“You hungry, beautiful?” Yaseer questioned, taking me out of my thoughts.
“I’ll go grab something, don’t worry about it.”
“Nah, I got it. What you want me to put on your plate?”
“Ummm, Quincy said the wagyu sliders were good. I’ll also take some popcorn, it smells so good.”
“I got you.” Yaseer pecked my lips and went to the back of the suite to make my plate.
“I like the way he takes care of you,” Quincy commented, taking my attention away from Yaseer.
“I do too,” I bubbled.
“At first, it was a little weird seeing you with someone other than Dad, but I can tell he helped you get that spark back. If you’re happy I’m happy.”
“You noticed?” I squeaked.
“It was hard not to notice. You weren’t getting your hair done. You were always wearing joggers, no matter the weather. I just didn’t know what to do or say.” Quincy confessed.
“That’s okay. It’s not your job to take care of me. I got me and I’m getting back to myself,” I assured him with a smile.
“Mom, I’m always going to worry about you. When I make it to the MLB, I’m going to take care of you. I love you and appreciate you so much.”
“Awww Quincy. I love you too,” I wrapped him up in my arms. “I promise I’m not hurting for money though. I just want to see you succeed for yourself. I got me.”
I felt Lil Q’s arms wrap around me from behind. “Family hug.” He grinned, breaking away from us.
“Ma, can you double up my allowance this week. I had to get an oil change for my truck, and we are going to Universal tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I’ll send you some more money,” I confirmed.
“Yo ass need to get a job and get on a budget,” Quincy chastised him.
“Shut up nigga, you don’t have a job. And your apartment costs wayyyyy more than what I’m asking for. You live twenty minutes away. You could be right at the crib with us,” Lil Q argued.
“I paid my own bills this month, jit. You ain’t see my face off two seventy-five?” Quincy bragged.
“Nigga got one check and now he thinks he got Bill Gates money.”
“Alright, relax.” I cut in.
Yaseer came over with the wagyu sliders and a few cookies on a plate with a bucket of popcorn in his hands. I could tell I was about to be in heaven.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Quinten “Lil Q” Bentley Jr.
“Ma, you copped a new whip?” I questioned watching her and Yaseer approach a clean ass purple Bentley after embracing her in a hug.
“Yaseer bought it for me,” she chirped.
“Okayyyyyy, Mama Marissa got that new custom Bentley pussy!” Girl Quori shouted, sticking her tongue out.
“Alright man, you doin’ too much!” Quincy mushed her as she snickered.
“My bad, forgot young ears were out here,” she cackled harder.
“Aye jit, keep your hands off my wife,” Vez joked, throwing his set up to slap box with Quincy for a few seconds.
