“Didn’t I tell yo’ ass she won’t my girl? We didn’t break up, but after I read yo letter, I went inside and told her I wasn’t fucking with her no more. Then I sent her ass home with a driver.”
“And you’re sure that’s what you want? Y’all seemed mighty cozy, and last night I literally heard her call you baby.”
“Okay, did you hear me respond to the shit?”
“I don’t know what you said on the other end of that phone.”
“Well, I didn’t. Like I said, I was only fucking with her on some rebound-type shit. She was fine, but she annoying as hell, and all that ass was a waste because she can’t fuck.”
“Okay, talking about you fucking her is a real easy way to piss me off, Kasra.”
“I’m just saying.”
“But if you say y’all done, I’m going to believe it because I trust you.”
“Good, I told you before… she’s not you.”
“No, she’s not.” Yanna agreed, laying her head onto Kas’ chest. “I love you, Kas.”
“Gotdamn.” Kas gaped. Her verbally professing her love still music to his ears. “I love you, too.”
“Perfect. Now can we please go back inside? I think I got sand in my coochie.”
Kas laughed, standing and brushing sand from her dress and body. They slid on their shoes then he lifted her up, hoping that when they made it back inside, it wouldn’t be obvious what they’d been doing. Then again, he couldn’t care less. All that mattered was that he had his girl back, and he’d be damned if ever he let her go again.
CHAPTER THIRTY
7 MONTHS LATER….
Kas and Yanna were hand in hand as they knocked on the door of Nouri’s newly purchased Henrico County home. It didn’t take much for Nouri to decide he wanted to stay in Virginia. There was no way he could leave his boys so soon, and he loved living in the same city as Maya again. If he was being honest, being close to Layla gave him solace as well. A few seconds passed before Nouri opened the door, stepping aside for Kas and Yanna to enter.
“You really need to put some plants in here, artwork or something. The place don’t have to lookthisdamn masculine,” Layla complained, walking throughout the living room with a glass of wine in her hand. A look mixed with shock and guilt covered her face as she noticed two of her children had entered the home. “Oh, h-hey baby boy… ladybug. I thought y’all weren’t supposed to be here for another half hour or so.”
“H-hey, mumma. I’m sure you didn’t think we’d be here yet. What the hell you doing here?” Suspicious eyes trailed the length of his mother, twisting his face at what he saw. “And why the hell you so comfortable? Where yo shoes at? Why you drinking? Nouri, you trying to get my mumma drunk?”
“Ooh, Kas, this ain’t they first time doing this either. That’s Layla’s favorite wine over there.” Yanna added, pointing out the bottle of red wine she knew Layla preferred.
“How many times you been to this nigga house, mumma?”
“And what y’all be doing?”
“I do believe I’m the parent in this situation. Just like I stay out of y’all business, I’d appreciate if y’all would stay out of mine.”
“Mumma Lay, you gotbusinesswith your baby daddy?”
“Shut the hell up, little girl. Ain’t nothing going on with me and Nouri.”
A hearty laugh fled Nouri’s chest witnessing the interaction.
“Ain’t shit funny.”
“Aye, you gone learn to watch that mouth, little nigga.” Nouri pointed a finger at Kas.
“Not him trying to be a parent.” Yanna giggled, prompting Nouri to turn his attention to her.
“And you must be Jaiyanna.”
“I am.”
