“Oh, girl, please! Them dragons and vampires gets down and dirty too.”
“Mama, what happens if my stepmama see them charges on Daddy’s credit card statement from you swiping his card to pay for movers? If she smart, she will track it down and find out it’s you using it.”
“If she's digging that hard, she deserves to get her feelings hurt. I’m swiping the magnetic stripe off this card. My only advice to her is, ya reap whatchu sow! She had a front-row seat to my misery and should be glad I’m not a willing participant in her marriage like she was in mine.” My mother pointed her finger. “And watch yaself. You ain't got no fucking stepmama.”
Knock, knock
My smile faded when our eyes landed on the figure at the doorway.
Damn.
“Well, damn!” my mama said, voicing my thoughts aloud, and Tunan laughed.
He stood there sporting denim shorts and a graphic shirt with the sleeves cut off to show his muscles. A chain hung from the belt loop of his shorts, and he had on a pair of Jordan 1s. I could tell he’d gotten a fresh cut today, and that made me turn my nose up.
“Well, I think I hear the baby crying.” My mama stood.
Liar.
The baby was sleeping peacefully according to the monitor.
“Hello, beautiful,” Tunan greeted my mama as she approached the doorway.
Blush appeared on her cheeks, plain as day, as she rubbed her hand down the nape of her neck, smiling like a schoolgirl. “Hello, son-in-law. That smells good.”
He flashed her that same white panty-dropping grin that had me busting it open in his old-ass car. “Dat’s good to hear. I left yo’ food in the kitchen.”
“You’re a good man. It’s no food here, and I haven't gotten a chance to shop.”
“I’ll order some groceries. Don’t trip.”
I could see the hearts jumping from my mama’s eyes. If she only knew that Tunan was fresh out of jail, she wouldn’t be so happy-go-lucky.
“Thank you, son.”
Tunan walked in right as my mama walked out, closing the door behind her.
Crossing my arms under my breasts that were free of a bra underneath the oversized graphic I was wearing, I shot daggers at Tunan.
“How you feelin’, Glow?”
“You care?”
He placed the food on the nightstand, his cologne nearly overpowering whatever was in the bag. “If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t ask, my baby.”
Shit.
I wasn’t wearing shorts, only panties, and he’d already ruined them that fast, so I pressed my thighs together.
“I’m just saying… You got a haircut and all that. Looks like you’ve been too occupied to care about me.” I sounded bitter because I was.
I didn’t want Tunan, but I didn’t want his ass with anyone else.
He chuckled but didn’t reply as he removed the carryout tray from the thank you bag. The food smelled good; I couldn’t lieabout it. He tore the fork from the plastic while holding the carryout tray.
“You handling my food with nasty hands?” I asked, trying to get a reaction from this man.
“I washed my hands in the kitchen, Glow.”
