Back Thugs: Seven
Chapters (43)
  1. WAHIDA CLARK PRESENTS:
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Wahida Clark on Mental and Behavioral Health

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Her hands were on her hips and her head was cocked to the side.

“Sitting on the couch. I am allowed to sit, right? You want me to get bed sores?”

“Girl, you only been on bed rest for a day. Two tops. How in the hell are you going to get bedsores?”

“I’m good, Auntie. Just waiting on Trae and the boys.”

Reluctantly, she turned around and disappeared. I sat there for almost an hour getting more restless by the minute. Just when I grabbed my phone to call Kay, I heard the key turning the lock.

The front door opened, and my boys came in first, followed by their father. That was the most beautiful sight in the world. My little men and my Big Daddy were home.

TRAE

I was still mad, but I enjoyed seeing how the boys doted all over Tasha who was propped up on the living room sofa. “Ma! Dad took us to the park,” they said as they rained kisses all over her face.

“Did y’all eat?” she asked. I could hear the suspicion in her voice. None of the boys responded. “Um hmmm. I know your dad let y’all eat junk food. You don’t have to tell on him.”

Seeing my boys with Tasha made me realize how much they loved their mother. Hell, I was madly in love with her, and our marriage was worth trying to save. I was really trippin’. After I seriously thought about it, I felt stupid. How in the fuck can I let a dead man ruin everything I’ve built? My wife and children are here with me, my baby girl is on the way, and I am free. Fuck is wrong with me? I should be fighting for my marriage.

Tasha kissed the boys all over their dirty faces. “I missed y’all. But y’all are all so dirty and smelly. Ewwww!”

The boys thought that was so funny. “We been with Daddy at the park, Ma,” Caliph reminded her.

“We raced on fast bikes and shot some hoops!” Kareem bragged.

“You did?” Tasha sounded happy and amused.

“We had so much fun!” Shaheem added. “Ma, I’m glad my dad is back and he’s glad to be back, right Dad?”

“Me too, baby,” she said.

“Me too!” Kareem and Caliph chimed in.

Looking over their heads, Tasha smiled gratefully at me. “Time to take your baths, guys. It is way past your bedtime.”

After I made sure the boys were down, I made my way to our bedroom where Tasha was. We both were quiet, as if we didn’t know what to say to each other.

Tasha spoke up first. “Bae, that bitch Mari called here. She wants to start shit between us, and I’m not going to let her.”