“The fuck you are,” Biggie barked. She glared at him, and he backed down slightly, causing him to sigh. “Man, please. I need y’all here.”
She sucked her teeth but realized she didn’t really want to go anywhere so she could make sure he made it through the night, so she looked at Demo.
“You still need to stay. I’m not playing nurse all night.”
Demo held up his hands in mock surrender as she walked away. When she was upstairs, Demo whistled. “Man, you better tread lightly with that one.”
Biggie was nodding off, but he had to agree with his friend. He definitely needed to tread lightly with Tuesday.
NINE
When she wokeup that morning, Tuesday was sure Biggie would still be laid out on the couch and in pain. She took her time getting Wallis out of bed and washing them both up and getting them dressed for the day. She had to work later, but she knew she wasn’t going to leave their son with Biggie today. Not only did he need to rest and heal, but it was clear to her he obviously needed to stay his ass out of the streets.
Biggie seemed to have other ideas. When she walked down the stairs of his home, she got the surprise of her life when she saw him up, shirtless, and with a towel wrapped around his waist. Her eyes traveled down to his large dick print, but she focused as her brows scrunched in.
“What are you doing? I don’t think you should’ve showered with fresh stitches, and why are you up, anyway? Where is Demo?”
She placed the clothes she had grabbed for him, on the couch. She assumed he wouldn’t be able to navigate the stairs, but apparently she had underestimated Biggie and his tolerance for pain.
“Good lookin’,” he said as he grabbed the clothes before reaching over and rubbing the top of Wallis’s head.
“‘Sup, kid?”
“Daddy, owie?” Wallis asked, pointing at the purple-ish red bruise and crooked stitches in his side. The area was swollen and looked tender.
Biggie threw his black T-shirt over his head, and Tuesday didn’t miss the wince on his face as he did.
“Yeah, son. Daddy got an owie. How’d you sleep, man?” Biggie asked as he walked around the corner and out of sight so he could put his pants on without his son seeing him exposed.
“Nice,” Wallis chirped.
“You mean you slept good, baby,” Tuesday corrected before she called out to Biggie. “Do you need help?” She heard him grunting, which worried her.
“Nah, I’m good.”
Tuesday knew he wasn’t, but she let him rock as she sat down with Wallis on the couch.
“Where is Demo? I thought he was staying the night.”
“He did,” Biggie answered, followed by a few more grunts.
It took everything in Tuesday not to go to him and help, but she felt he needed to feel that pain in order to never get himself in a situation like that again. She had been serious about everything she said the night before.
“He left to change. He’s comin’ back to pick me up.”
Her face frowned. “Pick you up?”
Finally, Biggie rounded the corner, out of breath, sweating slightly, but fully clothed.
“You ain’t think I was gonna to let the nigga that did this get away with it, did you?”
Tuesday stared at him, completely dumbstruck, before she got off the couch, grabbing Wallis by the hand. She didn’t sayanything to him as she marched toward the door, quickly putting their shoes on.
“Where you goin’?”
“I’m not about to sit around and condone this shit. I’m taking our son to my mother’s and then I’m going home to take a nap before going to work.” She reached for the doorknob with tears in her eyes.
She didn’t know what the hell was wrong with her or why she felt the sudden need to cry. She wanted to convince herself that it was out of fear for Wallis and him growing up without a father now that he found him. Deep down, she knew better though. She was worried she wouldn’t get the chance to explore what this was between she and Biggie. It had been a long time since she felt anything for a man, so Biggie really scared her. She didn’t know what to expect with him, nor did she know what to do with her feelings for him.
