Holy Angel

70. His Voices

Marcus/Mason

He was currently walking up the stairs to a sleeping Mela when a light knock on the front door stopped him mid-way. Wondering who it could be, Marcus turned towards the door and opened it without looking through the peephole.

"Oo. Chile I know you and my great grand baby are not sleeping." She said shakily as she pushed passed him into the house.

Marcus squinted because he was tired of her family pushing him. He thought southern folks had the most superb mannerism, but since meeting her family he hasn't seen not a lick of it.

He closed the door and locked it after her. He turned in his heels to see her standing in the living room with her purse in her hand.

"What are you doing here so early in the morning?" Marcus asked her. It was damn near eight in the morning and she was here.

"Where is Miya?" She looked at him.

"She's up stairs still sleep, something I was about to do." He tried not to be rude, but he hadn't got a lick of sleep since their session that just ended about two hours ago, and now that he has finally gotten tired her great granny wanted to show up.

"When she wakes up tell her to come downstairs so I can talk to her. Until then, I'm going to start cooking and maybe clean up a little." She dropped her purse on the chair behind her and looked around the house.

Marcus looked around confused. He didn't see anything that was dirty in the house, they barely stayed in the house, but he wasn't going to debate her because he know those old heads can see the imaginary dirt that younger people can't see.

"Yes ma'am. Please don't hurt yourself." Marcus walked off from her.

"Boy, do you know who you're talking too? Gone on ahead and sleep the sex off and wash up. The smell of sweat is strong as if y'all just wrapped it up."

Marcus couldn't hold in his laugh and burst out laughing as he made his way up the stairs.

"Give me some great great grands now." She called after him.

"Trust me, you'll have some grand kids by the end of this year, or early or mid year of next year." Marcus yelled to her as he walked back up stairs into the bedroom. He closed the door behind him and quietly walked to his side of the bed and slipped under the covers. As he rested his head on the pillow he looked over at Mela and jumped. She was up staring at him and he didn't expect it.

"Why is my great granny here?" Her voice was low as if she was fighting to stay up.

"How did you know she was here?" Marcus arched his brow.

"I'm not deaf baby." Mela laughed a little.

"She wants to talk to you, but after you wake up and shower. She said she could smell the sex coming off of me." Marcus chuckled as he rolled on his side to look at her.

"She's funny." Mela giggled as her eyes slowly started to close. "Is she cooking?"

"Mhm." Marcus nodded his head as he felt his eyes grow heavy.

"Great. That lady can cook her ass off too." She mumbled.

"She be putting her feet in that thing init?" He also mumbled but chuckled from the joke causing her to giggle.

"Hell yeah. Toe nail with the little bunion and all." She added on causing them both to burst out laughing.

"Man, I'm not fucking with you." Marcus mumbled as he closed his eyes and placed his head on her pillow.