“Oh, baby. Motherhood is the hardest thing you’ll do, but it’s also the most rewarding. Do you want to know what the second hardest thing about life is?”
When they pulled away, Tuesday asked, “What, Mama.”
“Relationships.”
Tuesday’s eyes bugged out. “Ma?—”
“Just hear me out. You and Wallis Senior have created life together. That’s powerful. I think he needs to learn how to be a father and stop running the streets, but I can tell you like him, baby. When was the last time you were interested in a man?”
Tuesday had to think about it. It had been that long. She sighed.
“This just all seems to be happening so fast. I don’t even know him, but we’re bound together for life. It feels like things are all out of whack and happening out of order.”
Her mother giggled.
“That, my love, is called life. Who says you guys can’t date now?”
Tuesday thought about it.
“I don’t even know if that’s what he wants. What if he only wants sex?”
“What if he doesn’t?” she countered. “Why not ask?”
“You’re not wrong,” Tuesday finally admitted. “As usual.”
“A mother usually knows best. I would love to formally meet this young man. He’s family now.”
“Yeah, I guess. I’ll make sure that happens, but give us some time to get adjusted. After last night, I’m not even sure what will happen next. The last thing I want is for us to get caught up in a friends with benefits situation. I don’t think I can handle that.”
“Because you like him.” Her mom bumped her hip against Tuesday’s.
Tuesday had to think about what her mom said. She was definitely attracted to Biggie, and she appreciated that he wanted to take such good care of their son. There was also undeniable chemistry between them, but she had no idea what he wanted. Hell, she didn’t even know if he had a girlfriend already. She didn’t know if he was the type to have multiple women…there was just so much to figure out.
Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that she didn’t have to figure it out at that moment.
She was thankful when a customer walked up to the truck, because the more she could stay distracted, the better.
EIGHT
Wallis was quiet but active.Biggie got a kick out of watching him run around his house, messing shit up and leaving a mess everywhere he went. He never knew if he would have kids, so the bulk of his day was watching Wallis in wonder that the lil’ guy was his. He’d never been in charge of a kid before, and he couldn’t lie, when he told Tuesday he would watch him that morning, he kind of forgot that would mean him and Wallis would be alone.
His kid was cool, though. He played well by himself, got a little hyper, but nothing Biggie couldn’t handle, and he told him when he wanted to eat and what he wanted to eat. The only issue Biggie had with him was a bathroom accident at nap time. When he texted Tuesday about it, she let him know he was potty trained pretty well, but in new places he might be shy about using the bathroom and possibly why he peed on himself.
Biggie showed him his bathroom and talked him through his crying spell as he changed him and his bedsheets. Other than that, shit had been cool, and he wondered if he had been secretly made for fatherhood. It seemed pretty okay from where he stood, and him and Wallis had an instant bond. He meant itwhen he said there was nothing he wouldn’t do for that lil’ man. His mama, too, but she would take a little more work.
When Biggie heard his doorbell ring, a smile spread across his face. He knew that was Wallis’s fine ass mama, and he couldn’t wait to see her. Their time last night had been more than just sex. Even he felt that shit. He never felt a connection like that with another woman. He wondered if it was because they shared a connection through Wallis. Whatever it was, he knew what he wanted. Tuesday needed to hop on board.
Biggie couldn’t lie…he had a huge crush on his baby mama. Knowing she had carried his seed and taken care of Wallis by herself until now, turned him on in the worst way.
“Stay here, Wallis. That’s ya mama.”
“Mommy!” Wallis cheered from the floor where a circle of dinosaur toys surrounded him.
Biggie chuckled and made his way to the door at the same time his phone vibrated in his pocket. He let it ring as he answered the door, and there stood Tuesday still in her work clothes and looking as beautiful as ever.
“I need to get you a key made.”
She looked at him shyly.
