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“But I don’t want Daddy to be mad at me.”
“You let me worry about ya fahver. Now tell me.” He says sometimes he hears her sayin’ to his fahver how I’m triflin’ and how he needs to take me to court and get custody of him. How I don’t deserve to be a mother. How his fahver shouldn’t have to pay me all that child support money. I feel myself about to go off, but I keep it calm ’n classy. “And what ya fahver be sayin’ when that bitch is tryna kick my back in, sayin’ all this shit?”
“I only heard him tell her he ain’t takin’ me from you. And for her stop talkin’ shit about you ’cause you a good mother.”
I toot my lips up. “You goddamn right, I am. Do you wanna go live with them?” I ask this, holdin’ my breath ’cause I already know if he says yes, I’ma go off.
He shakes his head and says, “No. I like goin’ over there and stayin’ sometimes, but I wanna live wit’ you.”
I let out a relieved breath, pullin’ him into me. “I love ya bad ass to pieces.”
“I love you too, Mommy.” He hugs me back. “Mommy?”
“Yeah, boo?”
“Why she say you a man-stealin’ whore?”
“Oh, see. Now that bitch wanna get down ’n dirty. She said that to ya fahver?” He tells me no. That he heard her on the phone sayin’ it. I roll my eyes. “Boo, I’ma always keep it real with you ’cause that’s how I do it. That bitch is jealous of me. Always has been, always will be. I ain’t never tell you this ’cause I ain’t think it was any of ya business. But since that bitch wanna talk all freely, I’ma give it to you straight. I was fuckin’ ya fahver while he was married to LaQuandra. But I ain’t know he was married ’til after I got pregnant with you.”
“Oh,” he says.
“See, boo, LaQuandra hates me ’cause I gave ya fahver somethin’ she can’t. A son. And my baby is fine and chocolately like his daddy. And that burns that bitch’s asshole to shreds ’cause every time she looks at you she gotta be reminded that she ain’t ever gonna push a baby outta her cootie-hole.”
“How come she can’t have a baby?”
“Because the bitch’s insides are rotted.”
He frowns.
“Look, I don’t wanna talk anymore about that hatin’-ass ho. Tomorrow we gotta go to that school meetin’ and you gotta get ya black ass back in school. So we gotta keep it classy and talk that talk. Tell them niggahs what they wanna hear. You understand?” He nods. “Good. Now give me another hug, then go get yo’ musty ass in that shower and hurry up and get dressed before ya brother gets here.”
He lifts up his arms up and starts smellin’ his pits. “I’m not musty. I smell like fresh onions.”
I can’t help but laugh at his silly ass. “Boy, get yo’ ass in that shower. And make sure you scrub around them balls real good. If you musty under ya arms I’m sure them balls startin’ to funk up too. And make sure you pull open them asscheeks and get all up in there real good too. Niggahs gotta know how to wash that ass out good. And to keep them balls fresh. I don’t want you ever droppin’ ya drawers tryna serve up some dingaling and a bitch sayin’ you funky. I’ma fuck you up if you do. You hear me?”
“Yes.”
I watch as my baby bops his self into the bathroom, shakin’ my head. That bitch crazy if she thinks she’s gonna ever get my baby. I get up and walk out into the kitchen to fix him some waffles and scrambled eggs. Then unload the dishwasher. The alarm chirps just as the house phone rings. I already know who it is, on the phone and walkin’ through the door.
“Yo, Ma, what’s good wit’ you?” he asks the minute I answer. “Why you ain’t been up here to see me?”
I beat three eggs, add some cheddar cheese, green peppers, and onions, then pour them into a pan. “Jah’Mel, you know I don’t jail with no niggahs, boo. Son or not, you know I don’t do jail visits. Did you get the money I sent you?”
“Yeah, I got it, thanks.” He laughs. “Yo, Ma, you know I don’t really care about visits anyway. I just like effen wit’ you. I’m sayin’ though. How’s e’eryone doin’? You good??
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Darius walks into the kitchen and kisses me on the cheek. “Who you on the phone wit’?” he wants to know, talkin’ to me like he’s my damn man or somethin’. I tell him it’s his brother. “Yo, let me holla at him for a minute.”
“Boo, you know I’m always good. Now when ya black ass comin’ home?” He tells me his child support shit is handled but now he has to do another forty-five days for some traffic violations. “Mmmmph. I told ya ass to stop drivin’ on the revoked list, but you so hardheaded.”
“Yo, Ma, chill. I ain’t call for no lecture; feel me? I know what I was doin’. And I’m cool wit’ doin’ da time.”
I toot my lips. “Mmmph. Well, good for you. Now why that bitch, Frieda, ain’t brought my grandbaby over here to see me? I done sent her three texts and I still ain’t heard from her ass.”
He sighs. “Yo, Ma. You already know what it is. How you s’pect her be around you after that shit you did?”
I roll my eyes. He’s talkin’ about the night I took it to her face for scratchin’ his face and neck up ’cause he didn’t come home one night. Coon, boom! That bitch clawed up the wrong niggah ’cause I hopped on her ass. Well, I asked her why she did it first. And when the ho started talkin’ slick about how that was her man and how I needed to stay outta their business, I took it to her face.
