I didn’t mean to watch Islah like a hawk, but I was. She had me worried, but I didn’t want to be doing too much.
We pulled out of the doctor’s office, and I took Islah to a nail and spa joint that I saw on Instagram and pulled up in front.
She tilted her head at me.
“What are we doing?”
I unlocked the door, walked around, opened her door, pulled her out, and handed her her replacement credit cards.
“Go in there and get whatever you want and need. I want you to relax.”
She smiled at me.
“Are you serious?”
I walked her to the door and opened it for her.
“Call me when you’re ready to get picked up.”
I walked back to the car just as Amir was climbing into the front seat and pulled off. I took him to the store with me, and we got started on the piece he wanted for his mom.
My lil’ nigga was a fast learner. He asked questions about the different tools I used and when I needed to use them.
We got it halfway done to the point we could take it home to finish it by the time Islah called and said she was almost done.
After getting some dinner, we went to scoop Ishlah, and she walked out with a smile on her face.
“I needed that,” she said as I helped her in the car.
“I’m glad to hear it. I picked up some dinner.”
When we got home, we ate together, then Amir went off to talk to his lil’ girlfriend.
Islah washed the dishes while I took out the trash. When I came back in, I turned on some music and walked up behind Islah, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her neck softly.
“Thank you for today,” she said while putting a cup in the drying rack.
“Would you move out the city?” I asked, ignoring what she said.
“Why you ask that?”
“I don’t know,” I responded. “It was just something I thought.”
She shrugged. “Yeah, if it was worth it.”
I laughed a lil’ bit. “You know with me everything is worth it, mamas.”
Everything is worth it… A switch-up might be what Islah needed to feel like herself again. I knew how to open her up again.
Chapter 21
Finding Me Again
For the first time since I’ve been home, I was going out on my own, and being alone with my thoughts was something I did not like.
My mind was still all over the place. Half in California, the other half in Atlanta. It felt like as quick as I wanted to forget Gio and what I went through, the longer it was taking me to do it.
After a short lil’ drive, I finally made it to Kenya’s house and walked straight inside without knocking.
