“Rico, stay out my business. That’s why me, and you can never get along for long periods of time because you be trying to mix co- parenting with being involved in my personal life. You see I don’t ever ask you about hoes. I support you getting a bitch. You see I was ready to give you my client’s phone number, and social media,” she snapped, right when she turned on the clippers.
She went ahead, and started lining me up, and I looked up at her while she was doing it.
“Yeah aight. Tell a nigga anything,” I responded.
“How did it go with your lawyer?” she wanted to know, changing the subject.
“Shit, it was cool. From what he’s telling me, I may just get hit with a big ass fine. I’m hoping that that’s the case. I mean, the shit going to make me look bad when it comes to NFL teams scouting me because now my ass is a risk, but I got faith that it’s going to all work in my favor. When that day does come for the draft pick, and hopefully if I’m a part of it, I gotta get the fuck out of Miami. I’m getting into too much bullshit. I wanna go somewhere far. Hopefully, I’ll sign some major deals, so I can send for my daughter, and you can fly out with her in a private jet or some shit. Daddy baby gotta be rolling in to support me in style. She’ll be old enough to come to my games by then. You know I didn’t really want her at the games this season because all that shit was going to be too much for her,” I expressed.
She smiled at my words, as she continued working on me, lining me up.
“You going to have that little girl so rotten. I love that for Romy though. You’re giving her something that I never had. My dad wasn’t in the picture, and I’m just glad that Romy won’t be able to grow up and say the same thing. You may get on my damn nerves Rico, but you don’t play when it comes to your daughter, and that’s something that I love about you. No matter what you have going on, you always call or text me while you’re out, so that you can see where Romy is, so that you can come see her, even if it’s only for a few minutes. That’s one thing that I’ll never be able to take from you,” she gave me my flowers, which was something that she rarely did because me, and Promise beefed more than anything.
“I appreciate that. No lie, that shit means a lot to me coming from you. You get on my nerves too, but I’ll give you your flowers and let you know that you’re a good mom too. You started out rocky ass fuck though. You used to have my baby with all your home girls, having get togethers and shit at your crib, and I used to hate that shit. I’ve learned to give you grace though. I didn’t know shit about postpartum back then, so I had no understanding why you needed a break, and some of the other shit that you would tell me. I see it now. You work hard for Romy, and that’s one of the things that I love. You about to have a baby daddy that’s going to the NFL, going to sign a few million-dollar contracts, but you still out here grinding, getting yours, and I respect that,” I let her know, giving her, her flowers as well.
Promise thanked me, and then she finished lining me up in silence. It didn’t take long, and when she was done, she handed me the small mirror, so that I could check it out. She took the clip out of my hair, allowing my braids to fall, as I moved the mirror around, checking out the good job that she’d done.
“Aight. You know a lil something,” I gassed her, and she just laughed, while reaching behind me, so that she could remove the cape that she’d placed on me.
She took off the strip that she’d placed around my neck as well and used the brush to wipe away any hair that had fallen on my neck, or my shirt. While she was doing that, I pulled out a hundred-dollar bill from my wallet, and I stuck it in the pocket of the styling cape that she was wearing.
When she finished, she continued to have her body planted in front of me, examining her handy work. I don’t know what the fuck had come over me, but I was staring at my baby mama in a way like she was edible. Granted, she’s always been fine, but with the way that we beef, I haven’t been able to look past the anger and see her as the attractive woman that she was in a while.
Whatever the fuck this was that I was feeling, her ass was feeling it too because she was looking at me in the same manner. Not only that, but she could have moved from standing in front of me a while ago, but she chose not to.
I tried my luck with her, just to see what she would do. I picked my hands up, putting them on her ass, loving how heavy that shit felt. I hadn’t touched her like this in a long ass time. I thought she would slap my hands out the way, curse me out, and tell me to move, but she didn’t do any of those things.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, came a little close to me, and before I knew it, our lips touched, and we were passionately kissing. I took my hands off her ass, allowing them to go on her waist, where I lifted her, and I planted her in my lap. The kiss had my dick jumping. I was hard as fuck. Right when the thought came to mind for me to lift her up, and carry her to the back, just so that we could get a quickie in, I heard my daughter let out a whine, that was followed by a cry, causing us both to pull back from each other.
Promise quickly jumped up from my lap, and she rushed over to Romy, grabbing her from the couch. She immediately stopped crying, but when I made it over, she started fussing some more, moving around in her mom’s arms, wanting me to come pick her up. Promise handed Romy to me, and I wiped the little tears that had fallen from her eyes.
“Rico, I?—”
“Don’t worry about it. Nothing happened. Go get your keys out your purse, so I can get your car seat out,” I felt the need to cut her off because I already knew that she was getting ready to come up with an excuse about what had just taken place.
I really don’t know why we did that shit, but we did it.
She moved quickly, going to the back, for her keys, and she came back with them, handing them to me. As I was walking outside with Romy, Promise’s next client was walking in. I wasable to hold my daughter with one hand, while I took her car seat out of Promise’s car, and placed it in mine.
I took her back inside, so that I could give her a bottle, change her diaper, and from there, we were on the move. Shit was a little awkward now between me and Promise because when I told her that I would hit her later to bring Romy back to her, she couldn’t even look me in my eyes.
I prayed that we didn’t just complicate things for us. We had been doing good. Now, I didn’t know if emotions were going to get involved and fuck up the progress that we had been making.
Chapter 10
Dionne Henry
Free Dionte
“Ithought you said you wasn’t doing that this morning,” my mama called me out. I was in a black Mercedes sprinter with her, my sisters, Blake, and Tank. I tried to be discreet by keeping my head down, hiding the fact that I was crying, but my mom caught me.
It was the day of my daddy’s parole hearing, and I was scared shitless. I had been brave every day leading up to this, but my emotions started getting the best of me late last night. The devil was busy, planting fears, and fucked up scenarios in my head of my dad not getting out and possibly having to serve the rest of his life in prison.
I didn’t even sleep last night. I was in Tank’s closet, with my bible in my lap, crying, and praying to God, asking Him to bring my daddy home. My sisters and Blake came with me this morning for support. I needed all the support that I could get. My mom and Tank were going to be the support that I needed as well. Just about everyone from my dad’s side would be at the hearing, and we would be supporting each other as well. He had so much love waiting for him outside those doors, and I couldn’t wait to finally be in a setting with him that was outside of that damn prison. I waited 37 years for this day.
“I could have told you that she was going to do exactly what she’s doing right now. She started last night,” Tank replied to my mom, snitching on me, as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
He was sitting right next to me, and instead of responding back to what he’d just said, I just elbowed him in his arm.
