“You need me to come through now?” Face questioned over his phone. “Nah, man. Me and Babi are about to grab something to eat. So, I can probably swing by in about two hours.”
“Twohours?”Ispat,becomingfedthefuckup.
He cut his eyes at me. “Man, what you tripping on?” “You,” I fumed.
He sucked his teeth, before speaking into his phone. “Say, let me hit you back, right quick.”
I watched him end the call, before dropping the phone into a cupholder.
He then glanced my way. “Now, what was you saying?”
With an attitude, I folded my arms over my breasts. “I don’t understand how you can tell somebody that you’ll pull up in about two hours, when we’re literally supposed to be sitting down to eat. That alone could take a minimum of three hours. And I don’t wanna go nowhere, feeling like I’m on a time clock, because you have somewhere else to be.”
He sighed. “Babi, come on now. Stop being so dramatic. At the end of the day, Ion work for nobody. So, whether it’s two hours or five, that nigga will be alright, until I get there.”
I huffed. “That’s really not the point, Face. It’s Saturday night, and you can’t pacify me with a short dinner, before you run around, or hangout til two or three.”
I probably did sound like I was losing my mind, because this was my first time expressing how I felt about this. Ever since we’d found out that I was pregnant, I felt like he’d leave me at home more often. Face wasn’t necessarily a clubber, but he was well known and had a massive social life. He knew everybody from rappers to basketball players. So, he was always outside at some form of social event. And I used to go with him, because I knew that nobody knew Too Low in those high places.
Now, there had been a few uneventful weekends under my belt, and that was because Face would spend some time with me during the day, take me home, then ease out the door to enjoy the city’s nightlife. And I didn’t like that shit. There was also this thing, where I really didn’t question him whenever he’d leave, because of the illegal activities he partook in. I didn’t need the details of his crimes, but that also gave him a lot of leeway to play in the streets, and dress it up as work.
So, I really couldn’t complain about the hanging out, when I
didn’t know if it really was about him hanging out. That meant that the only real resolution for my issues was for Face to change his entire lifestyle, and I wasn’t confident that was a battle that I’d win.
We didn’t have years together. His life was already established and built before he ever laid eyes on me. Then I was sure that having money and being a boss had its allure. So, who was I to come along and think that I could switch some shit up?
Despite Face professing his love for me, I doubted that I was important enough for him to walk away from a lucrative operation. I’m sure that it was probably easier to simply get another me. But I was never scared. Nor was I going to keep holding my tongue, because it could potentially put us in a bad space.
At the end of the day, I wasn’t hard up for a nigga to be with me. And I’d always wanted kids, regardless. So, if I ended up having to walk away from him, then that’s what I’d do.
“So, you don’t want me hanging out, Babi?” Face asked with a smirk.
I gritted my teeth. “Look, do whatever you wanna do. I’m just saying that I don’t like the way you run the streets, while I’m at home with the girls. And if I gotta keep feeling this way, then maybe we should just take a break.”
He immediately dropped the smile. “Wait. Hold up. You just took me from zero to a hunnid, real quick. We can take a break? The fuck are you even saying, right now?” He abruptly pulled into a gas station.
I sighed. “You heard me.”
His nostrils flared, as he shook head. “Don’t make those type of threats, Keshawn. Ion even play like that.”
I angrily shoved him. “I’m not fucking playing with you! I’m not the bitch to stay at home, while you run the streets withyour thugs!” I loudly clapped my hands. “You was the one who pushed
for this! You said that you wanted to be with me! Well, nigga, Ion want no street pharmacist! Ion give a fuck about how much money you got! It’s gonna come a time. And if you aint done with all this bullshit, then I’ll just be your baby’s mama. Cause I’ll move the fuck on!”
“Chill the fuck out!” He shouted, matching my energy. “With yo crazy ass! Ion know if it’s the hormones or what, but you’re talking out the side of your fucking neck! Cause you gotta be out of your mind, if you think that you going anywhere! And as far as this street shit…I’m preparing that exit, as we speak. It’s already in motion. As soon as the doctor said that you were having my twins, I knew that it was time. So, what the fuck are you even talking about?”
I wiped my nose, as I sniffed. “It’s in motion?” “Yeah, it’s in motion.”
“Oh.”WasallIcouldsay.“Well…whydidn’tyoujustsay that?”
“Because. I didn’t wanna jinks it. I just wanted to come home, and drop the news on you, after it was already said and done.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” he mimicked me. “Now, stop fucking playing with me.” He lightly poked my temple. “Talking about leaving a nigga. You crossed the fucking line.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry. Maybe I overreacted.” “Maybe?” He tilted his head.
