in the kitchen to heat up some of the leftovers from last night. Looking around my apartment, I saw all the rose pedals on the floor and I smiled; it looked like a scene in Coming to America, and I was the lucky bastard who had to clean all this shit up. I started to think about the things my baby and I talked about last night, specifically the part where he asked me to move in with him. The thought excited and scared me all in the same breath. We have been doing great for the 1 ½ years that we've been together and of course I can't wait to make him my husband. But I don't want to rush anything you know?
I sat at the table and started eating when I hit me. "Call Pop's" my heart said to me. He's always for the best advice.

"Hey boy, how's it going?" Daddy Luke said answering the phone.
"All is well daddy, I can't complain. How are you?" I replied while eating a piece of chicken.
"Oh you know, enjoying retirement. I just got back from dropping the kids off at Phoebe and Mike's. We had a ball today." He said with joy.
I chuckled imagining my nieces and nephews wearing dad out. "That's what's up dad!"
"Haha, boy the longer you stay out there in L.A the more you start talking like them oh city boys. What the hell does "That's what's up mean?" He asked.

This guy

"It means that's good daddy" I answered laughing.
He returned the laugh. "Well hell say that then, shit. Where that other son of mine at anyway? Let me guess, he realized you weren't worth two dead cows and kicked you to the curb."
I rolled my eyes and laughed "Nah, you know I'm not letting this one walk out my life. He's at work, you know saving lives."
"My boys."
My dad was the absolute best, he loved Wyatt just as much as he loved me and he constantly kept up with us and always gave his support. He views Wyatt as his own and lets it be known. But I was still nervous whenever I had to talk to my dad about things regarding my relationships; judgement wasn't the reason, it's because I always want to make the best decisions.

"Dad I gotta talk to you about something."
"What's going on son? Everything ok?" he asked with concern.
"Yeah dad, everything is great. It's just- well..."
I heard him sigh. "Boy, you and your momma do the same thang. Start a conversation and the get to mumbling. Just say what's on your mind son."
Before I could even think, I just spit it out. "Wyatt asked me to move in with him."
"Okay... what's the issue?" he was looking for the point.
"What do you feel about that" I asked.
He chuckled" Well Percy, I'm not the making love to him. How do you feel?"
I had to laugh myself, he always keeps it real. "Well dad, I'm excited honestly, and a bit scared. I've never lived with another guy. I mean I love him, I just don't wanna mess up you know?"
"I hear you son, buy let me ask you a question. Do you want to marry this man and spend the rest of your life with him, or are you just sticking around because the ass is good?" he said bluntly.
"Dad! HAHA. It aint like that at all. I honestly love him and I really care about him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him and have about 6 nappy headed kids." I replied.
He stared laughing. "You had me until you said nappy headed. Boy you can't be out here with babies looking un-kept, they gonna come and take them damn kids!! HAHA
My pops is a damn fool. We shared a good laugh for a few seconds.
"You know what I mean pops." I said
"Yeah, yeah I know. Look here son, you are a grown man capable of making your own intelligent decision; we raised you to be able to think for yourself, so stop looking for approval because you're always gonna have it. I support you, your mama supports you, and that goes for them sisters of yours too. Okay?"
In that moment, I realized exactly what he was talking about. I knew what felt right in my heart, and I don't need no one's view to influence what I got going with my king. I know how heavy my heart weighs because of the love he puts in it.
"You're right. Thanks Daddy. I know I can always count on you man." I said proudly. 
"I've always got you son. Now go ahead and get you some boxes and start packing your shit up. Your lease is up next month right?" he asked
"Yes sir, I'm gonna start packing today."
"Alright then, I love you. Can't wait to see yall next week. Tell Wyatt to give me a call when he can." He said.
"You got it pops, love you too. Bye."
I got up from the table and started cleaning up my place. Once I was done I looked for a place that sells boxes, but then it hit me that my King took my truck, so I gotta Uber.
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9:36pm
I was sitting on the floor in my closet putting the last of my socks in a box when I heard the front door open.
"Baby that you?" I yelled
It was silent for a moment and then I heard the bedroom door push open. Wyatt came through door sideyeing me with his sexy ass. "How many of your hoes got a key?" he asked with attitude.
I sucked my teeth. "I let you drive the car. They don't get that privilege baby."
He laughed and though his beanie at me. He looked around the room at the packing project I had going. He came over and leaned down to kiss me.
"You've been working huh?" he said looking and seeing empty shelves.
"Yeah I'm really excited."
He moved some stuff over that I had on the floor and stated to help me pack up some boxes. He fiddled through boxes to see what goes where.
"I've packed up the majority of the closet and the drawers. I guess I can do the kitchen next week on my day off and then the other closets." I said.

"I'm actually off tomorrow, I can get started on it baby. How soon do you wanna be outta here?"
That made me nervous. I started scratching the back of my neck. "Uhh how soon do you want me there?" I asked.
He looked at me and smiled.  He reached in his pocket and pulled out a key and tossed it to me. "Tomorrow" he said
I was cheesing from ear to ear, he gave me a key to his home- our home.
"Damn, daddy be putting it down like that? You just out here giving up keys and closet spaces and shit."
He chuckled and smiled. "Well, when you know where your heart belongs... everything just seems to fall into place."
My heart had melted. This man- THIS MAN was the one I prayed God would send me way back when all this trifling ass dudes broke my heart, and left me cold and alone. I just couldn't help but stare at my baby... my future, the father of my kids... man I love him.

"So Dr. Bradshaw, your dad wants you to call him." I said.
BAD MOVE. That's beautiful smile left his face and he looked at me with big eyes.
I could tell by the concern in his eyes that he thought I was talking about his real father. "I'm not talking about your real dad. I'm referring to your father-in-law."
Relief came across his face. "Oh ok. I'll call him in the morning when I call mom." He said while looking away from me and into the boxes.

He started to smile and I knew that I should probably leave that conversation alone, but if this was the man I wanted to marry and spend the rest of my life with... I need to get to the bottom of that story.

I am so sorry about that long wait and I hope you're enjoying the story so far. There is so much that is being developed for this story. STAY TUNED!! I promise that there will be weekly updates, and if my life permits- maybe multiple releases.
Much Love.