“He said you had unfinished business,” Rashad conveyed.
For some reason, that mothafucka Chevy was keeping company with came to mind. Kemper Evans. Suddenly, I needed to know everything about this nigga. I’d been slipping because everything else going on was a distraction, but a nigga was focused now. Bobbing my head, I took a glance around.
“Get this shit packed up. You can keep the furniture. I want to put it up for lease. I’ll get my girl to handle the paperwork and send some movers over for everything. Thanks for telling me what I needed to know.” I slapped his shoulder and spun on my heel to go.
Heading straight for the compound, I arrived within thirty minutes. The first thing I did was start investigating this mothafucka. After a blunt and a drink, a nigga was in his zone, skimming through everything I could find on him. My search was coming up dry against the system, and I stood. Taking a moment to stretch, I paced in front of the desk after lighting a cigar to ease my mind. Smoking Cubans made a nigga feel like a boss. They also helped me think and gave me clarity.
There was something about this nigga that was nagging at me. I decided to check his birth records and find out more about his parents. That always told a story. You could hide who you were in this world, but a lot of the time, it wasn’t as easy to conceal who you were related to.
Scrolling a copy of his birth certificate, I paused when I got to the father’s signature, and everything stopped. I was high, so it could have been that, but a nigga was shook by what was displayed. The father listed was Aldus Williams. My hand trembled and my heard damn near froze inside my chest. I hadn’t heard or thought about my father in a long time.What the fuck was going on? Was this nigga my brother?Tossing back the bottle of D’Usse, I took a guzzle. Using my free hand, I shutthe system down and snatched my jacket off the back of the chair at the station. I was lit, but I got in my car and started that bitch with murder on my mind.
“Your body is here, but your mind is somewhere else…”
Harbor
Free textedme that he and Ivy were on the way home. He also wanted me to get dressed so that we could go out and have dinner together. As I got ready, my heart fluttered, reminding me of the way he had swept in and got me sprung off him like I was hooked on drugs. My babies were in their bouncers chilling, and I was in the bathroom with music playing as I got ready.
Choosing a mauve-colored ruched corset-styled dress from Vera Wang, I left it on the bed along with the gold-strapped heels. I was doing good postpartum, losing most of the weight.I couldn’t wait to be able to dance and work out again, but I was confident in my new body. Knowing what I was capable of after childbirth felt like I had fucking superpowers. I beat my face and styled my hair in a braided bun on top of my head with some banging ass bangs that crowned my face. Stepping into the bedroom, I heard footsteps near the door, and then the sweetest sound I had heard in months other than my babies.
“Hello!” Celine called out, and my heart raced.
She was in the doorway, and her face lit up when she saw Misa and Maze, both wide awake and kicking their little feet while watching their colorful toys sway above their heads.
“Look at these little angels,” she gushed, drawn to them like a magnet as they pulled her toward them.
Damn that; I rushed to hug her myself because I missed her so much. Laughing, she held me back with both arms encasing me. Slowly, I drew away and looked her over. She was in one piece, holding me in place in front of her and taking me in like a proud mother. Her gentle hand grazed my cheek, and my eyes misted. My hormones were still tripping.
“I missed you so much,” I whispered.
“I missed you too. You have been busy.” She smiled, and I turned so that we could admire my children together. “They are pure perfection, Harbor. You did so good. I can’t believe they are real. They are so precious.”
“Yeah, I have to agree. I didn’t know love like this even existed. Don’t get me wrong; I love Frequency, but this…” I shook my head. “I wasmadeto love them.”
“Well, introduce us,” Celine told me, and I snickered.
“Well, this is Maze. He’s stubborn. He was born last. But he’s so chill and only cries when he’s wet or hungry. Misa here, she’s the one we have to watch. She moves fast and doesn’t look like she’s slowing down any time soon. But whatever she does, Maze is right behind her. They are going to be quite the pair.”
“I bet they are. I am so in love.” Celine knelt in front of them and played with their little feet in their sleepers.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, wondering where she had come from and where she’d been.
“Free came to see me,” she answered, taking a seat on the foot of my bed.
Our eyes linked, and I could see that there was clearly more to the story.
“Okay, you going to elaborate on that, or do I have to play twenty questions with you?” I teased, easing down beside her.
“He came to see me, and we had a good talk. He asked me to come home. I couldn’t object, especially when I learned of these two.” A huge grin lit up her entire face as she studied the twins again. “So here I am.”
“Just like that?” I questioned.
“It’s like that with family.” Celine beamed and threw an arm over my shoulders.
My head dropped down, and relief filled me inside. She had no idea how much I needed her. She had become something like the mother I’d been missing.
“Thank God.” I sighed, and she giggled.
“Oh, the place doesn’t look too bad. It looks like you held it down just fine, and I knew that you would,” she articulated.
