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He was typing all fast like he was eager to meet up with a bitch. I knew he and my cousin were officially over, and honestly, I didn’t mind that shit had to come this way, because them motha fuckas would fuck around and kill each other one day. I never thought I would see the day when Monterius just willingly let my cousin go, but the nigga had to do that shit because what man would want any woman running after the next nigga? I was a selfish ass nigga, and my woman had to know that it was all about me in a relationship. Before my shorty ever put me in a situation where I felt like she had to choose, I would make it easy for her, and I would just be the one to dip out.
I had spoken to Twinkle since the engagement, and my cousin was happy, so that was really all that mattered. The only thing is, I ain’t want her to have to move to L.A., but I knew that’s what it would have to come to since that’s where her nigga lived. I’d met him before, back when they were dating in high school, but we had to meet again just so I could look bruh in his eyes and warn him that I wasn’t giving him a second chance to break my cousin’s heart.
When that nigga dumped Twinkle years ago, you would have thought he was murdered or some shit, the way Twinkle carried on. Then, she got to Monterius, only for him to do the same shit to her heart. That was my baby cousin, damn near my sister, and I just wanted to give the nigga a warning. So, if I had to beat his ass over her, he could never say he didn’t know.
“Never that. This my baby mama. She just sent me a picture of Tegan. I’m telling her that when you drop me off to my car, that I’m going to head over there, so I can see them,” Monterius called out, and then he slid his phone back into his pocket.
“See them or see your baby?” Dru asked from the backseat.
“My baby, nigga! You know what I mean,” he said, getting defensive.
Dru nor I said shit. I mean, Twinkle had moved on, so it was only right that this nigga did the same thing.
We approached a red light, and a woman was standing in the middle of the street selling roses. The sun had just gone down, and I swear I saw this lady standing out here selling roses this morning, as I passed through on my way to work. I looked to the left of me, and she had two of her small kids, sitting down on the sidewalk, holding roses in their hands too. I thought about my wife and how it’s been a little minute since I brought her roses. Then I thought about the fact that Normani acted like she really ain’t been feeling a nigga since last night.
She was probably annoyed by how nonchalant I acted about almost losing my life last night. Not that I was nonchalant about the shit; if anything, a nigga just didn’t want to sit around and dwell on that shit. Hell, a nigga was just thankful to be able to love on the two kids I did have, love and kiss on my wife and the baby she had growing inside of her stomach. I knew she was mad at me because she left this morning without giving a nigga a hug or a kiss when she knew damn well that was our thing to do in the morning. Plus, her petty ass didn’t text me to let me know that she made it to work like she always did. As mad as she called herself being with a nigga, I bet I still get her these roses.
“Come here, mami,” I called over the Hispanic mother who was selling the roses as I rolled my window down.
“I know you ain’t about to buy no old ass roses for Normani. These probably the same fuckin’ roses she been selling since last week. Shit probably deader than a motha fucka,” Monterius commented from the front seat.
“Shut up, nigga! It’s the thought that counts. You niggas don’t know shit about game. Let me school you lil niggas,” I spat as the woman walked over to the car.
“You want?” she asked with her accent hella thick.
“How much for all them?” I asked, and a big smile fell on her face.
“I have twenty bouquets left. Five dollars each,” she told me.
I dug into my pocket and handed her two crisp one-hundred-dollar bills, although I only had to give her one hundred. I saw the kids, and I’ve always had a soft spot when it came to children. As I handed her the money, she yelled across the street to her oldest child, telling him to bring over the rest of the flowers. There wasn’t any traffic, and we were at a red light, so the little boy was able to come over. He ran with all the roses in his hands and handed them to his mother. She, in turn, gave them to me.
“Thank you, papi. Thank you so much,” she kept saying.
“No problem. Get these kids out of here, and get them something nice for dinner,” I told her.
“I will. Thank you,” she said and happily walked off, holding her son’s hand in hers.
I watched as she packed up the cooler that housed all her flowers, and while her oldest son dragged the cooler, she held hands with her small daughter.
“Roses probably got snakes inside that shit. Keep that shit over there. I ain’t holding nothing,” bitch ass Monterius said.
“Scary ass nigga. You’ll sell some dope for a living, but you’re scared to hold some flowers,” I shot at him as I reached behind me and put the flowers in the backseat.
“I keep snakes out of my corner at all times,” he told me, and I shook my head.
In less than five minutes, I had us back at Dru’s shop, where I let both of them out. Dru had to finish working on a car, while Monterius hopped in his ride and rushed off to act like he was going to see his daughter, but I already knew the nigga was rushing so he could get to his baby mama too. I drove with the radio up loud, but after about five minutes, my cell phone rang. It was my son calling me on Facetime. With a smile on my face, I went ahead and answered the phone for him.
“What’s good?” I answered, looking at his handsome face through the screen.
I swear I spit this lil’ nigga right the fuck out. All Nesha did was carry his ass. He was at his mama’s house, and judging from his background, he was in his room, doing his homework.
“Nothing. I was just calling now that I finished my homework. Dad, can you call my mama and ask her if I can spend the night at your house tonight? She about to drop me off to my grandma’s house because she’s going on another date for like the fourth time in the past two weeks. I love going to my grandma’s house, but her wi-fi be moving slow, and I want to play the game for a little bit before my bedtime,” Lil Bill said.
I laughed at the pissed off expression on his face. I didn’t know if he was pissed off about the fact that his mama was going on a date, or if he was mad about having to go to his grandma’s house and be on her slow ass wi-fi. Before I could even say anything, I heard Sidnesha’s loud ass mouth in the background.
“You don
’t need to be worrying about how slow my mama’s wi-fi is because you not playing that game no way when you get over there. You want me to drive you to get food from Snappers, and then I have to drop you off. By the time you get over there, eat, and take your bath, it’s going to be time for you to go to bed anyway. While you on the phone telling my business, did you finish that homework?” Nesha asked. The more she talked, the closer her voice seemed until finally, I saw her in the room.
