“Shit, baby, you can quit if you want to, and I will pay you your salary,” I responded as we walked out the door.
In the hallway, we could hear Amir rapping along to his music, loud as hell, and both shook our heads.
“You ready for this twenty-four-seven?” I asked playfully.
She nodded. “Of course, and maybe some crying too.”
I bit my bottom lip as she continued up the hallway. She just didn’t know how I would put my kid in here in that very moment, but we had too much shit that needed to be settled first.
I knocked on Amir’s door, and the music got turned down.
“I hope you almost ready?”
The door swung open.
“I’ve been waitin’ on you, old man, you move slow,” Amir responded.
“Old man?! Lil’ nigga, I can still show you a thing or two.”
Amir laughed, picked his book bag up off his desk, and closed his door behind him.
As we rounded the corner, we saw Islah waiting for us. She opened the door, and we walked out as a family. Amir walked ahead of us, still rapping the song he was listening to in his room, while Islah and I walked behind him, holding hands.
Once we got in the elevator, Amir reminded me about picking him up for basketball practice, while Islah reminded me that she was staying with her girls for the night since I had been keeping her all to myself.
As we walked through the lobby, people passed with smiles, giving us slight nods as we made our way outside. We walked Islah to her car, Amir hugged her tight, while I kissed her and helped her in.
Then we hopped in mine and pulled off. Amir was quiet on the ride. Every glance I took at him, he was nodding his head to the music and looking out the window. That gave me time to check some of the text I got, deleting the message where niggas thought it was Gio and it wasn’t.
We were about halfway to Amir’s school when he cleared his throat.
“Dad, I want to move with y’all, like, now! Mom be trippin’ too much, and I really like Islah, and she can cook.”
I smirked at his last reason.
“I told you I was working on it, son. I need to talk to my lawyer. Your mom wouldn’t take the easy route.”
Amir nodded, already knowing how his mom was.
“Well, I wish they hurry up. I want to move with y’all before the wedding so I can help.”
That brought a smile to my face. I pulled up to Amir’s school, and as he gathered his things, I stopped him.
“Amir, I ever made a promise to you that I didn’t keep?”
He shook his head. “You always keep your promises, Pops.”
“I will have you settled in our home before the wedding, I promise.”
Amir smiled, leaned over, and hugged me. “Thanks, Dad.”
I watched as Amir closed my car door and headed inside his school, and when I pulled off, I got to work.
I made a call to my lawyer first and waited for him to answer, but when I looked at the time, I figured it would go to voicemail. I left the nigga a quick message, letting him know we needed to move fast on my BM. I didn’t care what we needed to do to speed shit up, and he knew what I meant.
I made my way to the store while still getting messages spotting Gio. The nigga was all over town and dolo.
That was the wrong thing to do in my city. I could have easily had one of them niggas pop him for me, save me some gas, and some same time. But how the pictures looked, that nigga was worried, his head was on a swivel as it should have been.
