A Good Thing (Completed)

Chapter 23

Twenty Three
Watch Your Back
Mychal Patterson

I wasn't much of a drinker but when I got stressed, one didn't hurt. I sat at one of the local bars after leaving my bros house. Playing games was fun and everything but it wasn't enough to clear my mind from what Jailah had said to me. That on top of that fact that I was trying to hold my tongue about the husband thing.

Every time Jailah made a mistake or did something wrong, she would never admit it. It was either 'not her fault' or 'her hormones acting up.' Which I didn't deny, sometimes yes, I know her hormones made her moody, especially since she was high-risk. That's why I normally brushed it off, but it was starting to become far too much. I was at the point where I even pondered the thought of joint custody. There was only so much that a man could take and I was taking blow after blow from Jailah. Not that I couldn't stand up to her, I just didn't want to disrespect her. I didn't want to stress her out. I wanted to be as supportive as possible and give her the happiest pregnancy ever.

My boys gave me some advice. A few of them said it was time for me to remind her of who the man in the relationship was. A few said it was time for me to pack my things and abort mission like Odell did. While others said that I just needed a honey on the side like them, one to take away the stress that my main gave me.

I wasn't down for the last option though, because at the end of day; I loved her from the bottom of my heart. I loved her daughter just as much and I just wanted us to work out so badly. But really, how much more could I possibly take? I was getting really tired of the disrespect.

"Another round?" I heard the bartender ask me as she pointed towards my empty jug.

"Nah, I'm good." I reached into my wallet and pulled out a fifty bill, placing it onto the table for her.

"Thank you, I'll be back with the change."

"No need. I'm good."

"Really?"

"Yes, keep it." I shot her smile then got out of the seat. I struggled as I put on my jacket, since my arm was broken. I had broken a bone before so the pain was bearable. It was the annoyance of having to learn to use only one; that I hated.

"Need some help with that?" a woman said, walking over to me.

"I think that I'm good."

"No, you aren't." she smiled, helping me get my arm into my jacket.

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"Don't even mention it. I'm a huge fan by the way. Mind if I get a picture?"

"No, I don't mind at all."

"Yay!" she quickly handed her phone to the bartender then came by my side, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and smiled.

"Got it." the bartender said.

"Thank you so much."

"Don't mention it." I said, this time. The woman looked up from the picture then looked up at me, she bit on her bottom lip and continued to stare into my eyes.

"Bill please!" one of the guests called out.

"I... should probably get that."

"You should." I smirked and watched as she nearly tripped while walking over to the table. I couldn't help but look back at her, and coincidently; she did the same. Her face turned red as she turned back into the direction that she was going into.

"That's Andrea. One of our many, very beautiful waitresses. My daughter." The bartender said, leaning over. "You want to leave your number here for her? I wouldn't mind passing it on. You seem like a decent enough man for my daughter."