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“Old man, you better—”
Pow! Jahir ended up punching the boy right in his face, making the gun drop to the floor.
“This a fake ass gun too,” Jahir said, picking the gun up and holding it in his hands.
When he punched the scrawny ass boy, his body dropped to the ground. He tried to stand up, but Jahir placed his foot on his neck and kept it there, not letting him move. My stubborn ass hated to even say this, but I was actually happy to see Jahir. But, of course, I wouldn’t dare show it.
Here I was, about to hand this boy over my purse, which had cash in it, all of my debit cards and stuff, then I was going to hand him over a two thousand dollar Gucci diaper bag along with my wedding ring. I didn’t even know how much Jabari spent on it, but I could only imagine that it was a grip.
“You alright? Did he hit you?” Jahir asked me.
I heard the worry and concern in his voice.
“No, I’m fine. Thank you,” I mumbled.
I hated having to thank a man who I was so angry with, but I had to do it.
“What you want me to do with him? I can call the cops. Just say the word,” Jahir said.
I thought about it long and hard. I was in six-inch Christian Louboutin heels, and I quickly took my right one off and bent down, slapping his ass twice in the face with the heel. Blood instantly poured out of his nose and his mouth.
“That’s for pointing a fuckin’ gun at me. A fake one at that. Let him go,” I told Jahir.
He removed his foot from his chest, and as fast as he rolled up on me is as fast as he stood up from the ground and took off. I put my shoe back on, and for almost ten seconds, there was silence between Jahir and me.
“Look, Mahogany, I—”
“Don’t. Don’t do this. Nothing’s changed, but I do thank you,” I let him know.
“Let me at least go in the store with you and make sure you’re protected. You don’t even have to talk to me, and if you don’t want me to say shit, I won’t say shit to you. Alright?” he suggested.
I thought about the fact that my baby needed more formula and the fact that I needed other things for the house. As stubborn as I wanted to be, I couldn’t because then, I would be depriving my daughter of her necessities. Plus, I wouldn’t lie and say that I wouldn’t be a little shaken up when I made it back to the car by myself, especially after what had just taken place.
“Okay. I don’t want to talk about nothing, Jahir. We don’t have nothing to talk about,” I said to him.
Granted, there was probably a shit load of things for us to talk about, but I just didn’t want to do that right now. I felt like it wasn’t the time. When would the perfect time be for Jahir and me to have a conversation? I honestly didn’t know. This news was still fresh to me, and I didn’t want to just jump headfirst into forgiving him. I felt like I would come off as weak, and I wouldn’t show any regards to my real, true feelings.
“You got my word,” he let me know.
Jahir picked up the two grocery bags that he’d left in the street, and then he brought the stroller over to me while I sat Jamaria’s car seat in it. It was so awkward walking into the store because we really weren’t speaking. I would almost have rather he said something to me. Like, I was really in the grocery store, shopping with my dad. How strange was that? A dad who I had pretty much known my entire life.
“I know I agreed not to say shit, but damn, she’s beautiful,” he said, looking down at Jamaria while standing a few feet away as if he was afraid to come too close to her. He probably thought that I was crazy and would cut his ass.
As mean as I wanted to be, I ended up smiling as I watched him look down at my baby; his grandbaby. After that, there was nothing else said between the two of us. He pushed the shopping cart while I pushed the stroller, and anything that I needed from an aisle, I would drop it into the cart that I had him pushing.
“I got it,” he said the moment we got to the checkout lane.
I watched him as he went into his wallet and tried to get his card out, but I shook my head no.
“I don’t need you to pay for my groceries, Jahir. I got it,” I said, digging in my purse and trying to get my own card.
“Mahogany, I know you hate me. Shit, you have every fuckin’ reason to, but let me do this for you. This the least that I could do for you anyway,” he said.
I wanted to argue him down, but I didn’t. I kept quiet and allowed him to pay for my groceries. We made it outside and to my car, where he’d placed all the groceries in the backseat along with the stroller. I placed Jamaria in the back, who’d slept through all of this, and once I was done, I closed the back door.
“Thank you, Jahir,” I said as I walked over to the driver’s side.
“Can me, you, and Shae meet up one day next week for lunch or something? Only if you up for it,” he called out.
