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“You’re…” She paused to show me the signs. “Right.”
“You’re right.” I repeated the same movements.
“Good.”
“I’ll be coming by often. At least three times a week, sometimes with Mason and Nature.”
“Uncle Milo, I love you. I really do. But please don’t come over without Mason. Okay?”
I bellowed, stirring Nature in her sleep as laughter roared from my chest. I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d do with the little girl on the phone, but I needed to find out soon.
“What’s good?”
Malachi’s neck stretched, exposing his face on screen.
“Your mother is at the table waiting for you. Lunch is ready,” he said, removing the iPad from her hand. “I’ll take this. Go have lunch so that you can finish your lesson for the day.”
“You know, Dad, if you wanted to talk to Uncle Milo, you could’ve just called him on your phone.”
“Aussie, get your little smart a—self out of here and join Mommy at the table.”
I listened for a remark because I wouldn’t be surprised if there was one. Silence trailed for a few seconds before I heard Malachi sigh in distress.
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do with her. She went from my sweet little baby girl to wanting to be the boss of this entire shit.”
“At least we both know she’d run that shit well.”
“Crazily, I have no doubt about that. Sometimes, her knowledge scares me. I don’t know what in the Milo Domino she be on.”
“Did you forget your mother was the originator of this shit?” I chuckled.
His hand rubbed the back of his neck as he shook his head, ready to change the subject already. I was as well.
“Mason had his first visit at the doctor’s today,” I explained.
“Oh yeah. How’d he do? They shot his ass up?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Almost everything else checked out it seems. There’s only one concern.”
“His head too fucking big?” Malachi tittered.
“Fuck you.”
“Real shit. You don’t think your son has a fucking rock on his shoulders?”
“Have you seen Maz’s head?”
“That motherfucker big, too. I can admit that, though.”
“Alright, nigga, don’t mean I’m admitting shit about Mason.”
“Denial is a hell of a drug.”
“Again, fuck you.”
“What’s up, though? What’s concerning? I don’t like the way you sound. The melancholy is all in your voice. Talk to me.”
“They ran test that would normally be performed during a hospital birth. We had a homebirth. He went to see Marcie the first week and checked out fine, according to her checklist. Breathing, eating, all of that shit. Well, today, he went to see the pediatrician and failed his hearing test.”
