Tuesday allowed his words to sink in as she looked into his eyes. He seemed sincere, so she nodded her head, reaching for the door. He stopped her.
“I got it. I’ll make sure y’all get inside safely.”
She sat back.
“Thanks,” she whispered, her mind going a mile a minute as Biggie got out and rounded the front of the truck.
She had a lot on her mind, and she wondered how this day had turned out the way it did. She hoped this wasn’t what life would be like now that Biggie was in the picture.
SIX
“I wonderhow long it’s gonna take for me to get used to you being a father,” Demo said as he stuffed some fries in his mouth, dropping come ketchup on the carpet.
“Aye, man. You fuckin’ up my son’s room. Clean that shit up,” Biggie snapped as he finished putting the last of the toys in theSpidermantoy chest.
They were in the room Biggie had been working hard to get together over the past few days. Wallis was going to be comfortable as hell at his house, and he wanted to prove to Tuesday that he could be trusted.
He had kept in touch with her, checking up on his son for the past few days, but he kept his distance because he knew Tuesday still felt a way about how shit unfolded that one day. He had to admit that he didn’t handle that in the best way.
Biggie was so used to moving at his own pace and on his own time, so when Demo called and told him that Antonio was trying to start a rebellion within his operation, he moved. He didn’t think, he just went. It was a huge learning lesson for him. He understood that he couldn’t do that anymore. Wallis Junior really was putting things into perspective for him. He wasactually thinking about what moves he would need to take to get out of the game. He wanted to be a good example for Wallis, and he wanted to be there for a long time too.
That morning, they had gotten the DNA results. Like they all knew, Wallis was Biggie’s son, and it was time for him to see his son again.
Once the room was how he wanted it and Demo cleaned up his mess, he texted Tuesday.
Biggie: You ready to come through?
“What you ‘bout to do?” Biggie asked Demo as soon as he sent the text.
They walked out of the room, and Demo laughed.
“Damn, nigga, you kicking me out?”
“My son and baby mama ‘bout to come over, so yeah.”
“I see how it is.” Demo held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll go cruise the block, I guess. See what’s going on.”
Biggie nodded as he plopped down on his plush sofa, admiring some of the decorations he added here and there to make his house feel more like a home. Like he said, he wanted his son to feel comfortable there. The past few days really made him rethink his life. Wallis changed everything about the way Biggie thought, and he wasn’t even mad at it. He was just trying to wrap his head around it.
“See if you can lay eyes on that nigga Antonio. He’s lucky I didn’t put him on his back the other day. He has my baby mama and son to thank for that.”
Biggie told Antonio that he wasn’t part of the crew anymore and that if he caught him on the street, he was a dead nigga. His trigger finger itched something serious, but despite what Tuesday thought, Biggie was thinking about her and their son that day. He stopped them from witnessing a murder.
Demo walked toward the front door just as Biggie’s phone buzzed. He read the message, getting a little excited.
Baby momma: Yeah, we’re on the way.
He smiled, ready to see them. He had given her his address earlier, so all he had to do was sit back and wait for them to get there.
“Over there smilin’ and shit,” Demo said through a laugh. “Let me find out you feelin’ ya baby mama.”
Biggie looked up at him, forgetting he was even there just that quick.
“Man, get the fuck outta here with all that. Hit me later.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Demo said as he walked out of Biggie’s house.
Waiting, Biggie sat on the couch, legs cocked, and mind wandering as he turned on the TV for some background noise.
