Loco.
I’d just texted Sy and my road manager to confirm the dates for my upcoming appearances on Breeze’s tour when I glanced up and saw my mother exiting the jet. I quickly locked my phone and tossed it on the seat before climbing from my car to go meet her. I pulled her tiny body into a tight embrace before taking her bag and escorting her to my car. I helped her inside before putting her bags in the trunk then hopping in the driver’s side and taking off.
“How was the flight over?” I glanced her way and asked.
“Perfect. I love that jet.” She smiled.
I smiled back and nodded. “Yeah, Kyng shit nice as hell.”
“It is,” she agreed. “You know your father wasn’t happy about me leaving him.”
“He’ll be aight.” I chuckled. “I be needin’ my mama sometimes too.”
“I’ve spoiled the both of you too much.” She shook her head. “What’s going on that you needed me to come ASAP?”
I hadn’t told her exactly why I needed her to come out this way because I knew if I told her via text or over the phone she would have jumped to conclusions and started askinghella questions. In hindsight though, she might actually start swinging on a nigga now that we were in person.
“I need your help with something.”
“What have you gotten into this time, Makhai Matthews?”
“Damn, Ma,” I grinned and looked in her direction briefly. “I ain’t did nothin’.”
“Youalwaysdo something.” She shook her head. “What is it this time? You better not have gotten one of these heffa’s pregnant and brining me out here to meet your baby.”
“Well—”
“Boy, you better be lying! I will whip your ass right now, Makhai!” She started going off.
“Chill, ma!” I laughed and blocked her little ass hand. “I ain’t get one of these hoes pregnant.”
“You better not have,” she pointed. “I am not playing with you. I haven’t seenonewoman that you’ve dealt with that I’d be okay with you procreating with.”
“Ma, that’s cap. I been with some bad b—good women.”
“Name one, Makhai.” She turned slightly to lean against the door. When I didn’t answer right away she said, “Exactly. They’re always pretty, but never anyone that you see forever with. Otherwise, you would have brought one of them home by now.”
In my whole thirty-two years of life, I’dneverbrought a woman home to meet my parents. Not even when I was a lil’ nigga. I wasn’t ever having that shit. I was always into too much and was way too paranoid to allow mothafuckas to know where my folks laid their heads. Mothafuckas ain’t even knew who my mama and daddy were for a long ass time for real until my pops got into politics. At that point, I upped security because if something was to happen to my people, shit would get deadly for everybody.
“Aight, Ma, damn, we ain’t here to discuss my future baby mama’s.” I grinned.
“I’m not even going to entertain you, Makhai.”
“Naw for real, I do need you to help me with a baby,” I said, turning serious. “I met this girl, and she just found out about a baby girl…”
“She just found out about her own baby?” she quizzed. “That doesn’t even sound right.”
“That’s because that’snotright, Ma. Let a nigga finish talkin’ before you start jumpin’ to conclusions.”
“Keep on.” She jokingly slapped the back of my head.
“But I met a woman at the club a few weeks ago. She really wasn’t tryna give me a chance at first, but you know ya boy worked his magic.”
“AKA youmadeher give you a chance?”
“No, Ma,” I grinned.
“I know you, Makhai, but keep going.”
