“Man whatever. Lemme ask you something though.”
I glanced in his direction all ears for what was coming next. Knowing Namari it was about to be something slick, so I had to brace myself.
“When are you going to give me a baby?”
I nearly choked on the saliva in my mouth before I stared in his direction. “Um excuse me?”
“You heard what I asked. I mean you just did all that dramatic shit, so you had to hear me right?”
I shook my head. “You want a baby? A kid. An infant. Something that depends on you and I? Are you serious?”
“As a fucking heartbeat. I ain’t saying you gotta gimme one right now or no shit like that, but I do want one.”
“Well, since you said not right now I’m fine with that. When the time is right I’ll give you a baby.” Something told me that statement would come back and bite me in the ass one day. All I could hope was that it wasn’t soon. I wanted everything but a baby right now. My life had literally flashed before my eyes a few months ago, and I realized that I wasn’t doing enough. Though my life was good, I wanted more… shit I needed more because there was so much more life out there than what I’d experienced. “Just promise me we’ll travel and experience more before we settle into trying to make a baby and acting like Chicago is all there is to life.”
“I told you to plan the trips and we could go whenever outreach ready, but you’re the motherfucker who decided to take on a whole bunch of projects as soon as you were able. Shit, if I could take pictures I’d rather be snapping shit like the pyramids and not these ugly ass broads looking like apes doing maternity shoots.
“Namari!”
“What? I’m just saying love.”
He was so damn rude at times. Like I really don’t think somebody with thin skin could ever take him, because she really didn’t care what came out of his mouth. It just came out and he never seemed to realize how offensive some of the shit he said was. He was damn near oblivious, but I also knew he didn’t care. Either way he wasmy man, my man, my man.
“I think you want me to fuck you in this dressing room.” Namari’s voice made me turn around and look at him. He had gotten everything he needed, so now we were inNordstromand I was trying on a few pieces that I liked. Instead of sitting outside while I tried everything on, he made sure he sat on the sofa in the corner of the room. Though most of the time he was on the phone I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. Now that he was off the phone I could feel a little more than that. He was on something else which meant I needed to hurry up and be done before I got very X-rated in here.
“I definitely don’t don’t know what you’re talking about. But unzip me and let me get dressed so we can pay and go.”
“Now you wanna pay and go.” He laughed.
“Yeah, because you’re trying to fuck in these people’s establishment.” I walked over to him and turned my back to him so that he could unzip me. It only took him a second before he slapped my ass and I walked out of his immediate space.
“Nah that’s you keep on getting naked in front of me like everything about you don’t have me ready to bust a couple moves.”
“Even with my scars?” I’ll admit the three bullet wound marks on my abdomen and side made me feel self-conscioussometimes. I don’t know why because they were proof that I had gone through some shit, but also they were proof that I had almost lost my life. They were scars that I’d likely wear for the rest of my life.
“C’mere.”
It took me a minute, but I finally walked over to him when I had my jeans back on. He pulled me into his lap, before leaning into me and kissing my shoulder. “Even with the scars that I don’t pay no fucking attention to this is all you. Err’thing about me is all you.”
I just peered down at him, because this moment right here was what I was talking about. Namari was the only man with the ability to look at me like I meant the world to him and I believed him. Mommy issues and all this man owned my soul with just one look. God had the audacity to give me this man during my ho phase… Now look at me all in love and shit.
An abrupt knock at the door broke my thought and nearly made me jump from his lap. “Is everything good here?” The nosy ass sales lady who made it a habit of following us through her store made her presence outside the door known.
“Hell yeah, why the fuck wouldn’t it be? Y’all motherfuckers take your jobs way too fucking seriously.” Namari’s voice boomed as I stood from his lap and went back to getting dressed.
It didn’t take long for me to finish getting fully dressed to leave. Once we exited the dressing room I sat everything on the counter and went to go in my bag, but he stopped me. “I got it, baby mama.”
“Namari.”
“What?” He glanced at me momentarily, before reaching into his pocket going for his wallet. He was literally the only hood nigga I knew that didn’t carry cash. He claimed that it was too unclean for his liking which made me giggle every time I thought about it. Shit, everything in the fucking world was unclean, buthe had his logic and who was I to debunk it?My man, my man, my man.
While he was still paying for everything I slipped off and went to the restroom across from the store. I had been holding my pee since we first left the house and that was hours ago. After I was finished and had dried my hand I walked out of the washroom oblivious to my surroundings until I heard a semi-familiar voice.
“You look good. It’s been a while since a nigga laid eyes on you.” Requ’s voice sent chills down my spine especially because of Namari’s theory.
“Thank you, have a go—” I started.
“Oh, so it’s like that? You start messing with that nigga and now you diss me? Doesn’t matter though, because when I shoot I rarely miss. You’re lucky, love.”
