“Don’t.”
His smile slipped a little. “Don’t what? Lee, we having a baby.”
“I know.”
“So come on. We can fix this.”
I sat back in my chair because I already knew where he was about to take this. “JB.”
“I’m serious. I come home, we work our stuff out, and we raise our baby.”
“Don’t start making this something it ain’t.”
His smile disappeared. “What you mean something it ain’t? You pregnant with my baby.”
“And?”
“What you mean, and? We’re having a child together.”
“We can co-parent.”
JB leaned back like I had just insulted him. “Co-parent? That’s my baby too, Lee.”
“I know. That’s why I’m telling you.”
“So what? You gon’ have my son over there and I’m supposed to come pick him up on weekends or something?”
“First of all, you don’t even know what I’m having. Second, we’ll figure out a schedule when the time comes.”
“A schedule?”
“Yes, JB. A schedule.”
He shook his head. “I don’t do no damn schedules with my kids.”
I folded my arms. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It mean I’m a full-time father. I need to be under the same roof with my kids.”
“How the hell you plan on doing that with two different baby mamas?”
JB leaned back in the chair like he had really thought this mess through. “In a perfect world, all of us would live together.”
I stared at him for a second, waiting for him to smile or laugh or do something to let me know he was joking.
“Excuse me?”
“I said in a perfect world.”
“You done lost your damn mind.”
“See, that’s exactly why it won’t work. You and Hannah both too stubborn for that.”
That time I did laugh because there was no way this man was sitting in my nail chair blaming me and Hannah for why his little sister-wives plan wouldn’t work.
“So what’s your next bright idea?”
“I’ll buy you a house in my neighborhood.”