“You did,” I said. “You were so shocked and scared about those twins, you cried in the car.”
Legend looked between us. “Y’all some hoes.”
I tapped ash into the tray. “Icon, when you and Liv having another one?”
Icon’s expression changed for half a second. It was quick, but I caught it because I watched him the way you watch men you respect. You notice what they try to hide.
“I want another baby. But I think Livia is scared.”
Legend’s expression softened. “I get it.”
“After the miscarriages, and then Royal coming early... It did something to her. I know she is scared to go through any of that again.”
Legend exhaled. “Damn.”
I took a swig of my drink as everyone fell silent with sympathy.
Legend broke it first. “Look at us.”
Icon glanced at him. “What?”
Legend waved his cigar. “Three niggas in a cigar bar talking about wives and babies.”
I chuckled. “Life be lifing.”
Icon’s mouth curved. “Years ago, if somebody told me I would be buying diapers and formula, I would have shot them.”
We all laughed.
Then Legend turned toward me and narrowed his eyes like he was lining up a shot. “So, when you having kids?”
Icon looked at me too, waiting.
I held my drink up. “I’m not even thinking about that shit right now. I’m focused on money and staying out of the way.”
“You still scared to wife somebody?” Icon asked.
There it was. The real question.
I set my glass down. “I am not bitter.”
“Tempo did you foul,” Legend reminded me.
“She did. And I was taken aback. I’m not going to lie about that. But I am not walking around wounded either.”
Icon watched me like he could hear the part I wasn’t saying.
“It just made me more careful,” I added. “That’s all. I’m more selective about who I let close to me.”
Legend nodded slowly. “I respect how you handled it.”
I took another sip. “I am so careful that I don't even have sex with random women anymore.”
Legend’s eyebrows shot up. “Nigga, what?”
“I said what I said. I don’t do convenience pussy. The easiest way to get into some bullshit is to let your dick pick your company.”
Legend laughed hard. “That’s a bar.”
