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Lamont leaned up on an elbow. “Vicki and I decided that the baby should call you daddy and me papa.”
As she dozed off, it occurred to Vicki that every time Jack submitted to her husband, his masculinity seemed even more tangible.
“All the women do is talk about Lamont’s ass.” Jack burst out laughing. “This cat got all the women swooning, even Cynthia,” Ronnie growled. “Shit ain’t funny Jack. Did you know yo’ sister thinks he’s a dreamboat?”
It seemed Ronnie couldn’t help it either, he started laughing too. He went on, “Miss Tina, Miss Venetta, and Miss Geraldine are all upset cause his ass is married. Shit, even my two old aunties is talkin’ about this cat.”
“I love you Jack, being with you makes me comfortable in my maleness. Our intimacy makes me secure in my need to submit to you. I know you don’t like the Mike situation, but you gotta understand I can’t live without you. Please don’t ever leave me.”
I was never going to leave you Mike, but I did think you were gonna leave me.”
Lamont chuckled to ease the tension. “I’m thankful my wife had only been intimate with me. If there had been a man before me… the opportunity for her to compare, she prolly would have made another choice. I’m clumsy in the pussy, but I’m sure-footed in loving her.”
“Imma bottom in bed only Mike, don’t start talkin’ to me crazy.”
“Shit Mike, I’m sorry for everything. I love you.” “Damn you Monte, I couldn’t have shared you.” “I know.”
Vicki smiled. “I wanted to ask you both if we could call him, Michael Lamont Witherspoon.” “What?” Monte breathed, his shock evident; he teared up. Jack laughed. “Mikey gon kill us all, but I do like it.”
Lamont looked him right in the eyes. “You understand that we’re a family, right? That me and Vicki don’t wanna be without you, right?” “I do… but–” “Ain’t no buts man. This is real and it’s happening; me and Vicki would marry you right now if we could.”
“Me and Lamont are also in love with Jack. We don’t rent a room from him, he is part of us.” Jack dropped his gaze, but he didn’t miss Pat turning to stare at him wide-eyed. After a moment he heard the younger woman whistle, then speak. “You’s a lucky trollop.”
There was more silence. Vicki continued, “Jack sleeps in this room with me and Monte. We won’t treat him different. It’s important that we feel safe in our home with the people we love.”
There was a round of laughter causing their son to open his eyes and look right at Michael who cooed. “Look at your little self. What’s his name, Monte? We all keep calling him the baby.” Lamont grinned. “His name is Michael Lamont Witherspoon.” “Damn you, man… damn you both.” Wrapping an arm around Michael’s shoulder, Lamont leaned in and kissed his cheek. Vicki leaned down, kissing his other cheek. Ms. Lily cried and Michael… well, he was moved.
“Jack, I speak for both Vicki and me when I say. You are our husband and the father of our son. Please know that we would both marry you this minute if the law would allow it. Vicki and I discussed divorcing, so you don’t feel left out… we don’t want that, but we will.” “I don’t want that either. I think we need to keep legal say over one another and the boy. Knowing you would both divorce for me matters more than doing it. I love you both and our son so much.” Jack was visibly shaken.
She cleared her throat. “Me and Monte wanted you to be part of our life. He and I stopped all intimacy until I conceived. This is your child, Jack.”
“I was going to do this anyway, but after these last few days…” Lamont sighed. “I don’t like my last name. Feels like I ain’t part of nothing–feels like I’m drifting. I want to change my name as well as Vicki and the children’s name to Jackson.” Tears rolled down Jack’s face when he whispered, “I would be honored to have my family share my name.”
Lamont was laid up in bed watching television with Vicki. His wife had delivered a baby girl three weeks earlier. Their husband named her Jacqueline Cynthia Jackson. Baby Girl was seven pounds even and born on March 31st. His mind revisited the past year and all he could do was smile.
He thought of Mike, who stopped by whenever he pleased to see the babies and have a beer. Monte would never cop to it, but he liked Alex.
