I caught his ass by the throat and said, “Don’t ever speak on my wife like that again. I’on care who the fuck you are… I’ll cut yo’ lights out, nigga,” and then released him.
On the way to the house, I made a stop by the store to grab this bitch ass cat some supplies. Now that he’s joining the family, he was gon’ need a new collar and name tag. I held off on the name tag because I ain’t know what she was gon’ want to name his ugly ass. I grab everything out of the store that I thought she’d need with the help of Google.
Pulling up to the house, I got out the car and grabbed Oscar’s ass from the trunk. The bitch ain’t want to sit still while I wasdriving and wanted to act the fuck up. I ain’t have no other choice but to toss his ass in there.
“You done acting a fucking fool?” I asked him when I opened the trunk. He stared up at me. Not even seconds later, this mufucka hopped his ass in my direction with his paws aiming for my face. I slapped him down so fast mufucka ain’t know what hit him. “Yo’ ass gon’ end up on a grill before it’s over with.” Gripping him by the back of the neck, I carried him toward the door. Wren’s truck was already in the driveway, letting me know that she’d made it home.
We entered the house, and I could smell spices in the air—cinnamon, apples… Following the aroma, I found Wren in the kitchen. She had a pie sitting on the island in front of her with a huge chunk of it missing and a carton of ice cream next to it. The steam still rose from the pie, letting me know that she’d just taken it out of the oven.
“Oh my God!” she squealed, piercing my ears. The spoon dropped to the counter, and she bolted to her feet. A lil bit too fast if one asked me.
“Where did you get it from? And why does he look so much like Oscar?” Wren stopped, folding her arms over her chest.
“I know how much you liked him when you saw him yesterday, and when you were crying, I knew I had to do something to make shit right. I spent all day searching for this lil fucker. It cost me a bag, but I’d spend whatever when it comes to you.” I dropped Oscar’s ass to his feet and he hissed, hunching his back.
“Why would you do that?” she asked, kneeling to grab him. He went straight to her as if he’d known her his entire life.
“I got him a lot of shit he might need too. We can go to the pet store and get him a tag once you figure out what you wanna name him.”
“How old did they say he was?” She stroked the lil nigga’s head as he eyed me as if he couldn’t wait to fuck me up later.
“They didn’t say. Said they didn’t know for sure,” I lied. “Let me go grab the rest of the stuff out the car.” I quickly got my ass out of there before she got to asking me anymore questions that I didn’t have the answers to.
Wren
A FEW DAYS LATER
“What did you name him?” Aria questioned me through the phone.
“Zilla.” I know it’s an odd name, but after I saw it when I searched up names, it kinda stuck with me.
“I still can’t believe he brought you home another cat. Him of all people know damn well you don’t need another one.”
“Sounds like you’re a hater to me. Don’t get mad because my man gets me whatever I want.” I poked out my tongue as if she could see it.
“Yeah, whatever.” The line fell quiet for a moment. I kinda felt bad for rubbing in her face my relationship. If anyone knew how it felt to be in her shoes, it was me. I’ve witnessed it first-hand. I’ve prayed so many times that she finds a decent man that’ll be good for her and Zion. They both deserve it.
“I’m pulling up to yo’ house,” I told her as I turned onto her street.
“Alright, I’m about to come out the door.” The phone beeped and I placed it in the cupholder.
Turning into her driveway, I sat there, waiting for her to come out the door. “Uh uh, we’re riding in my car. I don’t feel like riding around in that all day.”
“Fine by me,” was my response. That just meant that I could relax in the passenger seat.
I pulled my truck up on the side of Aria’s car and turned it off. Reaching over, I grabbed my purse from the passenger seat and got out the truck.
“Maniac ain’t gon’ pop out on our ass while we’re out is it?” she teased as I stepped to the passenger door. She’d grown accustomed to him barging in on our girl time.
“I can’t help that my man loves me, but no. I think he has some business that he has to take care of today, plus he told me that he had to go up there and see Wicked.”
“What prison is he at again?” she asked when we climbed into the car.
“I can’t remember, but I can ask Maniac if you want me to.”
“No, that’s okay. I was just asking to be nosey.”
Aria backed out the driveway and headed toward the store. We were going into one of the baby stores out in Eastchase to look at some items. We didn’t know what we were having yet, but that didn’t stop me from looking around to see if there was anything I wanted to get. I didn’t have to know what I was having to buy nursery furniture among other things. Aria wanted me to have a gender reveal and baby shower.
