"Tell your pops you can do whatever at Unc's crib."
"Ight, don't say nothing when she has your shit falling out."
"That's why you cut yours so low?" I asked, laughing.
"Yeah. It took one time for me to learn my lesson."
"Nah, that's 'cause your pus… ah shit!" I hissed after Nix yanked the shit out of my braids. "Nix, you gotta chill."
"See what I mean?" Wolfe chuckled. "Where's River at?"
"Upstairs sulking 'cause I told her she couldn't go out with Navy and Chosyn since they on their man-bashing shi… stuff," I corrected, catching Phoenix staring directly at my mouth.
"Why can't she go?"
"We still don't know the sex of our twins. The last thing I need is for them to hear their aunts trashing Honor and think they gonna pop out and do the same."
"Crown," Wolfe said, sharpening his gaze. "They gon' talk 'bout whatever dude they date, regardless. That's just how women do."
"And that's why my daughters won't be allowed to date. They gon' be nuns and hand their virginity over to the lord."
"I don't think that's how that works."
"It's how it's gonna work in this household. You see how adorable Nix is." I grabbed Nix and held her out for her father to see.
"Put my daughter down, nigga. She's mine. I know how cute she is."
"Right, now imagine her in kindergarten, and some snotty-nose brat breaks her crayons. What you gon' do when she comes home crying to you about what happened?"
Wolfe's jaw flexed like he was holding himself back from saying he was gon' fuck that snotty-nose bastard up.
"See how you wanna beat that imaginary kid up over some fake-ass crayons?" I spoke. "It's gon' be ten times worse when it comes to some nigga breaking her heart. I don't know 'bout you,but I'm not ready to catch consecutive life sentences. I'd rather send my kids to bible camp."
"Sending them to bible camp won't do nothing but turn 'em into freaks," River interjected, walking into the living room and grabbing Phoenix.
"Four, stop talking like that, 'fore they hear you. My daughters are gonna be angels of God."
"With a father like you… uncles like Honor and Wolfe… and a godmother like Chosyn," she scoffed. "Angels won't be the word used to describe them. Navy and I are the best chance they have."
She laughed until I stood up and snatched her glasses.
"Cortez!" she gritted, "give me back my glasses!"
"Nah, since you think our twins gon' be heathens, go ahead and be led by faith since you don't appreciate being led by sight."
"That doesn't even make sense," she fussed.
"It does when I'm the one leading and controlling your sight."
"Okay." She shrugged. "Keep playing, and these twins will wear contacts."
"And I'ma divorce your ass."
"You can try, but you're not the only crazy one in this relationship." She smiled.
"Four, what you gon' do? Call Chosyn." I laughed. My baby didn't have a crazy bone in her body.
"Nope," she calmly responded, "but I will send out the death certificate I have for you to everyone who needs it and shut down your whole life."
