I ain’t been back to my apartment because I didn’t want to run into her ass. She had me fucked up, and it was hard seeing her. Staring down into her eyes was the hard part for me because I knew she wanted this.
I could tell she wanted to give me her heart, but she was holding back. Thinking less of herself for falling for someone. I don’t know what went on in her head, but I knew that I wanted to fix it.
“Goo-Goo! Throw!” Cherry ran over and shoved her little Barbie ball into my arms, and I tossed it out at her playset.
The one I had bought for her first birthday and put it together. Shit took me three days. Meer and Capri fake asses had a bet on when I was going to give up and have someone else build it instead.
She took off with her wobbly run with her hair flowing in the wind. “Nigga, you playing fetch with my baby?” Meer sat down with one of the twins.
I could never tell them apart.
Blaze and Haze looked just like their father. The shit was freaky as fuck, and I referred to them as the shining twins, cause when they were next to each other they just stared at you.
He leaned forward and reached for me. “Haze?”
“Yeah… told you they have their own look.”
Soon as I put him on my lap, he slapped the shit out of me and grabbed my beard. “You set me the fuck up.”
“Better you than me… Haze be whopping my ass when I give him a bath. Blaze is like his daddy… calm and cool.”
“You mean like his uncle… Meer, when the fuck have you ever been calm and cool? Take yo possessed ass twin.” I handed his son back, as he went to slap the shit out of me with those baby hands.
Cherry came with the ball and tossed it to me, and I held my arms open. She ran and climbed up and laid her head on my shoulder. “Love you so much, Cherry mama.”
I gently squeezed her like she loved, as she held onto me tightly. “K, Goo-Goo.”
Meer stared at us. “Never regretted making you her Godfather. Being real, I only did it so you can make me a Godfather of one of those chocolate babies that you don’t fucking have.”
“Fuck!” Cherry hollered.
“Quameer!” I heard Capri scream over the balcony.
Their master suite was over the backyard, so she was staring down at us. “Suga, let me handle this. You need to be worried about packing that bathing suit.”
“I’m not packing it… it’s showing too much.”
“You had three babies back-to-back… show that shit, Sug.” he hollered back, and she looked over at me.
“I’m not getting involved, Pri.” The both of them loved to get me involved whenever they needed a third opinion.
“Actually, Zoya has retreated into her mood where she doesn’t answer the phone or talk to us… I saw her in court the other day and had to run down on her… hold on.”
I tossed my head back, as Cherry was resting on my chest. “What she do?”
“How you know I didn’t do shit?”
Meer gave me a look and laughed. “’Cause I know you… know Zoya too, longer than you. She’s a fucking man eater, and you too sweet on her.”
“I’m pussy?”
“When it comes to her…hell yeah.”
Like Capri said, she came right down and sat on the couch next to her husband. “She said that you both decided to end things.”
“She’s a fucking liar… what else is new.”
“So, you didn’t agree to breakup?”
