Pia nodded and looked around. “Yeah, my dad contacted everybody he knew. I don’t even know some of these people.”
“Twin just hatin’ ’cause his party was cut short, baby. Them twins said, ‘Fuck yo’ plans, daddy.’” Nel was on a roll, this time getting laughs from everyone.
He and Pia had already made their rounds to everyone on the lawn, assuring them that the party would start soon. We were the first stop, and forty-five minutes later, they were back in front of us. Now, we were all just standing around, getting sweaty. It was the middle of summer, so it was hot as fuck outside, but the bottled water I’d downed minutes before had done well enough to keep me hydrated. If Rio didn’t open the doors soon, I would be tempted to go sit in my truck for a minute to get some cool air.
“I’m gonna go talk to the girls,” Pia said, trying to excuse herself.
We’d been instructed to wear brown if we thought the baby was a girl, black for those predicting a boy, and white for those who were neutral. I was neutral about their baby’s gender, so I was in a white Louis Vuitton shirt and shorts set. I wasn’t normally a matching set type of nigga unless I was working out, but since I hadn’t been home, I had to go to Bayside Shops and get whatever I found. Luckily, my sales rep was in the store and brought this fit straight off the truck. On my feet were white Louis Vuitton Skate Sneakers, and although I had a full bottle of the Imagination at home, I told the sales rep to throw that in the bag too.
Pia was looking stunning in a brown dress that was long, tied around her neck, hugged her belly, and flared to the floor. She had some type of shimmer lotion on that had her glowing even more than the pregnancy did. Her signature hairstyle was always some type of ponytail, and today was no different. A heavy side bang and a long, Barbie-like ponytail that fell to the middle of her back completed her look. When the glam team called me this morning, I didn’t even answer because I knew they were asking if I needed to get Solana on their list since the other wives probably were. Once the call went to voicemail, I sent the trio a text asking them to pull up at my mama’s house to get her right. She’d hugged me the moment I got out of the car and was somewhere amongst the rest of the mature women. Of course, those expensive motherfuckers did a good job making my mother look even more beautiful than she already was.
Nel tightened his grip on Pia’s hand, stopping her from moving.
“Sprung ass.” Ezio cackled as we all either watched the two guests of honors or shook our heads at Nel’s foolish ass.
Ezio and his junior were in matching black Casa Blanca sets. Lil’ Ezee was getting too big and was spoiled as hell by everyone, especially Ezio’s mom. She had Lil’ Ezee now, holding him hostage somewhere with my mother.
“Nigga, don’t be mad at us cuz you can’t love on yo’ wife out loudcuz yous sceed of Masa.” Nel used his best slave voice, and that shit had us all laughing, including Ezio.
“Fuck outta here! That nigga ain’t my masa, nor do he regulate shit ’round here.”
Nel kissed his teeth. “Oh, yeah? Well, why yo’ money gettin’ low cuz you be too scared to tell Jisei no? You know if you say no, she going straight to the big dawg!”
“On foe ’nem! I ain’t never runnin’ out, nigga!” Ezio reached into his pocket, popped a rubber band from a wad of money, and began spreading straight blue faces between his ten fingers. He had his diamond grill in, and was sure to flex that, too, as he glared at Nel. “Mine can havewhateverthe fuck she like, no interference needed.”
He then smirked at Pia, who was still being held at Nel’s side, her eyes jumping from the other wives back to our crew, standing together.
“Aye, Pia… You got the latest Chanel collection?”
Pia looked to Ezio and smiled, placing her finger to her chin. “Hmm. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I do. You tricking?”
Ezio smiled right at Nel before saying, “Big trickin’! I’ll have it to your door ‘fore this nigga wakes up to shake the piss from his dick. Don’t act like you’n know whoyo’big homie is.” Ezio directed the second statement to Nel.
“Nigga, you think we turnin’ shit down? Hell nawl, we ain’t. And don’t be out here on that light-skinned shit, tryna show out. She better have the whole collection before the sun rises. Money flashing don’t impress us… It’s the spending that do. Ain’t it, bae?”
“Facts!” Pia was always backing Nel’s bullshit. It had been that way since we were kids.
“Shit, I can have it delivered tonight. How long this baby shower last?”
“It’s a gender reveal, hoe-ass nigga.”
“Same thang, bitch. But I got you,Pia baby.” Ezio winked after mimicking Nel’s voice, making Pia giggle.
She’d been hard as nails when she first popped back up. Between her father and Nel loving her and allowing her to rest in her womanhood, she’d turned into a version of herself that most women yearned for. And it hadn’t taken but a few months for it to happen.
“Aite now, clear-ass nigga. Pipe the fuck down, joe! You spendin’ now, but was cryin’ when it was time to pay for that Medieval Times-ass wedding.” Nel put his hand up, mimicking a phone, and pressed it to his ear. ‘“Don, what you said you was covering? Yo’ sister keeps adding shit.’ Crybaby-ass nigga.”
Ezio looked around before staring at Nel. “And who paid for this?”
Nel looked at Pia, and she tucked her lips in.
“Exactly! Daddy Dickemdown did, nigga.”
“Ezio!” Pia squealed as she held her stomach, trying hard not to laugh at her father being cracked on.
“Fuck you.” Nel sneered.
“Fuck you, nigga. That’s why you dressed like a basic nigga. How we shuttin’ yo’ shit down?”
