Making it to his vehicle, he opened her door for her. When she was tucked safely inside, he leaned down and grinned.
“Oh, I’m definitely overdoing it tonight.”
When her door closed, Tuesday shook her head. She couldn’t believe she officially had a man now, and that they were finally a complete family, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She loved Wallis, and she loved his daddy real bad, and she couldn’t wait to get home to consummate their budding relationship.
EPILOGUE
A YEAR LATER
Never in a millionyears did Biggie think he would become like any other old head that safely got out of the game and own a gang of barbershops and carwashes. He understood why niggas gravitated toward those businesses, though. They were moneymakers, while also being low maintenance. When he and Demo decided to get out of the game, a year ago, they knew they needed something to clean their money and that they wouldn’t have to work so hard at. They hired managers for each business and checked on them daily; they could be as hands off or an as they wanted to be giving Biggie plenty of time to slip into the role of a family man and father. And now, he was finally growing his family, and he was there this time around from the very beginning.
Seven months ago, when he watched Tuesday pee on a pregnancy test, he had been damn near giddy with excitement. When they found out it was twins, Tuesday cried, but Biggie was over the moon. When they found out the twins were two little girls, they both lost it in the best possible way. Tuesday wanted alittle girl, and now she was getting two. Biggie wanted a little girl as well, and now they were blessed with two.
“Tuesday! Come on, baby!” Biggie shouted.
“Come on, Tuesday!” Wallis acted like his little shadow. Biggie had to be careful about what he said, recently, because Wallis copied everything.
“You don’t call her Tuesday. She’s Mommy.”
“She’s Mommy,” Wallis both copied and confirmed.
Biggie chuckled while shaking his head and appreciating Wallis in his little black suit and tie. Biggie had one to match, and when he looked at the stairs again, he saw Tuesday walking down the stairs carefully in a tight fitted navy blue gown that showed off her large baby bump.
“Babe, is this really necessary? I look like a beached whale. I would rather just stay in for date night and order Italian. Or maybe tacos. And I want some pound cake with vanilla ice cream, strawberries and whipped cream,” she whined as she got to the last step.
“Girl, hush. Come here.” Biggie pulled her into him, kissing her forehead and basking in her beauty. She was glowing.
“You two look so handsome.” Tuesday sniffled, and Biggie had to pull away, confirming that she was crying; something that happened a lot lately. “And I look like this,” she showcased her body.
Biggie sighed.
“Do you reallynotwant to go?”
“I really, really don’t.”
After glancing at Wallis, he let out a long breath.
“Give it to me, bro.”
“Now, Daddy?” Wallis asked; his little eyebrows hiked.
“Give you what?” Tuesday asked with curiosity.
Biggie ignored her looking at Wallis.
“Mommy wants to stay here, and we want to make sure she’s comfortable, remember?”
Wallis rolled his beautiful brown eyes, just like Biggie had just done, causing him to chuckle. He watched as Wallis produced a black velvet ring box from his pants pocket and toss it at Tuesday. It bounced off her stomach and hit the floor.
“Daddy wants you to be his life!”
“Wife,” Biggie groaned, picking up the box, “and that ain’t how we practiced it, man.”
Wallis shrugged, already seeming bored and getting antsy with just standing around.
“Man, go get your tablet or somethin’. Let the grown folk talk.”
Wallis scurried away, causing Biggie to frown. Lil’ dude really messed up his proposal. When he turned to Tuesday, she was stifling a giggle behind her hand while tears streamed down her face.
