“Eww,” Citrine and I said in unison.
“Eww, my fucking ass, niggas,” Pop said, waving us off. “I’ve been in that thang since before y’all were born. As a matter of fact, how the fuck do y’all think y’all got here?”
“Immaculate conception,” I answered, and Citrine nodded. “Three times God blessed y’all.”
“He blessed these nuts, and I dropped you three niggas into my favorite place to be and then had to wait three weeks after each of you niggas were born before I got back to it.” Pop adjusted his shorts and grilled us. “Longest three weeks of my fucking life.” Pop pulled Mama back, and she rested against his front.
“You’re supposed to wait six weeks,” I said, mugging him. “And stop touching on my mama.”
“Or what?” he questioned me. “This is my fucking wife. Go on before I bust your shit.” He kissed her neck, making her smile. “Now what the fuck happened to my wall? And who is getting it fixed?”
“Citrine threw me into it,” I quickly said.
“Why?”
“Because he made a plate!” Citrine yelled. “I was coming up here to tell Mama, and his childish ass jumped on my back. I tried to throw him off, and we fell into the wall.”
“He threw me into the wall,” I corrected him.
“You were in my food, Amethyst?” Mama questioned me, and I nodded. “Why?”
“I was hungry.” I shrugged. “I called your name when I got here, and you didn’t answer, so I made myself a plate. I thought you were asleep or something, so I didn’t want to bother you.” I was lying, but they didn’t know that.
“She was busy getting ate,” Pop said, licking his lips, and I took a step back.
“I am a child,” I mugged him. “Remember my place, sir.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Mama said, shaking her head. “Get my damn wall fixed, and it better be fixed by the end of the day.”
“I’ma call Clarke,” Citrine said.
“You calling a woman to fix some shit?” Pop laughed and shook his head. “I swear I failed y’all.” He opened their bedroom door and stepped back, pulling Mama with him. “Do what you gotta do, but step the fuck away from this door unless you wanna hear how y’all were conceived.” Mama laughed as he closed the door.
Chapter fifty-two
Yale
I felt the bed dip, and then the covers were pulled back. Amethyst pulled me against him and rested his hand on my stomach. I’d spent most of the day working on a special design for my sisters. Even though they had jewelry designed by me, they didn’t have anything from me, so I decided a few days ago to make each of them a necklace. It gave me something to do and not think about everything going on around us. Over the past few weeks, our lives had been thrown upside down, and it felt like we weren’t getting any reprieve. They were still looking for Tank, but I had a feeling that they wouldn’t be able to find him until he was ready to be found, if that was ever.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Amethyst kissed the back of my head and rubbed circles on my belly.
“I was until you got in bed,” I yawned. “Where have you been?”
“With my brothers,” he answered, and I nodded. “Four is awake.”
I moved his hand and slowly rolled over. “When did that happen?”
“A few hours ago,” he answered with a smile. “They are running tests to check neurological function, but so far it looks like he’s just going to need a lot of PT.”
“That’s good,” I said, and he nodded. “I know Corinthians was relieved.”
“She was,” he chuckled. “I mean, after she cussed his ass out, she was.”
“She cussed him out?” I asked, laughing. “What did she say?”
“Baby, she was talking so fast I don’t even know half the shit she was saying. All I know is she was going on. Pacing the floor, cussing, glaring at him, and I’m pretty sure at one point she pulled her knife out and threatened his life.”
“And what did he do?”
