“Speak up,” Biggie urged her.
She looked surprised that he picked up on the fact that she wanted to say something. He noticed everything though. It was his job. He made it a point to read people’s body language and peep everything going on around him.
She blew a breath out.
“Do you want to meet him?”
Biggie was stunned to silence.
Finally, he asked, “Like, right now?”
She nodded.
“He’s in the truck with Winter and my mom.”
He wasn’t expecting that, but he had to admit that he was a bit curious. If the lil’ nigga didn’t look like him, then he wouldn’t even waste his time going to a clinic.
He nodded.
“Yeah, go get him.”
Biggie watched as Tuesday walked away and toward her truck, trying not to get too distracted by her ass in her skinny jeans. She knew she was fine as hell, and she had gotten even thicker since having her son.
“Fine ass,” he mumbled. “Shame she wants to try to stick a baby on me.”
He knew he would never sample her pussy again if he found out she was lying. People died for doing less to him.
A moment later, she emerged from the truck, but this time, she had a little human in her arms and a smile on her face. Wallis had on a plain T-shirt, jeans andJordan’s.Biggie saw fresh tears in her eyes, and once again, her reaction to the situation made him believe that she was telling the truth. What sealed the deal for him was the miniature version of him smiling at him and reaching out for him.
Tuesday even looked surprised by that.
“He’s normally really shy around strangers.”
Without even thinking about it Biggie reached toward Wallis and grabbed him from Tuesday’s arms, never taking his eyes off the little boy. It was like a mirror looked back at him. The most predominant thought he had was,if only Mama could see this.Tears flooded his eyes, but he blinked them back as Wallis girled his neck and hugged him.
“You know who that is, lil’ man?” Tuesday choked out, wiping her tears.
Wallis pulled back and put his little hands on Biggie’s cheeks.
“Daddy.”
The one word seemed to shatter something within Biggie, and he quickly gave the boy another squeeze before handing him back to Tuesday and pulling out his phone.
“Give me your number. I’m going to hit you up tomorrow morning. I just…I need a minute.”
Tuesday nodded in understanding; her eyes filled with compassion. She knew as well as he did, now, that Wallis was for sure his son. Unless he had a twin walking around that he didn’t know about that Tuesday fucked, then Biggie had a damn son.
She rattled off her phone number before Demo poked his head around the truck and held up two big ass bags of food.
“I got the goods, my nigga. I…Whoa! That lil’ nigga looks just like…” Realization dawned on his face. “Oh, shit.”
Biggie brushed by Tuesday and called over his shoulder, “Answer when I call.”
He didn’t wait for a response as he walked past Demo and back toward the car. Once they got in, Demo put the food in the backseat, reading the room and realizing Biggie was no longer hungry. He was too nosy to be hungry at the moment, so he pulled away from the busy food truck and glanced at Biggie.
“You want to tell me what just happened?”
“Shorty claimed that’s my son.”
