The Nine

Chapter 9: Tyson

"Better than the life I lived/ When I thought that I was gonna go crazy/
And now my grandmomma/ Ain't the only girl callin me baby!/ If you feelin me now/ Then put yo' hands up in the sky, and let me hear you say/
Heyy, heyy, ooooh I'm GOOD!" The radio blasted as I cruised down the highway. I bobbed my head to Kanye as his joint went off the radio and another of his popped up in its place. Normally I ain't give that nigga a second glance - he was more Dillon's speed - but "Good Life" was the anthem of the day.

Usually I hated Sundays, but this one was definitely in a class of its own. Me and Destiny had been on some chill shit since yesterday when I proved her mean ass wrong. Her duck ass friends had got to stop gossiping about a nigga, cause I'd just prove they ass wrong again and again.

I went over every Sunday to help Destiny clean her mom's crib; her mama was a complete bitch about that. The only way Destiny could stay with her while she was expecting was if she was on some Cinderella shit, doing all types of chores with a seven month old child inside her. After all the bull I put her through these past few months, I figure the least I could do is help her out with her chores every week.

Her big, pale blue house was located a little ways off Magazine Street. Walking up to the door, I heard the sound of the vacuum cleaning carpet. I knocked twice and the door eased open.

DeDe stood before me in a dingy green tank and blue sweatpants. Her box braids were tied in a ponytail and her beautiful chocolate face formed an easy smile when she saw me. I smiled back at her. Damn, she was gorgeous. Not only that, she was mine. The mother of my child. The brightest part of my day. I had actually dropped all my hoes last night, deleted their numbers and everything. Going to the clinic with Destiny flew my eyes wide open.

I only wanted her.

I stepped inside, gave her a bag of McDonald's fries and a peck on the cheek, and took the vacuum from her hands. We weren't at the point of even mouth kisses yet, and probably wouldn't be for some time unless I could finesse me one - you know how many times I had cheated on her? I was happy with anything I could get, whether it be a hug or an eye wink, shit, something. I'm completely devoted to her, a changed man.

"Oh, I see you got ya girl her favorite snack." She opened the bag with a big, stupid, cheesy ass smile and ate a handful. "You're looking very..."

"Handsome? Sexy? Dapper? Yeah, I know." I smiled at her. She rolled her eyes and smiled back.

"Boy, spell dapper."

"Mane I ain't Merriam or Webster, I ain't gotta spell shit. How much time we got til Cruella gets back from church?"

"Eh, maybe an hour and a half."

"What mama got on your chore list today, youngin?" I teased.

"The usual. Sweep, dust, vacuum, clean counters, take out trash, dishes, make up beds; you know, the works."

I kissed my teeth. "And how much of that you did already?"

"I did the counters and the trash, dusted, swept, and was halfway done vacuuming when you came and saved me." She smiled lightly. Damn, her face was twice as beautiful when she smiled.

"Call me Captain Save-A-Hoe," I joked, which got me a smack on the chest. "Or Superman, if that don't get a nigga beat up."

"Yeah yeah, just get to work, slave. Imma be eating my fries if you need me." She walked over to the couch and I smacked her on the ass. She gave me a reproachful glance that I easily laughed off.

Destiny had already done the brunt of the work, really. I had maybe an hour's worth of chores to do for her. I took out trash after she finished her food, folded up the towels, and she had to help me with the dishes. A nigga ain't fuck with no dirty ass dishes.

"Alright, now wash your hands so you can be free of dish germs, you big ass baby," Destiny teased as I put up the last bowl and scratched one more chore off my mental list.

"Ah, shut up and help me put these sheets back on your bed." I said. I washed up, got the sheets and took them back to her cramped bedroom, she following close behind me. I took one end of the white sheet and she took the other as we spread it over the twin bed. She bent over to tuck one end of it under the mattress and my dick rose a bit. Girl had a big, tight ass booty. I walked up behind her and she turned around. I smirked; that was just what I wanted her to do.

I took her by surprise as I eased her body down on the bed and laid cautiously over her. She looked in my eyes and I looked back into hers. At the moment, her eyes were wide, dark brown, submissive, and full of questions.

"What are you doing?" She asked me softly, my face a mere inch from hers.

"I just wanted to letchu know that," I whispered back, leaning in closer so that my lips were brushing against hers with every word I said. My hands caressed her belly, feeling the life forming inside of her. Our life forming inside of her, "despite all the shit I put you through in the past, I've always been about you, and imma always be about you."

"Don't lie to me now," she pleaded softly. "I've had it up to here with the lies."

I realized right then that I could never lie to her again; I ain't have it in me to keep up my old lifestyle. I had a kid on the way, and I simply couldn't make time for no hoes like I used to. A nigga was this close to taking off with this music business. I couldn't be out risking catching diseases and shit while she was sitting here at her mom's place thinking about me. I couldn't give her friends any more ammunition to use against me. I had to grow up some.

"I could never lie to you," I confessed finally while I looked over her, admiring her face and frame.

She closed her eyes as she slowly allowed me access to her lips. Eagerly, I leaned in and our lips met. Hers were soft and pillowy. Damn, had I missed them sorely.

She chuckled and withdrew from me some. "Your lips are chapped as hell, Ty."

"Fuck you," I retorted as I pulled her into a couple more breathtaking kisses.

For the first time in a long time, me and my girl was doing okay. This was the best Sunday morning I might've ever had. It was truly perfect. Nothing could spoil this moment.

"Oh hell naw!" Destiny's mama's shrill voice rang out as she unlocked the door and stepped inside the living room. "DeDe, where you at?! You and that baby daddy of yours better not be upstairs doing something y'all ain't got no business! Get back down here and finish cleaning my damn house!"

I looked down into her eyes, smiling as she let an exasperated 'damn' escape her lips. I eased off of her and helped her up off the bed.

"Coming!" We called in unison, and made our way out of her bedroom.

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Yeah, Tyson is truly trying to step up and be a man now. He had lied to Wallace and Cayman in chapter 7, in case that was on your mind.

Keep sharing the story with your friends and whatnot, Happy Thanksgiving!