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“My name Donovan. Uncle Dymon my uncle. What’s your name?”
She pinched his cheek. “And my name is Quinci.”
“Quinci,” hewhispered to himself.
Looking past them, Denim and Diesel both wore smirks that told me that I wasn’t going to hear the end of it. I’d take it. Because for a split second, I thought about what ourlil’ girl would look like. Thick ass hair. Pretty deep brown skin. Hoped she would have hermama’scheekbones and her smile. And her personality.
We walked over to Diesel and Denim.
“Hey, guys,” she spoke. “Sorry that I had Mr. Dymon drag you and this little handsome fella out of thehouse. I know this is probably not y’all’s type of thing.”
“It’s all good. Fresh air is good for the soul,” Diesel responded.
“Girl, put him down. He can walk,” I insisted.
“Uncle Dymon.” He beckoned with his little finger. He pulled my ear close to his mouth and whispered, “Is this the pretty girl?”
Quinci looked at me and then at Donovan.I knew her cheeks hurt from trying to hold her smile.
“That was supposed to be a secret.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Only a hug will make it better.”
He leaped into my arms and hugged me before I put him on his feet.
“The pretty girl? Hmm.”
“Don’t even start.”
We walked into the gates and gotwristbands for the rides. It wasn’t as packed as I thought it would be on a Saturday, but it was still early, and the sun was just barely starting to godown. Donovan grabbed my hand and then grabbedQuinci’s. She and I looked down at him and then at each other.
What do I do? she mouthed.
I shrugged my shoulders because I didn’t know what to do neither.I was thankful for the space, though, because I wanted to do boyfriendshitlike hold her damn hand.
“Donovan, which ride you want to ride first? Or would you like agoldfish?”
“Girl, Vivian will kill us if we show up with a goldfish to her house,” Denim chimed, making her laugh.
“Any animal for that matter,” Diesel added.
“Well, that’s fine.”
“Ah, look. Here goes another game. You like Spiderman? Let’s see if your Uncle Dymon got some good aim so he can get you that big Spiderman.”
“Oh, girl, you know my aim is A-one.”
“Oh my God, Dymon, please,” Denim expressed, while Quinci looked at me with her mouth slightly open.
“Disgusting.”
“I’m just saying.”
We walked over to theballoon dart game.
“Welcome, sir.Howyou doing? You look like you got enough money to win something for both your wife and son. Let’s see what you got.”
