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Authors: Shareef Jaudon

TYCE 3 (3 page)

“You know I gotta break her in.” I smiled setting the keys on the counter. “You mind throwin’ a few more slices in that grease? You got the whole house smellin’ good as hell. Aint nothin’ like a fried bologna sandwich at midnight to put you to sleep.”

Angelique reopened the plastic package of lunch meat. “No problem babe. Oh, did you remember to get what I asked for?”

I pulled out the thick glass jar from the shopping bag. “Yes I got your pickles and a pint of Blue Bunny chocolate ice cream.”

Angelique winked at me. “That’s why I love you. You always satisfy my cravings. You want some?”

“Naw baby girl. That nasty combo is all you.” I shook my head as I sat down at the table.

“You don’t know what you're missin’! Pickles and chocolate ice cream is the
business
!”

“I’ll take your word for it. You might wanna brush your teeth when you’re done eating, cuz bologna and pickles don’t exactly smell like potpourri.” I pointed my finger teasingly at her.

She placed the slices of meat in the pan and turned around laughing. Her ponytail shook slightly as her head bobbed from a sudden case of the giggles.

“And I’ll slob you down with my pickle and bologna breath and you’ll
love
 
every second of it.”

“Girl, you crazy retarded.” I smiled at my sexy pregnant girlfriend.

 
 
 
 
 
The popping grease snagged her attention and she returned her focus to the hot frying pan. I watched her turn the bubble shaped meat over and noticed her protruding belly brushing against the front of the stove. I’d never been around a pregnant woman before, but I had heard horror stories about the experience. All in all, the past several months hadn’t been that bad. My girlfriend was still fun to be around and I was still highly attracted to her. Angelique still had that sexy wit that turned me on, but what did change was the fact that now I was certain that I was deeply in love with her. I’m talking center of the earth deep. I’d murder a dead tree for her.

 

Somehow the term “girlfriend” no longer seemed to apply. It just seemed too small a title for a woman that I loved so much.

Four O’clock In The Morning

 

 
 
 
 
 
My cell phone came to life on the night stand next to the bed. I was a little irritated cuz I was in the middle of an erotic dream. Me and Angelique were fucking on a beach. I could see her sand covered thighs spreading apart inviting me in…and then before I could accept the invitation…the fucking phone rang!

Angelique’s body didn’t move when I reached for the phone. We went to bed two hours earlier and she was fast asleep. Who the hell could be calling and what the hell did they want?

“Who is this?” I answered gruffly.

I heard soft music playing in the background, but no one spoke.

“Who is this?” I repeated.

Still no one answered back. I looked at the number on the screen and didn’t recognize it. I abruptly hung up the phone and tried to return to my dream. I decided that someone must have butt dialed me on accident. Several minutes later I was just about to drift off to sleep when the phone rang again. Against my better judgment I answered it quickly so it wouldn’t wake up Angelique.

“Who the fuck is this!?” I whispered angrily.

A soft female voice flowed into my ear. “It’s me.”

The familiar voice of Dallas caused my bubbling anger to simmer down a bit. It had been more than a few months since she’d stopped calling. Dallas leaving the relationship quietly didn’t last for long. She started blowing up my phone about a month later asking me to forgive her.

“Why are you callin’ me? Is somethin’ wrong?”

“Yes somethin’ is wrong. You and I are wrong, and I want the chance to fix
us
. Tyce everybody makes mistakes. That don’t mean you jus’ cut them outta ya life. I wrote you letters and left you a gang of messages saying how sorry I am for everything that happened. Tyce I’m sorry. I’m
soooo
sorry. Can’t we jus’ talk. I mean jus’ sit down and
really
talk?”

I sighed heavily sinking the back of my head further into the over sized pillow.

“I can’t do that. I…” She cut me off.

“Why! Why can’t you? Is it because that fat ass bitch layin’ next to you don’t fuckin’ like me!? The Tyce I know makes his own mind up. The man I love would never let a bitch run him!”

Angelique’s eyes popped open and her head turned to the side as she looked at me in the dark.

“Who is that?” She whispered to me.

I shook my head back and forth making an irritated face. I was just about to answer her question when she also cut me off.

“Is that Dallas?” She raised her head slightly off the pillow. “Is that her?”

I attempted to ease the situation, “Look ma. I already said what I had to say when I put you out. This aint no baseball game. You only get one strike with me not three. I know nobody is perfect and I’m willing to forgive fouls and fuckups, but I don’t look past life changing lies.”

Dallas huffed. “There was more to it than that and you know it. In my mind I was lookin’ out for you. Yeah I lied, but don’t you see that?”

Angelique sat up in the bed, “Let me talk to the bitch! She got the fuckin’ balls to call my man at fuckin’ four in the mornin’. Oh hell naw! Give me the muthafuckin phone!”

Dallas sucked her teeth when she heard Angelique’s voice in the background.

“I didn’t call to talk to that heffa. I called to let you know that it aint over between you and me. I still love you and I’m not givin’ up that easy. I know you still love me and miss me. I’m the same woman you fell in love with and one day you will see that. Jus’ so you know, I’ll be havin’ lunch at the same Chinese food restaurant we went to that night. I’ll be there Saturday at noon. Sorry I woke you up,
but
love can’t tell time…goodnight.”

“Gimme the phone!” Angelique held her hand out.

“Calm down. She hung up already.”

“Well what did she say?!”

“She said how sorry she was. It was the same old lines, jus’ a different day. Let’s jus’ go back to sleep.”

Angelique stared at me in the blackness of our bedroom. I could see anger flash in her eyes like lightning. She repositioned herself so that her round stomach was facing me.

“I’ma handle that anti intelligent ass bitch. She wanted to call you when she knew I’d be with you. Me and this baby will skull drag that hoe down the street and give her a curbside ass whoopin’ in broad daylight! I’ll karate chop that bitch in the throat and make her ass swallow her tongue!”

I had to laugh at those crazy ass threats of bodily harm. However, I knew she wasn’t lying about any of it. The fact was Angelique would do all that and more to Dallas if she ever got the chance.

“I think you’ve been watchin’ too many Wesley Snipes movies.” I teased her.

“I’m serious Tyce. She messin’ with the wrong woman.”

 
 
 
 
 
After a few more minutes of violent venting, we finally laid back down. Unlike many women that had similar situations happen to them, Angelique never once accused me of anything sneaky or shady. She knew I had no reason to lie to her about having any contact with Dallas. I hadn’t seen her since she left the house months ago. What so many niggas don’t understand is how not to look suspicious. If I would have snuck out the bed to talk to Dallas in another room, and Angelique walked in and caught me whispering in the dark it would have looked like I was hiding something. Unless you’re planning a surprise party you should be able to have a phone conversation with a woman in front of your girlfriend. I wasn’t the type of nigga that would change my number just to stop a chic from calling me. Shit, that was
my
number, why should I make everyone else use a new number because of one person?

 
 
 
 
 
I placed my arm under my woman’s stomach and held her close to me. I knew she was uneasy, so I offered my body and gentle touch to comfort her.

 

Although I was physically there with Angelique, I had to admit that my mind was on Dallas as I drifted off to sleep.

Check This Out

 

“Tyce this is too much! I can’t accept this.”

Gloria shook her small head as she handed me back the check I’d just given her. We were standing in the driveway of her home. The warm gentle breeze made her eyes blink a little as she looked up at me. A blue leather head band swept the hair away from her face.

“Jus’ take it mom. I want you to have it. If it means anything I gave Pamela the exact same amount and I had to force her to take it too.”

“Baby, what am I gonna do with two hundred and fifty thousand dollars?”

I smiled at her, “Buy some fun, excitement, joy and maybe purchase a lil peace of mind with a side of relaxation for a change.”

That made her full lips part into a smile. She smoothed her hands over her hair and sighed. We both turned our heads when we saw her neighbor come outside with a pair of garden shears in her hands.

“Hey Glo. How you doin’ suga?” The lively woman addressed my mother.

“I’m doin’ fine Ms. Rose. how ‘bout yourself?”

The pleasant woman was in the sunset of her 60’s but she still looked good. Big brown sunglasses hid most of her face but I could tell she was a looker in her heyday.

“The lord done blessed me to wake up this beautiful mornin’ so I’m fine as wine in the summertime. Who is this handsome young man here Glo?” Ms. Rose leaned on the top of her fence.

“I’m sorry I didn’t introduce you, Ms. Rose this is my son Tyce. Tyce this is Ms. Rose.”

I crossed the driveway and shook her hand. “Very nice to meet you Ms. Rose.”

“You too suga. Is that your Mercedes parked out front right there?” She pointed with the shears.

I turned around and looked at my car parked in front of Gloria’s house.

“Yes ma

am.”

“You aint one of them crack dealers are you?” She pointed with the shears again but this time they were pointed at me.

“No ma’am. I don’t sell drugs.”

“Good, cuz the only thing come outta that is the penitentiary, or the grave yard. Last time I checked those two destinations were not popular places to visit.” Her red flower dress rustled in the light wind.

“Yes ma

am, I agree with you.”

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