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“Where’s your chocolate princess? You could have brought her,” I said.
It was more so my way of finding out if the two were having trouble in paradise. I felt like he would have brought her to the party, especially if they were serious, and she’d already met the kids. When Billion brought our son home after letting him stay the night at his house, I picked my son’s head, asking him if his dad’s girlfriend was over there, and he assured me she wasn’t. He said it was just him, his dad, and his sister. I then questioned him on what he thought of her when his dad introduced them. My son wasn’t any help, talking about some, “She was pretty.”
“Why? What you asking ’bout her for?” he asked, looking down at me. “And why you got on these little ass shorts around all these fuckin’ kids? Yo’ pussy staring right at me,” he snapped.
I laughed while looking down to see if my shorts were as short as he was making them out to be, and they weren’t. I did the finger test this afternoon before I even put them on, and no, I didn’t pass, but not that bad.
“My pussy staring right at you, or are you staring right at my pussy? I’m sure if my shorts were too short, your smart mouth son would have told me like he always does whenever he feels like I’m in something too revealing. Seriously, though, where’s your girl? You could have brought her,” I said again, and he sucked his teeth.
The truck driver was backing the truck up, and we were eager to see what the bike would look like in person.
“I know I could have brought her. You telling me that, like I had to run the shit by you first. She had her little sorority shit this morning. They had some type of charity event that they doing this afternoon for the homeless, and the times overlapped, so she couldn’t make it. She got him a gift, though, and it’s in the car. What I don’t understand is why you asking about her. She told me that you and Denim’s fuck ass was messing with her in the bathroom,” he said.
Billion wasn’t himself. Granted, he was always an asshole and always so uptight. However, I could just tell by how he was talking that he was still hurting about the Khari situation.
“Denim was drunk and was talking shit about her when we got in the bathroom, not even realizing that your girl was in one of the stalls. I wouldn’t say that we were messing with her. If anything, we just told her that we thought she wasn’t your type. She’s making it seem like we were in there bullying her. That’s not what happened,” I said.
“Two women ganging up on another woman… what the fuck do you call that? Y’all only fucked with her because I think you can look at Normani and tell that she’s not on the same type of shit that you and Denim are on, so y’all took advantage of that. Look, Nesha, we here celebrating our son’s birthday. I don’t want to get into it with you on some shit that’s very fuckin’ small compared to the other shit that I’m dealing with right now. I’m looking you in your eyes right now, and I’m asking you to chill.
“We have our disagreements and shit, and I know I ain’t always the best person to be around, but I respect you as not only the mother to my child but I respect you as a woman. Over the years, I ain’t ever have to check you about the type of mother you are because you always made raising my son look like some shit that you can do with your eyes closed, so I commend you on that. You held shit down in my absence, playing both mother and father, and for that, a nigga is going to always rock with you. You were the first girlfriend I ever had, and the first woman I ever loved outside of my mama and my grandma.
“Me and you already done did the relationship shit. We fucked, we fought, we laughed, we done did it all, and in the end, the shit didn’t work out. I’ll always love you for making me a father, but that’s as far as it goes. That little boy over there,” he said, putting his hands on my head and turning it so I could look over at our son, who was standing with his friends and laughing, showing off his pretty teeth and his dimples.
“That’s all me and you need to be worried about. I moved on, and I want you to do the same. I want you to go out there and find a nigga that’s going to make you happy. You deserve it because I know that when it comes down to it, you’re a good woman, so just chill out. I can have this conversation with you because I know you’ll take heed to what I’m saying. I don’t have two words for Denim. That bitch better stay as far away from me as possible,” he vented.
“Has Khari been with you since all this happened?” I asked.
“Yeah, and she g
oing to stay with me. Why would I give her back? So that nigga can take my fuckin’ daughter and move somewhere, then I won’t be able to even find them? I don’t know how this shit is going to end. What I can say is that I don’t have any plans to take Khari back to Denim any time soon. I’m sure y’all been talking, so the next time you talk to her, make sure you tell her I said that,” he told me.
“I actually haven’t talked to her. I tried reaching out to her, but she won’t pick up the phone,” I said, and he didn’t even bother to respond.
Finally, the driver got out of the truck. Billion knew him, so they dapped each other up, and then he spoke. He eventually jumped on the back of the truck and raised it. My son’s birthday gift was right there with a big, red bow on it. It was a silver and baby blue Tron motorcycle 12V. I wasn’t even into stuff like this, but this bike was too nice.
“Damnnnn. This shit is clean. Where the helmet at?” Billion asked as he admired the bike.
His friend retrieved the helmet from the back, and then he brought the bike down. We stood there for a few moments, both admiring the bike, and then Billion paid him for it.
Billion wheeled the bike into the party, and all the kids came over to admire it. My damn son hadn’t even come over to see his own birthday gift because he was too busy wrapped up in the conversation he was having with his girlfriend. My son came into my room last night and basically requested for me to be nice to his little girlfriend. I promised I would, and so far, I had been on my best behavior. I couldn’t even be mean to her because she was super sweet. She came over before my son got there and introduced herself. She called me Ms. Banks. I had to say that my son had good taste because she was super adorable.
“Look at your damn son,” I told Billion, who laughed.
“He got game just like his daddy,” he told me, and I rolled my eyes.
Eventually, Lil Bill got the hint that his gift had arrived because he ran in our direction to see the new bike he had been requesting for a while now. The rest of the party was super fun. I even got my grown ass in the bounce house and did a few flips with my son and his friends. I ate so much damn food, just ignoring the no carbs diet I had myself on, and I even took a couple of shots but being mindful of the fact that I had to drive myself back home.
Lil Bill would be leaving the party and going home with his dad, so I’d already made plans to hang out tonight with Roheem. He had invited me out to go clubbing with him. Of course, I agreed because whenever I went out with my cousin, we always had a good time. Right now, I was standing not too far from Billion and his parents, being an overprotective mother and cringing at how fast my son was driving that damn bike. This bike was a little more advanced than the other one he had, and it went a little faster. I hated it, and now I regretted agreeing to let him get this as a gift.
“Nesha, bruh, sit the fuck down! Lil nigga got on headgear, knee pads, and everything else. What you think is going to happen to him?” Billion said from the table as he looked up at me from the two plates filled with food that his greedy ass was eating.
“Nigga, shut up! You don’t see how fast he’s going? You need to tell him to slow down because he ain’t going to listen to me. He’s going to think that I’m doing too much,” I said.
“That’s because you are! Sit yo’ ass down!” he said.
I picked up a napkin from the table and threw it at his ass. His mama and his daddy were just sitting there, shaking their heads at us.
“Fuck you! Just sit there and enjoy your two plates, nigga! It’s obvious your Barbie doll is just a pretty face, and she doesn’t feed your ass!” I snapped as I sat down.
