“Virginia is not too far, you should be able to visit her, right?”
She shrugged her shoulders and bit her lip.
“Hopefully, but her father doesn’t like me very much, and I think he is moving to keep me out of his life and his business.”
“Sounds like a fuck ass nigga to me.”
“Yeah, I like to think had he manned up and taken care of my sister and my niece, she wouldn’t have felt the need to go strip in that club in the first place.”
“That’s true. I know for a fact my daughter won’t have to depend on her mother for anything. I got her for the rest of my life and beyond.”
“Oh, you have a daughter.” Her face lit up from that gloomy look she had at first.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Girl dad huh?” She smiled brightly like I’d given her a glimpse into a world she remembered, or one that she wanted to have herself.
“Yeah, girl dad.” I smiled at her as the room went silent.
“Well, congratulations, I guess I’ll make my way to my niece’s house. I want to have the longest goodbye I can with her today because I don’t know when I will see her again.”
“Okay. Go ahead, gorgeous.”
“Okay, I’ll catch up with you later. Stay safe, Crew.”
“You too, Ms. Lawyer lady, safety.” I walked her over to the door.
“Hey,” I called her, and she turned over her shoulder, giving me her attention.
“Are you going to Hov’s birthday party this weekend?”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“I’m not sure if I will be in the mood. I may.”
“You should. I want to see my partner in crime there.” She laughed a little and gave me an unsure shrug before she left. I hated to see her looking like that, and that new superhero inside of me wanted to do something to help her. Why, I still don’t know. It’s not like I don’t already have enough on my plate as it is.
I guess it’s just because she’s the meal I want to have the most. Bria is like Caviar. Expensive, but I know she will be worth it once she touches my tongue. I however don't know if she will ever be available for no shit like that.
Chapter 11
Cashmier
"Cash, come and get him, he's used the restroom! He stinks!"
My mama shouted into her guest bedroom, waking me up out of the little sleep I'd managed to scrape together today.
I thought coming over here would give me some help with the baby, some peace, some kind of relief, but it was pointless with my mother. She wasn't Grandma of the Year, not even Grandma of the Hour, and honestly, I don't know why I expected anything different. It was always my father who handled parental things when I was younger, and once we got a nanny, my mother retired from motherhood, as if it were a nine-to-five job she'd worked at for forty years. My mama was always into herself and only cared about the way I looked. Why was that? Because she said I was a reflection of her, and she never wanted to look bad.
I can't wait until I can afford a nanny for my baby.
King was already a handful, and he wasn't even two months old yet. The constant crying, diaper changing, and feeding is truly a nine-to-five when you think about it.
I went into the kitchen and grabbed him from her arms, putting him over my shoulder to soothe him and his crankytears. I carried him into the living room, laid him on his back, and was just about to open his diaper when my mama came around the corner yelling like she was crazy.
"Aht, aht, don't change him on my beige couch, Cashmier! Your father isn't here to replace it if you get poop on it."
"Mom, the couch doesn't need to be replaced if it gets poop on it. You can always just clean it with a steamer, you know."
