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I walked further into the kitchen, and my beautiful daughter, Khari, was the first one to spot me. She jumped up from my mama’s lap and ran in my direction.
Like I hadn’t just seen her yesterday, I bent down and picked her up. A beautiful chocolate princess is what I liked to call her. She had that cocoa butter shit in her hair, and it smelled so good. Khari had long, thick ass hair
like her mother, and it was pulled up into a big puff today. She was dressed really cute in a denim dress, some sandals, and a little purse wrapped around her waist. Khari was going to be tall like her daddy, with a slick ass mouth like her mother. As far as looks, my daughter was Denim’s twin. She must have been mad at herself during her pregnancy because Khari came out looking just like her ass.
As I was loving on her and kissing her cheek, my son crossed over all our family to make his way to me. Handsome ass lil nigga, looking just like I did when I was a kid, only thing is, he had a head full of hair. Lil’ Bill had dark skin just like me, but he was a little lighter. His full head of hair was in box braids. He had a clean line up like his mama had just taken him to the barber this morning. He was clean, dressed in a white Burberry polo with some white shorts, and Burberry sneakers were on his feet. He had a chain around his neck with a nameplate, and one of his AirPods was in his ear. Just like me, he had light brown eyes that sparkled as he made his way over.
My son tried to be all cool and just reach out for a pound, but I pulled his lil’ ass into me and kissed him all over his face. He was trying to be a hardass in front of family, but two days ago, his face was filled with snot and tears when he saw me walk through the door. My kids ain’t know that I was coming home. We kept that shit a surprise.
“Who you got lining my man up? This shit is nice,” I said, cuffing my son by his chin and turning his head from right to left, so I could examine his lineup. The shit was damn near perfect.
I was talking to my baby mama, who was standing in the kitchen with my mama and my grandma. More than likely, she was trying to be slick and soak up all the family recipes and shit.
That ass on Nesha was fuckin’ stupid! Shit was poking out of this fuckin’ world. All last night, I tried not to look at that thick shit, and even right now, in those tight ass jeans, I was trying not to look at that shit either, but it was fuckin’ impossible; I swear it was. The second she caught me looking, she was going to think that I wanted to fuck her, so I was trying to be discreet with my eyes, but that was just too much ass, man.
My weakness was a woman with a big ass booty. Nesha knew that shit too, and that’s why she wore what she had on today. She was prancing around this bitch in some high-rise denim jeans with a half shirt that showed off her tiny waist and her platinum belly button ring, which was shining. Ion know if shorty had plans to hit up a happy hour when she left this bitch or what, but she was giving me club attire vibes.
Sidnesha used to have long ass hair that looked like weave, but every fuckin’ day of her life, she insisted that I stressed her ass out to the point that she decided to cut it all off, but I ain’t have shit to do with that change. It was cute, though. It fit her round face.
“My homeboy that I know. He’s the best in the city. Don’t nobody line my baby up like he does,” she bragged.
“You all on that nigga dick! He aight. I’m home now. From now on, I take my lil man to the barbershop, and I’m taking him where I go,” I told her because this best in the city nigga sounded like somebody whose dick she was suckin’. Granted, I could give two fucks, but nah... keep my son from around that shit.
I could tell she wanted to say something, but she threw her hands in the air and let it go.
“You just got back home. I ain’t saying shit,” she said and shut up, which was her best bet.
“Don’t y’all two start this shit up in here today! It’s kids in here!” my mama fussed.
I kissed my daughter one last time on her cheek and then lowered her to the floor.
Denim was sitting at the breakfast table in her own little world, texting away on her cell phone. I went over to my grandma, who was seasoning crabs, and I lovingly kissed all over her cheek. Just like my mama, my grandmother was my world, man. Growing up, I lived with her because my mama had me so young. In a way, I felt like I had two mamas.
“Make sure you throw all that Old Bay, garlic, lemon pepper, all that shit on mine. You know how I like my crabs,” I told my grandma.
Hands down, she was the best cook in the world to me. My mama too, though, but my grandma always had some shit in her meals that came out just a bit better than my mama.
“Bringing those trifling bitches home with you from the club, that’s exactly what your ass is going to have… crabs,” my mama shot.
The kids had run off, so it wasn’t like they were around to hear this conversation. I laughed as I walked over and kissed her lovingly on her cheek too. My mama was forty-four, but she looked every bit of twenty-five. I swear she was out here giving these young hoes a run for their money. Even now, my ole boy, who was sitting with his brother in the den area, kept looking over at my mama. I knew he wanted that old thing back, but my mama made like she hated the nigga. My parents were always at it, man. One minute they loved the fuck out of each other, and the next, they hated each other. Either way, I was just glad I had them both in my life.
“I saw you go home with those two bitches. I told your mama,” Twinkle said, bringing her little ass over and fuckin’ with me. Her snitching ass was always in somebody’s fuckin’ business.
“I’m surprised you saw shit. You were damn near fuckin’ on the dance floor. You think your ass is grown? I’ll take off my damn belt,” I said in all seriousness as I pulled her to me.
She laughed like that shit was the funniest shit in the world. I talked with her for a few more minutes, and then I went over to my ole boy and my uncle Malcom, leaving the women in the kitchen.
“Fuck you keep looking over there for? Keep yo’ eyes on the TV, nigga,” I joked to my dad the second I took a seat next to him on the couch.
He took a swig of his drink, and then he waved me off, knowing that I’d caught his ass red handed staring at my mama. My dad and I had a cool ass relationship. Yeah, he and my mama conceived me at a young age, but he’s always been there. He and my mama didn’t always see eye to eye, but that didn’t stop shit when it came to our relationship.
As I said before, my daddy used to be heavy in the streets. The thing that set my mama apart from my baby mamas was the fact that my mama didn’t encourage his street shit. She actually wanted him out of the streets and to go legit. Because he wasn’t ready to give up that lifestyle, that’s where they butted heads.
These days, my dad was legit. He ran his own painting business, so pretty soon, I would need his services when it was time to paint some of the houses that I planned to flip.
Just like my mama, he made it his business to pick up the phone whenever I called home from prison, he put money on my books, and he came to see me a couple of times every month. He did that for five years straight. This nigga could be on a fuckin’ ladder, painting a house, but if I rang him, he answered. For that, this nigga could get any fuckin’ thing he wanted from me.
“Ain’t nobody worrying about your fuckin’ mama. I been in this bitch for thirty minutes, and she hasn’t said shit to me. I’m trying to keep the peace because I want to soak in this moment of being in the same room with my son. Plus, I got my grandkids here, but the second this shit is over, I’m on her ass,” he said.
