“That ain’t worth a damn, boy. You better avenge me.”
“Well, we ain’t got to worry about that, because your black ass is still here.”
“What happened to calling? I could have been in here fucking.”
“I ain’t got to call you, boy. I’m your mama’s favorite son.”
Realizing that the visitor was one of Kannon’s brothers gave me the courage to pop my head out of the bedroom.
“Hey, Keywan,” I spoke, giving him a little wave as I walked deeper into the room. It was the younger one who had surprised his wife’s bridal party by having me sing at their wedding.
“Oh, hell nah! What the hell going on here?” he asked, looking between Kannon and me.
“What you mean?” Kannon asked, lifting his shoulders.
“Don’t you supposed to be somewhere else, Carteay? What you doing hiding out here with this big, rusty clown?”
“Boy, I got your clown.”
I smiled, knowing that I was in for a treat when the two of them got together. All they did was argue the entire time, but it was clear that they loved each other.
I shrugged. “I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”
Kannon’s brother ignored what I had to say as he turned his attention to him. “Oh, so that’s why you were blocking like hell when I told you to hook me up? Y’all asses been sneak fucking all this time.” Keywan shook his head.
“Boy, shut up and close my door before you let my dog out,” Kannon chastised.
“I know damn well Kross wasn’t crazy enough to sell you no dog.”
“Thatdogyou’re referring to is our daughter. I got my girl someone to keep her company while I’m out handling business. I need her to stay put for a while.”
“I got a show tomorrow though, Kannon,” I reminded him.
“And we’re going. Key, I need you and Bro to pull up. Bring your wives.”
“You know Moon would love that, but I don’t know if Kross and Doc can get a babysitter this late in the game.”
“I’ma ask Mom to keep Frisky,” Kannon stated.
Keywan laughed. “Boy, you named that dog Frisky?”
“She already had a name. The lame ass nigga I got her from named her Frisky.”
“Who did you get her from?” I chimed in. Kannon never did say where he got the dog from.
“A friend,” he replied without looking my way. He was lying. Kannon didn’t lie.
“What time is the show? I need to go take my wife shopping. She thinks she’s a blimp now that she’s in her third trimester. I love watching her grow our child. This shit is amazing, dog. I hope you get that experience one day,” Keywan said, cutting his eyes to me and making me clear my throat.
“Well, that’s my cue,” I said, turning and leaving the room before the conversation got any more awkward.
My stomach was already in knots, and with reason. I wondered how Kannon felt about having kids. We had never had that discussion. Him referring to the dog as our daughter kinda gave me the idea that he might not want actual real-life kids. I would have to find a way to broach the subject. For the moment,I was just enjoying being around him again. It was crazy how much I missed him when I had to be away.
“Wait, Miss Carteay. I want to thank you again for singing at my wedding. You made my baby’s day.”
“Thank you for reminding me that good men exist. It was sweet to see how much you wanted her to have a special day.”
Kannon cleared his throat, making me look at him.
