“It was the worst. I don’t ever want to go through that again. It was worth it though.”
She twisted to look at her son, who was looking out the window.
It startled her when Biggie’s hand covered hers in her lap. She looked up at him.
“I’m sorry.”
She blinked at him.
“For what?”
“Not being there. I know we didn’t know each other like that, and I won’t lie, I don’t even fuck with women on a deep level or nothing like that, but if I had known, I would have made sure you were straight. I’m not the kind of nigga to not give a fuck. I hope in time, while I’m gettin’ to know my son, we can also get to know each other and come to a good understanding.”
It was the first time she heard him refer to Wallis as his son, and her heart melted. She wanted this for her baby so bad, and she was so thankful at that moment.
“This isn’t your fault. We were two adults who made a decision. I won’t call my son an accident because I believe everything happens for a reason, but I do know it’s nobody’s fault.”
Biggie nodded, and they got out of the car. The clinic visit didn’t take long at all, and the lady who administered the test let them know it would only take two to three business days for them to get the results.
A huge relief lifted from Tuesday’s shoulders as they left. When they got back in his huge vehicle, Biggie’s phone rang, and he answered it before pulling out of the parking lot.
“What’s good, Demo?”
“Aye, I just got word that Antonio is causing a scene at the trap. I need you to meet me there.”
Biggie glanced at Tuesday and then sighed.
“Aight, man. I got Tuesday and Wallis with me, so I need this shit to be cool.”
“Got you,” Demo said before hanging up.
“I need to make a quick stop before we go to the park,” he said, merging onto the street, praying this shit didn’t take up more time than it needed to.
FIVE
Tuesday’s antennaswere all the way up as she took note of her surroundings. It seemed like the longer he drove, the more hood the scenery around them became. At the end of the day, she didn’t know Biggie, and though he was the father of her child, she didn’t know anything about his life, which put her on edge just a little bit.
When they pulled up to a neighborhood that had definitely seen better days and stopped in front of a house that looked run down with a bunch of men outside looking like they were about to start a riot, she knew something was up.
“Where the hell are we, Wallis?” Tuesday asked, ready to cuss him out.
“Just chill here, mama. I’ll be back in a sec. Keep the doors locked.”
“Keep the doors locked? Nigga, are you crazy! I’m not sitting out here and waiting for you with our son in the backseat. Take us home,” she snapped, watching as he reached over and opened his glove compartment, pulling out a gun. Her eyes ballooned as her mouth hung open.
“Oh, hell no.”
“Chill, baby. I promise, I got y’all. I just need to handle something real quick, and then we can go to the park?—”
“If you think I’m going to the park with you—” She stopped mid-sentence when Biggie tuned her out after she cut him off. She watched as he opened the door, hopped out, then closed it. “This nigga really just left the car while I was talking.”
Mumbling to herself, she tapped away on her phone, trying to download theUberapp. She didn’t have it because she always drove herself everywhere, but she would be damned if she stayed here with her son. No way in hell.
“Mama,” Wallis cried out.
Tuesday looked back at him and saw her son’s small finger pointing toward the commotion outside. She looked and saw Biggie had some guy hemmed up with the gun pressed against his chest.
“Oh my god!” she screeched. She was debating if she should get out and try to stop him when Biggie let the guy go and mugged him until the man got into a car with a couple of other men and peeled away from the house.
