“Nah. Come sit with me.” Biggie pulled her toward the living room where Wallis sat on the floor, flipping through a picture book.
When they sat, he pulled Tuesday into him, frowning when she resisted.
“Biggie, you know what I said that first night in the hospital. I meant it. I can’t be with someone who is always at risk of losing his life, or God forbid that will put me and Wallis at risk. I can’t?—”
“And I told you I would take care of it, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but?—”
“And I handled it. I’m out of the streets. Demo and I talked about it on the way over here. We’re stopping cold turkey and going legit.”
Her hand flew to her mouth.
“Really?”
“Yeah, now stop acting funny and come here.”
She happily did, snuggling under his arm and tracing her finger over the bandage on his chest. They stayed like that for a few moments before Tuesday whispered, “Welcome home, Biggie. Thank you for making it back to us. Thank you for everything.”
Biggie kissed the top of her head, completely understanding her words and allowing them to resonate within him. Tuesdayunderstood how big of a deal it was for him to get out of the game. She appreciated his will to live and his presence now. It had been a long time since he’d been recognized in such a way, and he knew as soon as he was feeling up to it, he wanted to show the full scope of his love to Tuesday. Luckily for him, he had nothing but time on his hands to do so.
THIRTEEN
It had beena hell of a week for Tuesday. Biggie came home a little over a week ago, and he had been up under her and Wallis ever since. She wasn’t even mad about it. She didn’t want to let him out of her sight, anyway. It was an adjustment having a man around the house, though.
The previous night, Biggie convinced her to come to his place since it was bigger, but she let him know if they were going to spend time there she was going to do some serious decorating. He seemed happy with that, so that was her plan tonight, even though she was getting off after a full day of work.
“I’m just getting home, girl,” Tuesday said tiredly.
“Home? Or to that man’s house?” Winter asked with laughter laced in her voice.
“I said what I said. Home. Home is wherever my son and Biggie are.”
“Girl, don’t make me cry. That is so beautiful.”
“Get off my line, ma’am. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Thank you for your help today.”
“Any time, friend.”
They disconnected the call just as Tuesday pulled into Biggie’s driveway. A yawn escaped her mouth as she got out the car. Biggie wasted no time getting her a key, so she used it to walk inside and stopped when she heard soft jazz playing in the cream colored living room.
After taking her tennis shoes off, she walked into the living room and saw Biggie sitting on the couch, dressed in black jeans and a black button up; a change from the sweats and T-shirts he’d been wearing since coming home from the hospital.
“What’s going on?” she asked as she rounded the couch.
“Come here, babe,” Biggie said, pulling her down onto his lap. She giggled as he kissed her neck; her pussy thumped. They hadn’t attempted sex since he got home. She was too worried about his healing, but she knew Biggie wouldn’t be going for that too much longer. She couldn’t say she blamed him. The more time they spent just getting to know each other, on a mental and emotional level, the more attracted to him she became.
“Let’s go on a date tonight.”
Tuesday’s eyebrows rose.
“I’m tired, Biggie. I don’t?—”
“I’m not gonna take no for an answer. You know I don’t be askin’ women on dates and shit, so just do me this solid…please?”
He never said please, either, so Tuesday knew this must’ve been important to him.
“What about Wallis? Where is he, anyway?”
