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“I just flipped a million-dollar house, shorty. You going to make me jack my own dick tonight?” I asked, and she popped me.
“Watch your mouth. The kids,” she said and nodded over at my children, who weren’t paying us any attention.
“They ain’t worrying about us,” I told her and then leaned my head in to kiss her again. Her hands went for my beard as we engaged in a sensual kiss.
“Do y’all gotta kiss all the timmmmeeeee? That’s nasty,” Khari said from her side of the table with tomato sauce from the pizza all on her mouth, hands, and clothes.
Normani pulled away and laughed.
“You just make sure that you don’t be kissing nobody,” I said to my daughter.
She laughed and then did her whole little speech on how boys were nasty.
“What’s up with you? Why you don’t be talking about yo’ lil shorty no more?” I asked my son.
“I broke up with her. She be acting too jealous when I be talking to other girls. They just my friends, though. One of the girls is my best friend too. I’ve known her since I was in kindergarten,” Lil Bill said, and I laughed because this lil nigga really sounded like he was over there stressing. Damn, even at eleven years old, these females had a way of stressing a nigga out. I guess that shit didn’t matter the age.
“As you grow up, son, you going to realize that a lot of women ain’t wrapped too tight. You can have female friends,” I told him.
Normani groaned, then lifted her head off me and looked at me like I was crazy. I laughed, knowing that I had just dug a fuckin’ hole for myself.
“If that’s the case, can I have a friend too? Let me know because I have men who are dyingggg to be my friend,” Normani said, making my kids laugh as she talked bullshit.
“Show them to me. I’ll beat all they ass,” I said.
“My point exactly. If I can’t have no male friends, then you can’t either. Excuse me. I have to go and use the restroom,” she said.
“I gotta go too,” Khari chimed in.
“Yeah, come on because I need to clean your face,” Normani told her.
I got up so Normani could squeeze out, and then Khari grabbed her hand, and then the two of them left. Then it was just my son and me at the table.
“Don’t listen to Normani. Listen, son, when you young, like your age, ain’t nothing wrong with having a friend. When you get older, and your relationships become a little more serious, then nah, it probably ain’t in your best interest to be having no friends. But right now, you still a kid. If your little girlfriend can’t respect you having some female friends, then let her ass go. You don’t need to be worrying about no girlfriend anyway.
“Next year, you’re going to start middle school. Your schoolwork and shit are going to get a little more complicated, so you need to put all your attention on that. Plus, you got football, so you ain’t got no time for a little shorty anyway. How are things going over there with your mama and her new dude? He still treating you good, right?” I asked.
“Yeah, I like Chris for my mama. Don’t say anything to Ma, but he showed me a ring a couple days ago. He’s going to ask my mama to marry him on her birthday that’s coming up next week. She’s so happy now, and that’s all I really wanted. I used to feel bad for Mama, but that came when I was old enough to actually understand. It hit me when I was like eight, that the only person my mama really had was me because you was in jail. I remember asking her if you and her were going to get back together when you came home because I wanted what some of my friends have. They live in the house with both their parents, but she told me that it probably would never happen and that you and her would just be friends.
“I felt bad for mama when you came home and moved on with Normani, but it’s cool now because you get to be happy with Normani, and she gets to be happy with Chris. I told him that I didn’t mind him marrying my mama because he wanted to know how I felt about the two of them getting married. You happy for her, Dad?” my son asked.
“Hell yeah, I’m happy for her. Your mama a damn good mother to you, she works hard, and she loves hard, so she deserves to be happy, just like anybody else. I won’t say anything to her, though, because I don’t want to ruin the surprise,” I told him then reached over the table to slap hands with him.
As soon as we finished doing that, I looked over and saw a familiar face making their way over to the table. I sucked my teeth, hoping that this wasn’t about to be some bullshit. It was Suki. The woman my wife had run into a few months back when she was in New York at the doctor’s convention. She was with a couple of her homegirls, but she left them at the hostess stand to check in while she made her way over to me. While she walked over to the table, I looked at the door of the women’s bathroom. Normani and my daughter were going to come out in a few moments because they had been gone long enough. I already had to curse one woman out earlier today, and I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to do the shit again.
“I thought that was you. I just had to come over and make sure,” Suki said.
I swear, bitches were so fuckin’ weird, man. I hadn’t held a conversation with shorty since before I went in to do my prison term. Shit, sin
ce high school. I used to fuck shorty yearsssss ago. My son was sitting right there, and I ain’t want him to witness me disrespecting a woman, so I was going to be mindful of what I said to her.
“Aight, you see it’s me, now you can bounce,” I said.
The door to the restroom opened, and Normani and Khari finally came out. They were so engrossed in their own conversation that Normani never looked up to see that we had guests at our table.
“Same ole’ Billion, huh? Look at your son. He is just toooo adorable. Is this the one you have with Sidnesha?” she asked.
“Shorty, go! Fuck is you doing, man? I’m having dinner with my family. You coming over here, showing too much excitement for a nigga that ain’t happy about seeing you. You pulled that shit in New York when you saw my wife, lying on a nigga, talking about me and you be talking. Just go. You embarrassing yourself, ma,” I told her.
