When he slowly pulled out of me, I felt like I was drifting in and out of consciousness. He stood and went to my bathroomand started the shower. There was no way I could get in the shower with these Jell-O legs. He came back to the room and stared at me as I did the same to him. I thought he would say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he turned around and went back to the bathroom.
I could no longer keep my eyes open. My body was spent. The part that was bothering me the most was that my mind was spent as well, trying to figure out what this was between us. The crazy part was that I felt like his mind was doing the same.
“Hey, Graham!”my mama said as she hugged me and kissed my cheek.
“Hey, Ma. How you doing?”
“I’m good, but I’m even better now. Sonya told me she saw you.”
“Yeah. She was tryna work a nigga to death . . . her and Sharee’s ass. Where’s Dad?”
“He’s on his way home. He, WJ, and Corey met at Buffalo Wild Wings to hang out for a bit. Erica and Mila are out of town. Otherwise, Shannon and I would have gone over there.”
“Aunt Shannon’s here?”
“She was. She left about ten minutes before you got here.”
I nodded then got my duffle bag from the back seat and followed her inside. I was tired as fuck. Arlie had me doing shit I said I wasn’t gon’ fucking do. Her pussy was just so good. It was hard to resist her sexy ass.
She was igniting my crazy, though, and I didn’t like that shit one bit. I was possessive as hell. Her being so much younger than me had me on high alert. She told me she didn’t have any gigs, but that could all change after her talk with Noah tomorrow. He would have her ass all over the creation.
“You okay? You look like something heavy is on your mind.”
“There’s a couple of things, but I wanted to wait until Dad got here so I could talk to y’all at the same time.”
“Oh. So it’s serious. I hope it’s nothing we did.”
“It’s not.”
I could see the relief flood her. Her shoulders had gotten tense just that fast. Their asses were always involved in some shit, and they wondered where I got that shit from. As I passed the kitchen, I could smell something delicious. I closed my eyes briefly, then said, “Ma! I know good and got damn well you ain’t make smothered potatoes.”
“I did. I know you love my smothered potatoes and beef tips. When you said you were coming, I knew I had to make your favorite.”
I slowly shook my head. I swore, every time I was home, I gained five pounds. I went to my room and set my bag down, then went back downstairs to see my dad walking through the door. “What’s up, big dawg?”
He chuckled and extended his hand for me to slap. I slapped it, then hugged him.
“How’s everything going, son?”
“Good.”
“Uh oh. That didn’t sound promising.”
“Yeah, he said he needed to talk to us,” my mama said.
“Well, let’s get this shit out the way now, so we can enjoy you while you’re here,” my dad said.
I took a deep breath and followed them to the front room. We all sat on the sectional, me facing them. Not wasting time, Isaid, “I met a woman on the flight from LA that said she was my sister.”
Both of their eyebrows lifted at the same time. I continued. “Yeah. I never really wanted to know my bio parents. I never felt like I was missing anything by not knowing them. It’s just, this woman seemed broken that I didn’t really acknowledge her. She said she always wanted a sibling. While I’m intrigued by what all she has to say, I don’t want to be roped into meeting my bio parents. I feel like it will be something I will regret.”
“Why?” my dad asked.
“I don’t know the circumstances around why I was put up for adoption.”
My mama scooted forward. “Well, we can enlighten you. However, people change. It’s been thirty-five years, Graham.”
“Yeah, I know. I just . . .” I huffed.
