While she carried on the conversation with my mom, I said a quick prayer, and I dug into the food.
“I’m good. Just tired as hell from being at that restaurant all day. I’m about to soak in the tub with some Epsom salt and take my ass to bed. I see you sold out, girl. Congratulations. I was able to snag a set for my bedroom, and another set for the guest bedroom. A couple of my home girls were able to purchase as well. I’m happy for you. Why my son got you in the house cooking? You should have let him take you out,” my mom toldher, and I shook my head at her trying to throw a nigga under the bus.
Dionne laughed, and then leaned over, so that she could kiss me on top of my head.
“He tried to, but I turned it down. I’ve been so tired lately. Physically, I just don’t have it in me to be at work for eight hours, and then come home to take a shower, get dressed up and go out. I would much rather be in the house,” she said.
“Pregnancy will do that to you. Wait until you get towards the end. It only gets worse,” my mama said.
“Ay, don’t tell her that because then she not going to want to give me more kids. The one that she’s carrying, that’s not the only one I want. I want multiple,” I let out.
Dionne laughed, while I heard my mama groan, followed by her getting on me, telling me to be patient, and to allow Dionne to finish successfully carrying this one before I started talking about having more children.
They talked on the phone for a little longer and even made plans to hang out this weekend. Once they finished, Dionne sat my phone down on the table, and she went into the kitchen to finished fixing her plate. She brought it over, sat it down on the table, and washed her hands at the sink. She grabbed a Poppi drink for her, and a sprite for me, and she came and joined me. I watched her as she said a quick prayer over her food, and then she slowly started eating.
“You like that outcome for him, or would you rather that nigga be dead?” I asked, just to pick her brain, and see where she stood with it.
“I’m okay with whatever outcome, honestly. Tank, I don’t think about that man. You should know more than anyone that I don’t care what he has going on, and that I try my best to block out what he did to me. I’ll be lying if I said that I didn’t want them niggas in prison to do to him the same thing that he did tome. I wish for that to happen,” she confessed. I didn’t blame her for thinking that way. Shit, it made sense.
“You going to tell your daddy?” I asked.
“Hell no. I’m breaking up with you and running off with your baby if you tell him,” she said that dumb ass shit to me. I shook my head at that.
“You weird as fuck for even saying that,” I let her know, and she cracked up laughing because she found dumb shit like that funny.
“I’m just playing baby, but no, I’m not telling him. He doesn’t need that kind of stress in his life right now. I know my mom won’t tell him, either. No lie, he might try to beat her ass,” she told me.
“Ion think he’ll put hands on her. He’ll probably be mad at her though. Probably question her on what the fuck she was doing while that went down. That nigga love Antoinette though. The other day when we were at your grandma house, and your mama got up to leave, that nigga pulled one of my moves, asking her across the room where she was getting ready to go. They going to fuck around with each other, watch. She going to play that stupid ass cat and mouse game that you played with me in the beginning, where you pretended that you didn’t like me, and then she going to be sprung out like I have you,” I shared, and she scoffed, as she chewed down her food.
“It really wasn’t a game that I was playing Tank. I didn’t like you,” she argued, just like she always did whenever I would call her out on the early stages of us fuckin around.
“Ima always let you know that that’s bullshit each time that you say that. If you didn’t like me, why you went out with me that night at the lounge? After we left that poetry event,” I called her out.
“Because we made a bet, and I lost. I was just holding up my end of the deal,” she argued, and I sucked my teeth.
“Dionne, that’s bullshit. You been wanting to fuck with me way before that,” I talked shit, and she was cracking up. I swear, we have this same exact argument at least once a month.
“I didn’t, but okay. We not going to have this dumb ass argument tonight,” she tried to back out of the smoke.
“Nah. Let’s get to the bottom of it, so we don’t ever have to have this argument again. Lay it out for me, baby. Tell me the exact moment when you wanted to fuck with me, and when you fell in love with me. I want to hear it,” I was on her ass.
She pulled her body back from the table, so that she could lean back into the chair. She picked her right leg up, tucking it up under her butt, and the fact that she was doing all that moving around, just to answer one simple question, proved to me that I’d put her in the hot seat.
She thought about it for a few seconds and then turned to look at me.
“When you came to June’s event that he had, and June brought you to the table, introducing you to me, and the rest of the ladies, I just found you to be attractive. I thought that you were fine as hell. I wasn’t ready to let you fuck and have your babies though. Tank seriously, you know that you weren’t even my type. Plus, I had so much mental shit that I was still dealing with. I’ll be honest and admit that when I came back from Milan, and I went to my niece’s party, and I saw you there with Renee, I was just a tad bit jealous. I can’t tell you why, but I was. I didn’t start liking you until we went to the lounge. It’s because I got to know you. I found out that you were smart, business savvy, family oriented, you made me feel safe, and you were funny. That’s the truth bae. That’s when I started liking you,” she voiced.
I’ll take that though because this was her first time ever fully admitting to when she started liking me. She always tried to playso fuckin gangsta and pretend that she didn’t start liking me until after that.
“And when you fell in love? After we fucked?” I asked.
“No. Honestly it was before. The night you came and got me in the rain. My pussy was soaked,” she said, and I laughed at that.
“So, if you had called me, telling me what happened with your tire, and I didn’t come, what would you have done?” I wanted to know.
“I wouldn’t be sitting where I am right now, pregnant with your child. I can tell you that much,” she sassed a nigga.
“Yeah aight. Tell me anything. On some real shit though baby, you made me work to get you. I’m so used to flashing a woman a smile, and I can have my way. It didn’t work that way with you. Shit, at one point I truly felt like I wasn’t going to get you. The night you let me fuck, I felt like the fuckin man. I been having my way ever since,” I boasted, leaning back in my chair, crossing my arms, as if I was proud. She waved me off, not wanting to hear shit that I was talking about.
