All I Want is that Hood Love 3 (2 page)

             
“He’s in love with you Taysia. One thing about Mega, whenever he wants something he does whatever it takes to get it. Ni, I don’t care about you being with my grandson but you can’t be with two people at one time Taysia, you just can’t. All hell is gonna break loose when shit hits the fan. You watch what I tell ya now. All I can tell you is follow yo’ heart suga.”

             
This was all I could think about when Mega barged through the door of my delivery room.

             
Mrs. Mildred had predicted the future when she told me this shit a while ago, and I should have listened to her. I damn sho’ should have listened to the part about following my heart. If I had done that from the beginning, then I wouldn’t even be in this predicament right now. Before I could say anything to Mega, JaMel put my leg down and walked over towards him angrily.

              “WAIT A MINUTE BRUH! I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, BUT YOU CAN’T BE IN HERE RIGHT NOW, MY WIFE’S IN LABOR! YOU GOTTA LEAVE!”

              He said that shit so aggressively that I just knew World War III was about to take off up in this bitch.

              JaMel was infuriated about Mega walking in the delivery room while my legs were cocked, spread open, exposing my most valuable possession. A possession in which he felt like belonged to him, and technically, since we were married, it did belong to him.

              “You want me to leave Ms. Lady? Huh?” Mega rubbed his tongue across his lips smoothly.

              Why in the fuck did he have to do that while making that statement? I hate when he did shit like that! Okay, let me stop lying. However, this was only proof that I was still feeling this man something serious. Jamel looked back at me awaiting my response, and I just broke down and cried. The expression on his face was unexplainable, but it confirmed that he now knew that Mega was my lover and possibly my son’s father.

              The veins in Jamel’s arms looked as if they were going to burst through his skin as I watched him clinch his fists, and with one quick gesture, he swung and caught Mega on the left side of his face. I ain’t gone lie. Jamel had a mean right hook. Unfortunately, it wasn’t powerful enough to knock Mega down. In fact, that nigga didn’t even stumble. I was in awe. He just stood there and rubbed the side of his face where he had been hit.

              “OH MY GOD. JAMEL, WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” I screamed at him, and then looked to Mega to see if he was okay.

              That blow to his face must’ve hurt a lil’ bit because he squinted up his face and he rubbed his jaw. It’s not that I was trying to come to Mega’s defense or anything, but I didn’t need all of that bullshit going on right now. I mean who would? Did they fall and bump their damn heads today? Because they had obviously forgotten or just didn’t care where the fuck we were, and what was going on. Did they not give a damn that I was about to deliver my baby? Apparently so, because the next couple of minutes lasted for what seemed to be forever.

              The calmness in Mega scared the life out of me, because I knew that wasn’t him at all. I had witnessed that nigga in action before firsthand, and just as I expected, he delivered a quick but stiff two-piece combo to JaMel’s face, followed by a solid blow to his stomach, causing Jamel to slouch over in pain, while holding his stomach. I heard Dr. Smurda telling the nurses to go and get security, but through it all Dr. Smurda kept his composure the entire time. I began screaming at both of them, because right now I felt like they both were in the wrong.

              Mega waited for Jamel to regroup and started delivering blows to his face and body, left and right continuously. Jamel was trying his best to stand toe to toe with Mega, but the shit just wasn’t working. Somehow, they finally locked up with one another and were tussling all over my delivery room, knocking shit over. They had even come close to bumping into my bed. Mega finally quit playing around and picked Jamel up with their arms locked on one another, and slammed him hard as fuck on the hospital floor.

              “AHHHHH!!!”Jamel yelled out in pain as he grabbed his back.               Mega showed no mercy and began stomping him out viciously. Visions of the incident that happed in Miami flashed before me. That was the first time I had ever seen Mega act that way. He was doing Jamel exactly how he had did that guy at the club down in Miami that night.

              “MEGA, STOP PLEASE! JUST STOP BEFORE YOU KILL HIM!” I begged and screamed until my lungs hurt, but my cries went unheard.

              Mega ignored my cries, allowing them to go in one ear and out of the other, and there was nothing that I could do about it. This nigga was a muthafuckin’ maniac for real! Everything that I had heard about him was true. Despite me feeling sorry for Jamel, getting his ass beat right before my eyes just didn’t sit well with me at all. The worst thing a nigga can do is get his ass beat in front of his woman.

              Three security guards came rushing in with my nurses right behind them. It took all three of them to grab Mega and place him against the wall. Once they put his hands behind his back and slapped the handcuffs on him, the other one grabbed Mel off the floor and followed the same procedure. That was when I realized that the hospital security guards weren’t just
security guards
, they were certified police officers from the Albany Police department.

              Jamel and Mega were both placed against the wall, side by side in handcuffs.

              “NIGGA, YOU WAS FUCKING MY MUTHAFUCKIN’ WIFE?” Jamel asked as if he needed more clarification of what had just taken place.

              “NIGGA, I’M IN LOVE WITH YO’ WIFE!” Mega told him without a care in the world.

              I couldn’t take to hear any more of their feud. My heart was aching for Jamel because I had lead him on for my own selfish reasons, knowing deep down inside I didn’t want to be with him anymore, and it ached for Mega because in all honesty, I was in love with him too. The officer grabbed Jamel and took him out of the room first. I used this as an opportunity to say something to Mega that was justifiable to the situation at hand.

              “Mega…” I called his name in a low tone and he turned his head towards me. He could still see the tears falling down my face, and I could see the hurt in his. He frowned as if he didn’t know what the fuck I was crying for.

              “I’m sorr-”

              “BITCH, FUCK YOU!” he spat at me and turned his head the other way.               “AYO, HURRY THE FUCK UP AND TAKE ME DOWN TO THE COUNTY!” he yelled at the officer.

              Mega had never talked to me that way, and it tore me apart hearing him say those agonizing words to me. I begin to cry harder, and the tears came pouring out.             

              “Mrs. Taylor, I need for you to just calm down and focus on you and the baby right now. The head is crowning, thanks to all that screaming and yelling you were doing a few moments ago. I really don’t need you or the baby under any stress right now,” Dr. Smurda informed me.

              Talk about being professional. He was acting as if this wasn’t the first time he had been in a situation like this, and shit like this happened all the time.

              Y’all, I swear this was the most implausible condition that could ever take place. I mean really. What are the odds of some shit like this happening? Not just to me, but to anybody. My throat was sore as fuck from all of the hollering and screaming that I had done, but my heart was in the most pain.

*****

              About thirty minutes later, I gave birth to the most handsome prince ever. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I was crying tears of joy. Soon as the doctor placed him in my arms, it was love at first sight and my heart smiled. Gazing at my son, there was no doubt in my mind who his biological father was. He had one dimple in his left cheek. His eyebrows were pretty thick for a newborn, and bore the shape of a crescent moon. He had a head full of curly hair that I couldn’t wait to massage baby oil through when we got home. Hell, all that he was missing was a bunch of tattoos. I named him De’Carlos Taylor. It looked as if Mega had spit him out. He was the spitting image of his father.

              Never had I imagined giving birth to my first born all alone, so I guess this was Karma’s way of getting her revenge on me for making Jamel leave MeMe alone at the hospital to give birth on her own that day, even though I eventually found out that Jamelia didn’t belong to him biologically. I had become so attached to my son within a matter of moments that I wasn’t ready for the nurses to take him down to the nursery, but I knew that he had to go and get cleaned up.

              Once he was out of the room, I used this time to analyze my life. Here I was twenty-five years old, married, with another man’s child, and confused more than a kid at Toys R Us. This shit just wasn’t right! It was time for me to put my big girl panties on, quit being petty and get my shit together before it was too late. All of the back and forth shit between Mega and I was about to come to an end. There was no way that Jamel and I could go on after this, so I was willing to accept what was done, sweep this shit up under the rug, and move on with my life.

              Finally, I was ready to give my mom a chance to be just that, my mom. She had given me life so there was no way possible that I could keep treating her as if she didn’t exist, despite how I was treated growing up, or the fact that she was indeed strung out on drugs.

              I thought about Mega and how his final words tore through my flesh, and I just couldn’t take it. I had hurt him something serious and that was something that I had never intended to do. Unfortunately, the situation that I was in led me to it. Regardless of how he felt about me at the moment that would not change the fact that we now have a child together. As soon as they release me tomorrow, I’m going to invite him over so that we can make this shit right and of course, so that he could meet our son.

              My thoughts were interrupted by Kira busting through the door with my mom right behind her. Kira pretty much knew what had gone down but I already knew that she wanted me to elaborate, and I really didn’t want to.

             
“Taysia, are you okay? What the hell happened back here? I was on the phone with Rock when I saw Mega and Jamel coming from back here in handcuffs! I tried to stop that crazy ass nigga, as soon as I saw him step foot off the elevator!” She shook her head in disbelief.

              “Girl, I don’t even wanna talk about it right now. All I want to do is just enjoy this moment.”

              She could tell that I was on the verge of breaking down once again so she just let it be. My mom wasn’t saying too much of anything and the vibe that I was getting from her, I wasn’t feeling at all.             

              “Well hey ma,” I spoke to her to spark some type of conversation with her.

              “Hey Taysia,” was all she said.

              I could tell that something was bothering her, but right now was not the time for me to be worrying about other people’s problems after what emerged today. I had too much shit going on at the moment. The nurse came back inside with my son swaddled in her arms and Kira immediately snatched him from her. She was excited. The reaction that I got from my mom wasn’t one that I expected. Instead of welcoming her grandson with open arms, like a normal grandmother would, she excused herself from the room and didn’t return.

              Kira kept rubbing it in my face about how much my baby looked like Mega and I couldn’t argue with that. He didn’t have any of my features at all, and now I was really starting to hate myself for being the cause of him missing his firstborn’s birth, but I honestly didn’t know. The reason I went with Jamel is because for one he’s my husband. Two, I thought that maybe it would keep down any more confusion, but now I see that I had only made shit worse than what it already was. Kira stayed with the baby and me at the hospital for a few hours and then she left.               When I was released from the hospital the next day, I don’t know why I was expecting to see Mega waiting out front in one of his cars to pick me and our son up from the hospital. I thought that maybe he would’ve cooled down by now. Instead, I was wheeled out in a wheelchair with a baby in my arms, looking straight stupid and lonely. Hell, Jamel wasn’t even there, and I couldn’t blame him.

              I was just about to grab my phone to call Kira when a mountain grey Mercedes Benz CLA250 pulled up in front of me. That bitch was bad too! When the passenger window came rolling down I couldn’t help but laugh!
Look at this bitch!

              “Well damn sis, you just gonna sit there or are you gone hop in!” MeMe said as she put the car in park and got out to assist me and the baby. MeMe was the last person that I was expecting to see, but I was glad that she had come to my rescue. Even though there had been quite a detachment between the two of us lately, I actually missed the bond that we once shared before all of this chaos came about. She grabbed De’Carlos out of my arms and immediately fell in love with him.

              “Oh my God Tay, he is too damn handsome! You and my brother did that!” she laughed, referring to how Mega and I had created a handsome little boy. I chuckled.

              “Girl you are crazy! Where is Jamelia?” I asked her as she placed him back in my arms, so that she could put the car seat in the back seat of her car. I watched her as she locked the car seat in.