“Sissy no poopoo,” Naya sits up and says, then plops her head back down on Javonte’s shoulder.
I snicker. She was right.
“What’s going on?” Charisse asks, motioning toward Javonte.
“We don’t know. Your girl made a choice. We’re all respecting it.”
Sky walks over to Javonte and reaches up for him. He bends down and scoops her up. She kisses his cheek and lays on his other shoulder.
“The fuck?” Porsche whispers.
“Babies know,” Charisse leans in and whispers in my ear.
I look up at the tree of a man. He looks more comfortable now. More natural. I trust my girls’ judgment...the babies, not the adults.
This isn’t something I expected.
“If I knew you were a baby-whisperer, I’d have asked you to babysit,” someone says from behind us.
I turn, and the woman is vaguely familiar. Then Tank and his three very tall children approach us, and it hits me: she’s the one who had that slick comment at the club.
“Hey, Joy!” Porsche calls out, and my skin crawls. I didn’t tell the girls exactly what went down or who said what because I know Porsche too well.
“Hey P! Miss Charisse.” She turns to me. “Javonte, are you back with your little painter girl?”
This bitch.
I see Porsche’s facial expression change and her mouth open.
“Joy, this is Lily Sage from Lit with Lily. Ain’t nothing little about her or what she does. She’s doing what she loves, and she’s amazing. Lily, this is Joy, Tank’s...very long time girlfriend.”
My hand flies to cover my mouth before I laugh.
“I know that’s right!” Porsche says with a grin on her face.
Joy’s smile falls off her face, and she walks away.
“Okay, Javonte,” I say as I look up at him and smile.
Chapter 21 Javonte
“Naya and Sky,” a stern voice calls out. The toddlers in my arms perk up.
“Dada dada dada!” They say it at the same time, and I chuckle. These babies are cute as hell.
“Why are my girls all hugged up on you?” He asks me.
This man looks familiar. He looks like Drummond.
“They reached for me. I wasn’t going to let them cry if I didn’t hold them.”
He takes both babies from me.
“Dru, leave him alone. The girls like him.”
Dru turns to Charisse. “I know. That’s the problem. They just go to any big tall, good looking man they see. We need to teach them to be more discerning.”
I frown.
