Thugged Out 4: Real Life

THIRTY SEVEN- Grown Man

"No matter what you do, can't nobody tell me shit bout you. I really can't explain the things you do, but it makes me crazy over you." - Vedo

JESSICA

Some random number is calling me. I'm trying to finish giving Major a bath. I don't have time to be dealing with somebody playing on my phone right now. "I'm hungry." Major says for the millionth time, making the water splash with his toys. "Your granddad is almost done cooking, baby." I remind him. Major eats like a damn adult. Ant's half crippled ass is cooking burgers for everybody tonight. I'm scared to eat one because he might poison me, knowing him.

The number just called back. "Who is this?" I ask. "You a mark ass bitch. Nasty slut ass bitch." Some female says. "Who is this?" I ask. "You gon' see who it is, trifling bitch. What type of bitch fucks her own brother in law?" She asks. I raise my eyebrow. Who is this hoe and why does she know so much of my business?

"Whoever you are, you do know I'm gon' find you and toe tag you, right?" I calmly ask her. I'm not about to play these games. I refuse to go out bad. She starts laughing. "Yeah, okay. I send you my love, too. That bitch Majesty is as good as dead. Kiss Major and give him my condolences too, hoe." She says, hanging up the phone. I ain't worried about it at all. The bitch is dying slowly and I mean that.

I pick Major up then stand him up on the rug. I hand him his towel. He's drying himself off while I dial Majesty's number. "Major misbehaving?" He immediately asks. His background is a little loud. "No. Where are you?" I ask. "In New Orleans. We got here a few hours ago." He answers. "You having fun? Shai like it?" I ask. "Yes, she love it here." He answers. I just know he's smiling.

"You better treat that girl good. Where is she?" I ask. "I left her at the room at the Harrah's Casino. We gotta change hotels tonight cause she said she sick and she swearing up and down the hotel smell funny. I'm in the lobby at the Le Meridien across the street trying to finish paying for the room right now. The Ritz Cartlon was booked up. The Le Meridien out of suites this weekend too, though." He explains. "Get a regular room. It's just the two of ya'll and I'm sure you gonna be out all night anyway." I say. "Not tonight. I got something planned if she start feeling better. She got drunk when we got off the plane." He explains.

"You sound so damn sprung." I say, laughing at him. My child is something else. "No I don't. I just planned something." He says. "What you plan?" I ask. "I can't tell you, love." He answers, making me laugh. I'm putting Major's pajamas on. "Okay, Majesty. But listen, make sure you go visit your great aunts on your daddy's side while you there. You know how your weird ass Aunt Antonia is." I remind him. Antonio's sister is something else. "Ma, she crazy. She be on some spiritual reading shit." He says. "Quit cussing before I catch a flight and kick your lil ass." I warn him. "My bad." He mumbles.

"But that's still your auntie." I remind him. "I know but why I gotta go see them just because I'm in New Orleans? Pops family don't call nobody until they need some money or wanna come live lavish for a weekend. Plus, if dad didn't even know granddad until he was closer to eighteen years old, that mean he didn't know his family either. Dad barely even associate with them people. How come we gotta do it?" He asks. "Because your dad is all on his peaceful shit and wants y'all to know them. Major, go meet your granddad in the kitchen." I demand. He rushes out of the bathroom. "I'll believe it when him and grandma make peace." He says, making me laugh. Hell, me too.

"I know you called for something else, ma. What is it?" He asks. "Um... don't be alarmed if you see a couple black trucks following you." I say. He groans. "Ma, come on now. I don't need no security. That's embarrassing. Shai ain't gon' be herself with a bunch of big black niggas watching her and she don't know what y'all into." He says.