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He laughed at me and then followed me inside the store. I wanted to add to Normani’s purse collection that I knew she had, so the second we walked inside, I went over to the purses that they had stocked on the glass-likee shelves.
“Who you gettin
g this for?” Lil Bill asked me.
“I told you who,” I said as I picked up one of the purses.
“We going to meet her?” he wanted to know.
“Yeah, when the time is right,” I promised, and he nodded like that was alright with him.
A sales lady came over and showed me the three purses that had just come in this morning. Without even asking the price, I got them for Normani. I purchased the matching wallets for all three, and then I went to the front, so I could pay for them. I wanted to spoil her some more and get her some of the heels I saw, but I didn’t know her sizes yet. By the time she started fuckin’ around with me, like on some heavy shit, I was going to know her fuckin’ head circumference.
We left the store after I paid for everything, and as we were headed to the car, I spotted a little Kiosk that was selling all types of Valentine’s Day shit. I had my kids pick up items for their mothers that I would pay for, and I picked up some shit for Normani too. I got a pink and red bear that was damn near her size and an assortment basket. It had all types of shit in there, including a coffee mug, a sleeping mask, oils, candy, and another small teddy bear. I was going to pick up some roses on the way over to her job tomorrow, and I couldn’t wait to surprise the fuck out of her with all of this.
We ended up leaving the mall, and it was getting pretty late. Although I wanted to sit down at a restaurant somewhere and have dinner with my kids, it was a school night, and I didn’t want them out all night. The kids wanted to have Chic-Fil-A for dinner, so I swung over there to get that for them. Chic-Fil-A was like crack to a child. Khari was in the backseat, dancing and shit, all geeked up about the chicken tenders and macaroni and cheese that she knew she was about to get from the restaurant.
I mean, to me, the food was aite. It wasn’t all that, like how people made it out to be. At this moment, I was craving the feeling of being able to head home and take my kids home with me. Being out with them this evening just had me wanting to bring this feeling back home with me, but right now, I wasn’t in an appropriate living space. The one-bedroom apartment that I was still living in would not do for my kids.
I had been on my grind so much this past month that I wasn’t making any time to find me a better spot. My mama jumped in and helped. For the past few weeks, she had been looking at different townhomes, and she would send me videos of the ones that she looked at. From what she was sending me, I had found a spot that I was interested in, which was spacious enough for my kids and me, and I planned to be moved in by next week.
My mama sent the video of this one home, and I fell in love with that shit. I found some time to go and check it out in person. The shit looked ten times better in person. It was a four-bedroom, 3½ bathroom, and it was really spacious. There was a big ass patio that I was geeked about because I couldn’t wait to put some grills out there and barbeque for my kids and shit.
I loved a nice ass kitchen because when I felt like it, I could throw down. My bedroom was huge. The bathroom was fuckin’ beautiful, with that deep ass tub and the massive shower as well. My kids’ room was a nice size, and the extra bedroom, I would just use it for a guest room or some shit.
I could have done some foolish shit with my money and rented out a mansion or some shit, but that would have been dumb on my part since it was just going to be me in the house the majority of the time. My kids would only be there when I had them on the weekends. I wanted to work on my credit some more, continue to work hard with my business, so I could eventually buy a home. Listen to me talking about purchasing a home. I swear a nigga couldn’t tell me that I hadn’t changed.
I lowkey felt like I was only talking about becoming a homeowner because of the business that I was now in. During one of the conversations that Normani and I shared a few days ago, she told me that she owned her own home. See, shorty was already rubbing off on me, and in a good way, too.
I knew the type of shit that my kids were into, so for the past few days, I had been looking at bedrooms sets for them. I was excited about that shit, too, because I planned to keep it a surprise. Once I had everything set to go, I planned to pick them both up on a Friday from school, and daddy daycare would be on from there. Our shit was going to be lit as fuck.
After getting the food, I headed to Denim’s house to drop off Khari first, since Denim’s house was closer to where we were. I’d already sent Denim a text message to let her know that I would be at her house in five minutes. When I pulled up, she was bringing in groceries. I pulled my car on the side of hers, and then I shut the car off. Both my kids were sitting in the back, with Khari in a booster chair, so I went around and helped her out, and then my son climbed out as well.
I popped the trunk, so I could bring all of Khari’s stuff into the house, plus the couple of items that she got from the kiosk for her teacher and her mother.
“Damn, who all of these Gucci bags for?” Denim asked, walking over to my car and looking in the trunk, with her nosey ass. She was holding a couple of grocery bags in her hands, that took from her.
“Your expensive ass daughter. That’s who,” I explained.
“What about the rest of the bags?” she pried.
“Don’t worry about it,” I told her and then closed the trunk.
All the groceries were out of her trunk, and we all went into the house. I didn’t plan to stay long at all because I still needed to drop my son off. When we made it into the house, I was shocked to see that her oldest daughter, Rylo, wasn’t there. Then again, that stupid ass nigga of hers probably took his daughter to live with him, especially since I made it clear that his ass couldn’t be over there while my daughter was home. He looked like the type of nigga who did foolish, tit for tat bullshit like that.
“Where Rylo at?” I questioned once we were in the kitchen, and Denim started taking the groceries out of the bags and putting things where they needed to go.
At the same time, Khari was taking out all the new clothes and stuff that she had just gotten today and showing them to her mother.
“With her dad. I haven’t seen her in two days, but we talk on the phone. Ever since you pretty much tried to kill him in my living room, he’s been acting funny. He’s been keeping Rylo longer than he usually does, not even bringing her home, and I lowkey feel like he’s even trying to get my daughter to flip on me. When I talked to her today on the phone, she was acting real nonchalant, so who knows what he’s over there telling her?
“We never had this conversation, Billion, but I just want you to know, in his defense, that he did tell Khari she couldn’t have any more candy that day. She had been back and forth to her room and the living all morning, eating candy. The reason he got so mad that she was sneaking the candy is that a couple of nights ago, she snuck and ate a lot of candy. Khari had us up all night with her crying because she had a stomachache,” Denim said, defending that nigga.
That’s where she had me fucked up. So, I was going to kiss my daughter and get the fuck up out of there because shit was going left. Before I did that, though, I just had to say a little something.
“You done got so used to being in the presence of that lame ass nigga, that he’s starting to cloud your fuckin’ judgment, and he’s rubbing off on you too. It ain’t about what the nigga said! It’s how the fuck he said it, yo! Had he just come to me and told me what happened the other night with her stomach hurting, then as a man, I would have felt him, but that nigga came beating down the fuckin’ hallway, talking crazy to my kid! I warned him twice to shut up, but he kept going, and because of that, he got his ass fucked up because of it. Him keeping your daughter away from you is corny as fuck. Good luck with that, though,” I said.
Shaking my head, I went over to Khari, so I could give her some kisses. She was my little valentine as well, so before I popped up on Normani tomorrow, I planned to surprise her at her school. I was making up for years’ worth of shit with my kids.
