The continuation ...
You might have millions, but I’m your new momma
Jonathan went back to Gabby house and let himself in, he went upstairs with his duffle bag in tow looking for Gabby, and no one was home…so he thought. He took a shower, and while doing so he rehashed the events that just transpired; he couldn’t believe that he was a millionaire, and couldn’t tell anyone where he got the money, let alone that he was a millionaire! Shit, if people found out he had money he’d find so many mother fucking new, and old relatives that need shit that it wouldn’t be funny. He lathered his face, and head; he really liked to get a good lather going when he is in the shower. Then he felt the most eerie feeling of someone watching him, someone was standing very close to the shower door, which was clear glass. He hurried and got the lather off his face, he tried to look too fast, and the soap ran into his eyes. Shit! Who the fuck is in this house?
Jonathan got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist; he was still wet up top, and on his legs, but he didn’t give a damn because someone was just in the same bathroom with him, and he wanted to know who the fuck it was. He left the bedroom and heard someone in the kitchen, and he hauled ass downstairs, almost slipping down the stairs. He entered the kitchen to find this woman, a little light-skinned woman with curly hair, and a very nice body to be an older woman. Jonathan approached her to begin the “Who the fuck” interview and without turning around nor giving him the opportunity for his twenty question battery, she said, “So you’re Jonathan, I heard so much about you, just not enough details to suit me, so I had to come myself to find out”. Jonathan stood there dripping and then because he was under pressure, he sweated also which added to his present image, chest poking out heaving because of the incident itself, bulging muscles in his arms and legs, and bald head, which accompanied a Goatee around those lips of his. The woman began again, still not looking at him while peeling an orange in the kitchen sink.
She said, “First I’d understand that this is only an arrangement, a temporary situation for you both, something just to suffice the moment. Gabby told me this” she then turned to face Jonathan for the first time, and then dropped the piece of orange in the sink, because she wasn’t ready for what she saw. She recovered quickly and tried to act as if nothing happened. However, Jonathan knew that the picture standing in front of her startled her. The damage was done and he knew it was her in the bathroom. She backed herself up to the kitchen counter, and then pulled herself up backwards so that she sat on the counter. She took in Jonathan some more, and she slid a piece of orange into her mouth, then said, “So with the understanding from Gabby that she ain’t going to put no more into this relationship that she gets out of it, like she did with the first idiot that she married.
She did everything for his ass and he didn’t deserve it, I tried to tell her. Nevertheless, she says whatever she gets out of this she gets it, so with no further ado may I say on behalf of the rest of my bunch, “Welcome to the family…temporarily” Jonathan said, “Gabby, told you all of this?” Yes, oh and by the way I am Diane, her mother. She didn’t tell me that you get so slippery looking; Jonathan said, “Excuse me?” She asked, “Did your mother go to college?” Jonathan replied, “No, she didn’t”. “What about her mother”, added Diane? “No, neither did my grandfather”, replied Jonathan.
She said, “Figures, I knew she had something against me. Why is it she always trying to be defiant? She did that shit when she was in high school. Ever since she heard that I was fucking around on her Dad, with his cheating ass; we haven’t been close”. She went on talking as if Jonathan wasn’t even in the room. Then she slid her fine old ass down off the counter, her small skirt revealed a small triangle of silky white panty; she didn’t care because she had something else on her mind. She walked towards Jonathan very slowly, and as she got to him, he realized that she came up to about abs high and to be exact, she wasn’t taller than five feet two. She got within two inches of Jonathan, stuck her finger out, wiped Jonathan sweat with her index finger, and stuck it in her mouth as if she tasted him. She made the sound “MMMMM” and continued walking in the living room. Jonathan thought, look at that ass, a god damn upside down heart, better yet a damn onion. Just one long look and tears run the fuck out of your eyes. Suddenly she stopped and looked back, she looked in his eyes and then to his dick, smiled and went upstairs to her room. Jonathan looked down, and his shit was waving in the wind, the towel was useless, she’d accomplished her objective. He was pissed that he allowed her to effect him that easily, especially by an older woman. Then he thought, fuck the old part, that was a sexy ass woman, and sensual to boot; I bet the old man is pussy whipped to death. Jonathan went upstairs, put on clothing, and left the house. All he could think about was that nice ass on that sexy old bitch!
Yeah that’s it; I’m just about there…aaaugh! Swallow it bitch like you used to, or I won’t let you have him. Now do him! “But Howard you said I only had to do you”, exclaimed Michaela. Aww Dee Dee you mean to tell me that you don’t like us together anymore? Hell, you got Howard and me in a tizzy now, because we haven’t decided who the boy looks more alike. Even though Howard’s name is on the birth certificate, I think that he looks more like me. After all when Howard wasn’t waxing that ass I was. I don’t really give a fuck! To tell you the truth, all I want is one final ride in that ass hole of yours, just for old times sake. Come on Howard, you get the bottom while I ride this bitch. Man she made a lot of money for us, why’d we ever let this bitch get away? She didn’t get away, it was either, leave the island or go to jail from now on…remember?
“Check ball mufucka! Yall ain’t going to just do us any old kind of way out here”. “Man play ball, and quit crying, you bring your whining ass out here every week, and no matter whose team you get on, your ass bitches and moans. I think next week I’m gonna bring you a baby rattle, and a referee shirt”, said Jonathan. “Fuck you Jonathan”, injected Harold! “Fuck me, you lucky that we’re cool and shit, you little fucker, or I’d be whipping your yella ass, you fucking midget making sonuvabitch!” The rest of the fellas on the courts were rolling all over the floor in laughter. Big “E” looked over at Jonathan and asked, “Yo dawg, why you call him a midget maker?” “Cause all of his children are grown as hell and they all could ride on my big ass pit bull, all at the same damn time.
Little fuckers ain’t taller than my waist, oh let me take that back, he does have one that comes to my belt buckle, but that is because he has this huge ass water head. You know like tweety bird and shit, (more laughter erupts)”. Fuck that man, you ain’t gonna be talking about my kids, you can talk about me all you want, but don’t be putting my kids in this shit” said Harold. The fellas stopped his charge, and Jonathan and a few others were still laughing. “Man let’s play ball”, said another. “Are yall brothers or something? Yall do this shit every week; come on take it out, and what’s the score anyway”, said another?” laughter was everywhere, because they all knew, there wasn’t going to be any fighting going on.
Jonathan left the gym three hours later after having the usual beers and bullshit after the games. He said his good byes and drove off. Jonathan headed over to Michaela’s house to see how she was doing. Chris came running out of the house…Jonathan! Jonathan my brother is here! I got a brother! His name is Tony, come and meet him…come on. All right, all right; as they entered the house Snake and Michaela was sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette and talking like old buddies. They both looked up at the same time surprised to see Jonathan and simultaneously put their smokes out in the ashtray.
Michaela got up, walked to the door, and gave Jonathan a hug, but she knew that he didn’t care for the smoke; she apologized, and went up and took a quick shower. Snake what’s up man, what brings you to the neighborhood! Oh, I just picked Michaela up from the airport, you didn’t know. “No, for what”, asked Jonathan? “Yeah man, I thought what she did was awful brave of her; when have you known of a white woman going to the hood of Arkansas, and taking anything out of it. Let alone her child back from a life where he was doomed to fail. Man that is my kind of woman”, said Snake! So she called you to pick her up. “Yeah she did”, said Snake. Snake noticed that he’d upset something inside of Jonathan, that something he may be able to use later on, he hated the fact that he couldn’t have Michaela. That his plan to have her to himself backfired and failed miserably, he tried to sabotage Jonathans and Michaela’s relationship the entire time. He felt that Michaela knowing that Jonathan marring Gabriella would tear them apart forever. However, he didn’t bank on the fact that she really fell for Jonathan along the way so deeply, that no one except them could come between them. She would sit on a bag full of hot coals in order to have him back.
Hello Snake. Hello Tony…Goodbye Lying Bitch!
Jonathan looked around, Chris was standing there with his two front teeth missing, and smiling saying here, he is. Jonathan said, “So young fella come here a second and let me introduce myself to you. You can call me Jonathan, I don’t like for children to call me by my first name, but because I want you to get used to my face, and I’ll be around for quite a minute or two; just call me Jonathan. So where are you from again? Tony was a whole six years old, two years older than Chris was, and tall and skinny. He had his mothers’ features; those pretty cat eyes, and then that pretty hair on top of his head, were an indication that the little girls, were going to fling themselves at him very easily. The fellas were going to want to fight him just because of that. He appeared quite timid, but Jonathan could sense a large bit of ghetto in the boy especially when he said…
I live in Arkansas with my daddy, but I was born here in Hawaii. Dee Dee came and got me two days ago, and now I can see my little brother again! Jonathan said, “That’s excellent, now who is this Dee Dee person, Michaela?” Tony said, "I don’t know who Michaela is, but my momma name is Dee Dee.
My daddy always called her that damn Dee Dee the whore! What’s a whore Mister?”
Jonathan started trippin and said, “Oh that’s a nice way of saying your momma was a very busy woman, she always had something to do, and somewhere to go, and she did a lot of it while lying on her back. Nothing to worry about, but don’t ever call a woman that, do you hear me? Now, was that her nickname?” No, I don’t know, you have to ask her…uh mister, who is nickname or what is it? Jonathan heard Michaela getting out of the shower, and decided to change the subject. Snake got up and said, “I’m out…check you later”. “Right”, said Jonathan. So how was home little Tony? Chris came over and jumped in Jonathans lap to show ownership. Tony said, “No Chris don’t do that, you see how big he is, he’ll hurt you”. Chris said, “Unh UN, he’s gonna be my daddy ain’t you Jonathan?” Tony said, “Stupid boy you already got a daddy, ain’t you seen him before? I’ve lived wid ‘em all my life!”
Chris said, “I am not stupid…Jonathan is my daddy, you got one, and now I got one too!” Michaela heard all of this and hurried on down stairs and said alright, alright enough of this daddy talk, hell I’m everybody’s daddy, so there now go on upstairs and you both take a shower”. They chimed in at the same time , “Together?” with Tony being the street smart, young and becoming thug replied, “I hope you ain’t a fag cause if you is I’m gonna pimp slap you! The moments you start staring at my Johnson, like my daddy always say…its taps for you”. Chris said, “What’s a fag? I ain’t no fag and I’m a pimp slap you too” Tony said, “No you ain’t either” (They ran on up stairs).
So you didn’t tell me that you were going to get the boy, I would’ve come with you. Nah, it was something that I had to do by myself and boy was it scary! “Really, I got a couple of hours to spare so tell me about it”, said Jonathan. Okay, but first let me make sure those two don’t hurt themselves or each other. Jonathan went in to the kitchen to see what she had to drink; nothing in the cupboard, okay one lousy beer. Probably mine anyway, all right let us see how stupid this bitch thinks I am. She came back down stairs and said, “So where do I start? I decided to go and get Tony when I woke up and dreamt that I saw him having sex with a girlfriend of mine. I didn’t want him acting like his father, so the last number that I had was a number of Tony’s grandmothers’ house; I called and asked her for advice. She said that any woman that allows her son to raise their child is stupid, and should be locked up, for child cruelty. She said her boy was an idiot, and that’s when I started my planning. She said that if I planned on coming to get my son, now would be a good time; hell anytime would be a good time she said”. Jonathan said “Go on, I’m listening”.
Well I got to the address that his mother gave me and rang the doorbell, Tony opened it, and I almost fainted. He jumped in my arms, and started crying, and I started crying too. Then his father came from out of the back and said, “Nah bitch it ain’t that simply, you haven’t paid me any child support for two years, and you owe me!” His mother came out of the other room and said, “You haven’t paid her anything either!” He said, “Well she ain’t getting my boy!”
“He was cursing me out and told me the only way I was getting Tony was over his dead body”. So I called the police on his ass, and I had a cab waiting the whole time, so while the cops were coming, I went and sat in the cab until they came. Did they come? “Hell yeah they came in about five minutes, it was as if they were waiting for me to give them something to do. Then when they saw that I was a white woman, they really showed out, they kicked in his mothers’ door, and were trying to arrest everyone in the house on kidnapping charges. If I hadn’t just said, “Look I just want my boy, that’s all that I want”, they’d have locked up the whole house. I got my child and went back to the hotel, we ate, and I dozed off I bit. I had let their grandmother know my room number at the hotel, and while we were asleep there was a knock at the door, and it scared me. I didn’t answer, but then I heard a key enter the lock and the door opened. It was the manager, and the police officer checking to see if we were okay; I was scared as hell!
The cop that checked on us was off work the next day, and he came, gave us a ride to the airport, and said, “If I ever need him again for any reason, anywhere in the world, just call him”. Wasn’t that decent of him, I’m gonna write his Captain, and let him know the service that the Arkansas Police department provided for me at my time of need. Jonathan said, “Yay police”, well that’s good at least you got back alright and unharmed. So why didn’t you call me to pick you up from the airport? This was a major move on your part; why don’t I take everyone to the beach, and we can barbecue a bit, and watch the sun set; this way everyone can get acquainted, and reacquainted. She never answered the airport question, and Jonathan didn’t pressure her either because of the ordeal.
“That sounds good, hurry up boys lets get ready to go to the beach”, yelled Michaela. Jonathan said, “I’ll go and get some ribs, chicken, charcoal and anything else we may need, I’ll be right back. Michaela caught Jonathans arm as he opened the door and kissed him; she said, “I love you for listening, and it’s great to have an adult around, that you want around. Tonight will be special if you stay late, this I promise you.”
Jonathan patted her on the ass and said, “I’ll hurry back”. Jonathan headed to the car, got, and said, “lying bitch! Now I know I can’t trust her ass, I know she’s lying. I should have fucked her up and called her Dee Dee, Nah that required planning, I’ll have to hit her ass hard with that and do it in a way that she can’t do anything but tell the damn truth for a change.