The thought of that nigga playing daddy to Unique made his blood boil. Kera could have accepted whatever she wanted from him, but that nut ass nigga would have never been around his if he knew about her. And to think she could have been in the car damn near had Brazil foaming at the mouth. He had to remind himself that it didn’t happen and not to let his emotions go there.
“I read in the news article that he didn’t die in the crash.”
“Nope, but he broke his neck,” Giavanna reported in a flat tone. “He’s paralyzed and more than likely will never walk again. Him and his wheelchair are headed to prison.”
Brazil wasn’t the type to rejoice in a person’s misfortune, but it sounded to him like the nigga got what he deserved. He was thankful that Kera told her cousin about him and thatGiavanna reached out to him. If she hadn’t, he never would have known that he had a daughter. When Unique woke up from her nap, Giavanna laughed at the fact that Brazil was scared to take her out of the swing. She coached him on handling and holding her and then how to burp her when she was done eating. During the entire feeding, she only opened her eyes for a few minutes, then she was off to sleep again. That time, Brazil held her close and stared at her in awe.
Giavanna got a phone call and left the room to talk. He wasn’t quite sure how long she was on the phone, but by the time she came back into the living room, he had been there for almost two hours. Brazil decided to leave, but he told her he’d be there to pick her up as agreed when it was his turn.
“And you’re sure that cousin doesn’t have tricks up her sleeve?” his mother’s question snapped Brazil back to the present.
“I don’t think so. She seems pretty chill. Her crib is nice, and she’s good with Unique. I can tell she genuinely wants to have her. I don’t know what her plans are, but I’m glad she told me about Unique because otherwise, I would have never known. Even if she did ask for some money, I’d probably give it to her just off the strength of that.”
“Well, I agree that she could have not told you, but you’re the father. Telling you was the right thing to do. She doesn’t need a reward for that,” his mother frowned. She went into mama bear mode real fast when it came to her sons.
Block entered the house and spotted his mother gazing at Unique. “Oh Lord, she finally got a girl. It’s over.”
“Darn right, it’s over.” His mother never took her eyes off the baby as she responded. “I had the pleasure of raising three knuckleheads. I love you all dearly, but Lord knows, I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t have at least one girl. And now, I have her.”
Block looked at Brazil and shook his head. “I hope you know that’s her baby now.”
“It sure is,” she agreed. “Give me about six months to get the hang of this GiGi thing, and you or Lethal can have a baby next.”
That comment got a snort out of Block. “You might want to holla at Lethal about that one because it’s a hard no for me. Maybe once Mario turns eighteen.”
“Mario can’t stress you out that bad,” his mother shook her head. She left the relationship with her husband mentally way before she left physically. By the time he met Mario’s mother and had a child with her, Tasha didn’t care at all. In fact, she always encouraged the boys to love their younger brother the exact same way they loved one another despite not having the same mother.
“I beg to differ,” Block sat down beside his mother. “Plus, I haven’t found the woman that I want to have to deal with for eighteen years.”
“Oh, you’ve met her. I’m willing to bet money that you have. You for whatever reason just choose to ignore it.”
Block elected not to respond. He was over the you need to settle down speeches. He would when he was ready. If he had kids, then he had kids. If he didn’t, the world wouldn’t stop spinning.
There wasn’t a doubt in Brazil’s mind that the older his daughter got, Uncles Block and Lethal were going to have her spoiled rotten. When his father came home, he would probably be just as obsessed with her as his mother was. Brazil didn’t know the first thing about being a father, but he was about to learn.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Symphony was shockedat how much she enjoyed the soccer game. She watched the game but every now and again, she stole glances at Block as he watched too. When he was focused on something, he was so handsome. His looks and charm paired with his skills in the bedroom had Symphony feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. She texted her mother and told her she was going to be gone for the entire day because she didn’t want any surprises. Mason was coming Sunday, so they could go eat, and she was going to take him shopping. Saturday belonged to her, and she didn’t want Mason popping up while Block was there. It hadn’t even been confirmed that he was coming over, but she prayed he was. Symphony had been thinking about that dick since the last time she got it.
Brazil’s team won and once the game was over, Block introduced Symphony and his brother. When he referred to her as his homie, Brazil’s brows rose.
“I’ve never met any of your female homies.” He adverted his gaze to Symphony. “You must be something serious.”
With a chuckle, she lightly shook her head. “I doubt it.”
Block kissed his teeth. “I didn’t ask for any extra commentary. All you had to do was say hello, nigga. That’s it.”
“Still grumpy as hell.” Brazil looked from his brother to Symphony. “I hope you carry around magical dust like the people in holiday movies. Sprinkle this fool and make his heart grow or whatever the Grinch’s shit did.”
“Aight, let’s go,” Block stated with a frown.
With a smile on her face, Symphony waved goodbye to Brazil and followed Block to the parking lot.
“You hungry?” he turned his head in her direction. The way the sun was shining on him turned his handsomeness up a notch if that was possible. Brazil was fine. Like real fine. But to Symphony, Block was one of the best looking men she’d ever seen.
“I could eat.”
“What you in the mood for?”
