“Aight, bet.” I nodded. “I know you gon’ say yeah, but I’m gon’ wait.”
She fixed my plate and walked it over to me. “Would you like water or juice?”
“Water cool.” I answered, accepting the plate.
I closed my eyes briefly and said a quick prayer before digging in. A nigga was hungry as fuck. I’d spent all day at the studio then met with Sy. I didn’t have time to eat shit, so the food really hit the spot.
When Diamond returned, she sat a cold water on a coaster on the table in front of me then took a seat on the chair adjacent to the couch I was on. She had an amused expression on her face as she watched me.
“You know I have more in the kitchen.”
I chuckled, using the napkin beneath the plate I was holding to clean my mouth.
“Why you watching me eat, Lord? Shit rude as fuck.”
“You’re making it hard not to.” She giggled. “I can’t help it.”
“How long she been sleep?” I quizzed nodding toward the baby. “I drove all the way over here to watch a movie with her.”
“For about two hours,” she smiled and answered. “She’ll be getting up soon, but I don’t think the movies you watch are appropriate for her.”
“How you know what kind of movies I watch, Dime?” I smirked.
“I can tell from your personality.”
“For your information, I fuck with Disney classics when I’m chillin’ and smokin’ and shit at the crib. Lion King might be my favorite.”
Her smile widened. “Really? All of that is a bit shocking.”
“Why?”
She shrugged. “It just surprises me. I took you for aMenace II SocietyorPaid in Fullkind of guy.”
“Wow.” I laughed, tossing my head back. “I ain’t even gon’ get offended by your judgement because I do fuck with those movies too, but when I’m kickin’ it, I like to watch the shit I grew up on,” I admitted. “As bad as I was as a young Lord, my mama wasn’t allowing me to watch no shit like that.”
“Yeah, I can see that. You probably got your ass whooped all the time as a child.”
“Naw, my pops wasn’t goin’ for all that shit.” I smirked. “He ain’t let my mama lay hands on me like that.”
Her lips pursed. “So, you didn’t get any whooping’s growing up?”
“Hell yeah, I did.” I laughed. “But not as much as you’d think.”
“Well, who’s your favorite character in Lion King? Scar?”
“Fuck no,” I quickly answered. “Again, I won’t be offended by your judgement.”
“What? I’m not judging you!” she shrieked, laughing, making it impossible for me to not join in. “You just have this bad boy persona going on, so naturally you’d like the villain in the movie.”
“Naw,” I shook my head. “I don’t do no flaw shit and everything about Lord was flaw. Nigga killed his brother just so he couldn’t be on top. I’d never do no shit like that or rock with it.”
“I love how you’re talking like these are real people and not fictional characters in a children’s movie.”
“Fiction or not, the shit taught some real ass life lessons,” I replied. “Mufasa looked out for everybody that was with him and made sure everyone around him ate and was good. He my favorite. Nigga ain’t even want the top spot for real, but he got it and looked out, so I fuck with him.”
She nodded, still smiling at me with her little corny ass.
“We can watch it. I just need to get my shower and stuff out of the way in case I fall asleep.”
