“You know you ain’t gave me no pussy in three days, right?”
She rolled her eyes like that statement disgusted her, but her breath was comin’ a lil’ heavier now.
“And since you wanna keep actin’ crazy,” I continued soft near her ear, “just know when we get back home the rent due.”
She tried to look offended, but the way her fingers tightened into my shirt told a whole different story.
Her chest rose against mine while she stood there pretendin’ she ain’t feel nothin’, and I could already see that stubborn wall she built startin’ to crack.
“Toni,” I said, kissin’ along her jaw before lettin’ my mouth brush her lips for a second. “Stop actin’ crazy.”
She shook her head like she was irritated, but her hands stayed tangled in my shirt while she tried to gather herself.
I chuckled under my breath and finally pushed away from the car before she completely forgot where we was.
“Come on, baby,” I said, takin’ her hand again.
We walked toward the house together, and I held the door open for her before leadin’ her through the livin’ room and out toward the backyard where the whole family was.
The backyard looked like a whole festival.
Pressure had inflatable slides, bounce houses, a damn pettin’ zoo section with goats and shit, a face paintin’ booth where kids was lined up waitin’ their turn, a cotton candy machine spinnin’ bright blue sugar, popcorn stands, and even a table stacked with toy crowns for the kids.
Music played through outdoor speakers while servers moved around with trays of drinks and snacks.
I looked around and shook my head. “This nigga went crazy,” I muttered.
Then I spotted Prestyn’s bad ass, and I had to shake my head ‘cause that lil’ nigga was fresh as hell. He had his hair brushed down with them tight waves just like Pressure’s hittin’ in the sun. He had tiny diamond studs in both ears, a small diamond chain sittin’ against his shirt, and lil’ bracelets on his wrist like he already knew he was Pressure’s son. His outfit was royal blue and orange to match the theme, some baby Jordans on his feet, and he was climbin’ all over one of them big ass costume animals. He was bouncin’ up and down on it like he was ridin’ a horse, laughin’ loud and wild, not carin’ who was watchin’.
I laughed under my breath. “This lil’ nigga cuttin’ up.”
Right on cue, he looked up and spotted me, and his whole face lit up. He jumped down reckless as hell and started runnin’ toward me with them short, fast baby steps like he was on a mission.
“‘Lo!”
I scooped him up the second he reached me and kissed his forehead and cheek while he laughed. “Look at you,” I said. “Birthday boy out here wildin’ already.”
He grabbed my chain like he always did.
“I got you some good stuff too,” I told him. “You gon’ like it when you open it.”
He nodded like he understood even though he probably ain’t catch half of what I said.
Pressure walked over with Kaylon balanced on his hip, and Renza was right behind him with a drink in his hand.
Pressure looked at Prestyn in my arms and shook his head. “Man, that boy been climbin’ on everything all day.”
“He yours,” I said. “What you expect?”
Renza laughed. “Nigga got more energy than all us.”
Kaylon leaned toward me from Pressure’s arms, reachin’ with his lil’ hands while babblin’ somethin’ that sounded like his own language. I took him for a second and kissed his cheek while he grinned.
Pressure watched both his sons with that proud look fathers get when they see their kids runnin’ around healthy and happy.
We stood there talkin’ and clownin’ while the kids ran around us, and at one point I glanced across the yard and noticed Zurie sittin’ in a chair near the face paintin’ booth while a lady painted a butterfly across her cheek.
The afternoon rolled on like that with everybody movin’ around the yard, laughin’, eatin’, and watchin’ the kids play. Every now and then my eyes found Toni.
