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“She’s in the hospital. I’m about to take you there now, so you can see her,” I said.
Immediately, her big, brown eyes began to tear up. I reached down and wiped away the tears that had fallen from her eyes, and then I kissed the top of her head.
“Stop crying, beautiful. You gotta be strong for your mama. When we get there, she’s probably going to look a little different, but that’s still your mama. I’m going to warn you now that she may not be able to respond to you, but she can hear everything you say to her, so just talk to he
r when we get in the room. Let her know how much you love her and miss her, aight?”
Khari was still crying, but she nodded.
“Alright, Daddy,” she softly said.
“Nah, you gotta say aight,” I told her, and she laughed through her tears.
“Aight,” she said, this time, sounding like me.
I wiped her face once more, and then I lifted her from the car and helped her get in her seat. Once she was strapped in and everything, I came around and got in the driver’s side. I could tell that I’d fucked up my baby girl’s mood because she didn’t even force me to put on the music she would harass me to put on whenever we got in the car, so I rode to my music while I thought about what we encounter on once we made it to the hospital.
We were about ten minutes away when my phone rang. It was Normani. This woman had me so fuckin’ far gone to where my cheeks were about to break from how hard I was smiling when I saw her name flash across the screen in my car. Before I answered for her, I looked in the rearview to check on Khari one last time. She was back there sleeping like I knew she would be. It never failed that she would get her a nap in each time she got in the car.
“What’s up, beautiful?” I answered.
“Nothing. I was able to get a moment to come inside my office, so I was just checking in with you because I know you’re on your way to the hospital. How’s Khari? Did you have a talk with her yet?” Normani asked because when she and I talked earlier on her break, I let her know that I would have a quick talk with Khari before our trip to the hospital.
“She’s in the back, sleeping. I let her know as best as I could what she should expect when we get to the hospital. She ain’t take the news well at all, and I’m prepared for her to have a break down once we get there, but it’s straight. I got her. What’s up with you? You want a massage tonight?” I asked, and she laughed.
“You don’t even care about giving me a massage. I think you care more about the happy ending, which is why you’re always offering to give me massages,” she told me.
“You like my happy endings, though. On some real shit, I do like massaging your body. You got some soft ass skin,” I complimented her.
Although I wasn’t around her, I knew her well enough to know that she was smiling on the other end.
“Should I drop my bomb of bad news that I have for you now, or would you rather I tell you tonight when you get home?” she asked.
I sucked my teeth because a nigga ain’t feel like hearing no bad news right now.
“What, Normani? I mean, you might as well tell me the shit right now because what nigga is going to say, ‘just tell me the shit later on’? That shit is going to be on my mind for the rest of the evening, so what’s up?” I asked her.
“I gotta go to New York next week Wednesday. I’ll be back on Sunday. It’s for the doctor’s convention that I attend every year. I’m usually on top of that, but I was reminded today that its next week. My flight and my hotel are already booked. When I get back, we can do something special,” she said, trying to make the shit sound better after she just told a nigga she was getting ready to leave me for four fuckin’ days.
Damn, she just ruined a nigga’s plans. I was thinking maybe doing a cruise or some shit with her and my kids because the kids had spring break next week. I ain’t even say shit; I just sucked my teeth. I heard her let out a small laugh.
“Billionaire, please! I’ll be gone for four days, really three, since I come back Sunday. You acting like I’ll be gone for a year. You have the nerve to call me a big baby when you are just as bad,” she said.
“Four days away from you is equivalent to four fuckin’ years, shorty. We’ll finish this conversation when I get home tonight. You sound too fuckin’ happy about running off to the next city and being away from me. I’ll kill one of them New York niggas,” I told her in all seriousness.
She laughed like a nigga was joking or some shit.
“You’re sick in the head. I’ll see you later. I love you, baby,” she cooed.
“I love you more,” I said and then hung up the phone.
We made it to the hospital, and I had to carry Khari inside because she was still sleeping. By the time we got checked in and everything, she was waking up. A nigga ain’t like no fuckin’ hospital, man. Shit brought back too many fuckin’ memories of bad shit. My worst experience of all had to have been when Sidnesha lost the last marble that her ass had left, and she fucked around and stabbed a nigga. This was the exact hospital we were at too. I swear I remember standing my ass in the emergency room lobby, leaking all that fuckin’ blood. I closed my eyes for a second as I thought about the events that led to that shit.
A nigga was sleeping good. Too fuckin’ good. I’d just climbed out of some warm pussy, so I was straight. I’d been out all-day hustling, and the second I made it through the door, Sidnesha was catering to a nigga after not seeing me for hours. My baby mama could cook a little something, but I’ll admit that her ass didn’t cook all the time. I came home to rose petals and shit that led to the kitchen, and she was sitting at the dining room table wearing only a cherry red lace thong and bra set.
When she saw me, she stood up in these high ass heels that made her taller than she usually was. Our son was two, so the baby weight was still on her, but I loved that shit. Her stomach wasn’t as flat as it used to be, but again, I loved that shit. I loved all the little tiger stripes she had on her stomach. I swear, that shit didn’t bother a nigga one bit, although she was always complaining about the shit.
At this time, Sidnesha still had her long hair, so she had it parted down the middle, just flowing loosely. She made like she cooked all that food in the kitchen, but I knew her mama cooked it because I knew her mama’s fried chicken from anywhere, but I ain’t even clown her. I cleaned my plate in less than ten minutes, and it was on from there. Nesha’s mama was watching Lil Bill, so we started fuckin’ in the kitchen, took it all the way upstairs to our bathroom, where we bathed together, and we ended it in our bedroom. A nigga was knocked the fuck out after all that good fuckin’.
