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He walked into the house, and I followed him.
“It was good,” I told him, and he nodded.
“It was good, but the shit you put around your eyes is smeared like you’ve been crying. Tell me what the fuck is really good, Normani? Yo’ daddy was there, wasn’t he?” he asked, pausing in his steps to turn around and face me.
I could look at his expression and see that he was annoyed about something. He wasn’t just able to see that my eyeliner and mascara had smeared due to me crying. It had to have been something else.
“He was there, but after he left, the dinner was good. I don’t want to get into that right now, Billionaire. The first part of tonight’s dinner was stressful as it is. Please don’t make me relive it,” I said to him.
His do-rag was on his head, and he came outside shirtless, in only a pair of basketball shorts and some slides on his feet. I could look at his face and tell that he was trying to think about what he was going to say next. He was pulling down on his beard, and I stood there with my arms crossed, waiting for him to speak his mind, knowing he wouldn’t spare me with his tongue.
“Listen to me, Normani, and listen to a nigga good, aight? I don’t want you around shit that’s going to be stressing you out during this pregnancy. It’s bad enough that mentally you still dealing with the shit that took place in Mexico. We ain’t about to add on you letting yo’ bitch ass daddy come in and stress you out some more! You ain’t even got to tell me what the two of y’all got into it about because I’m sure that it had something to do with me.
“I can’t understand for the fuckin’ life of me how a nigga can be so pressed about somebody that he doesn’t even fuckin’ know! I treat you ten times better than that nigga, yet he’s so fuckin’ worried about me! Until he can show you some motha fuckin’ respect, I don’t want you around him. How the fuck you think it makes me feel that you keep crying on his dime? If he can’t respect our union, fuck him, Normani!” Billionaire angrily said.
“Okay. Okay. Why you have to be yelling at me like that? The neighbors can probably hear everything that you’re saying right now!” I spat and shoved past him so I could get into the house. I needed to use the restroom. I’d been holding my pee since I got in the car and left the restaurant.
I could feel Billionaire on my heels, follow me to the bathroom.
“Because I just don’t understand why you keep holding conversations with a man who ain’t doing shit but being disrespectful toward you,” he said as I made my way into the house.
I set the items on the first table I saw while Billionaire locked the door behind us.
“Well, first of all, I didn’t even know that he would be there. My mom told me that it would just be my sister and me. What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve had an attitude since I’ve pulled the car into the driveway,” I spat and then rushed so I could get to the guest bathroom that was downstairs.
I made it inside, turned the light on, and tried to close the door behind me, but he grabbed it so it wouldn’t close. I did the pee dance as I went for the buttons on my jeans, and then I hurriedly sat on the toilet seat. I released buckets and buckets of urine into the toilet; well, buckets is what it felt like.
“I ain’t have an attitude from when you pulled up. I just took one look at you, and I was able to tell that you were crying. When I find some time in my schedule, Ima go and holla at your daddy. It ain’t in me to just sit around and let somebody continue to disrespect my name. I’ll keep in mind that he’s your father, so I won’t pull my shit out on him,” Billionaire said in a joking way, but I didn’t find that funny.
Yeah, I was angry at my father, and at times, I even felt like I hated him, but I didn’t want anything to happen to him. I rolled my eyes at my husband as I wiped myself, and then I stood up and flushed the toilet. I went over to the sink and washed my hands.
“It would mean the world to me to have two of the most important men in my life sit down and have a conversation, but at the same time, if I can’t get that, then I understand. I won’t force it. I just don’t need it to be chaos any time that the two of you have to be around each other,” I said to him.
Billionaire came over and wrapped his hands around my waist. His hands went for my flat stomach like they always did, and he rubbed it in a circular motion.
“When you taking your leave from work?” he asked, making me laugh.
The fact that he changed the subject just let me know that he didn’t care to have this conversation any longer.
“They will have to put me out of the building. I’m going to be one of those women who tries to work into my thirty-ninth week,” I said to him, and he sucked his teeth.
“Bullshit! I say twenty weeks,” he said, and I looked at him through the mirror like he was crazy as I dried my hands.
“Twen
ty weeks? That’s just around the corner. I think thirty-five weeks is reasonable,” I told him.
Billionaire didn’t respond; he just went for the buckle on my jeans, trying to get them down, more than likely, so we could get it in really quick. Before he could even zip my jeans down, there were light taps on the door.
“Daddy? That’s Normani in there?” Khari’s sweet little voice asked from the other side of the door.
I started to laugh, but Billionaire put his hand over my mouth and then turned off the bathroom light, more than likely so she wouldn’t think that anyone was in there, but I was sure she already knew.
“If we don’t say anything, maybe she’ll go. Damn! She always cockblocking some shit,” Billionaire groaned into my ear.
“I can hear you, Daddy! Open the door! I want to say hiiii to Normani,” Khari said.
I laughed when Billionaire sucked his teeth and then buckled back my jeans and turned the light on. When he went to open the door, Khari was standing on the other side, and her little butt was trying to examine what had been taking place between the two of us. She eventually came over to me for a hug, and I picked her up. Before I walked off with her, I turned to look back at my husband.
