“I am glad you do.”
Amir nodded.
“Since she has been around, this is the most I’ve seen you smile.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. He might have been right about that, but I was glad to show my son when you fuck withsomebody hard, they bring happiness outta you. The complete opposite from when I was with his mother—a nigga stayed mad.
After that, he went to talking about basketball, some game he wanted, and a teacher he swore was out to get him.
I kept listening while keeping an eye on Islah’s movement.
Once we made it around the way, we stopped by Sammy’s for a quick cut.
The barbershop was kinda busy when we walked in. I dapped up the niggas I knew while Amir slid into Sammy’s chair, telling him how he wanted his shit like he was a professional.
“Boy, you’re ten talkin’ like you pay rent, grown, or some shit.”
“I know what I want,” Amir shot back.
That made everybody in the shop laugh.
I took a seat against the wall and watched while Sammy got to work.
“Aye, Lo,” one of my niggas called out. “I heard you was getting married.”
I smirked. “Yeah, in a couple of months.”
The shop nodded like they were all a part of the conversation.
“I just know that shit is gonna look like a royal hood wedding.”
I laughed. “It’s gonna be whatever my lady wants it to be.”
“That’s how it’s supposed to be,” Sammy added while lining Amir up. “I bet she has binders and notebooks all over the place, and a team of girls putting shit in her ear like it’s their day.”
I laughed. “Hell yeah, but I don’t mind the shit, as long as she is happy. To be real with y’all…I am ready to do it?—”
“Really nigga? How long y’all been together?” my nigga asked.
“A few months, but I don’t care about none of that shit. I know what I want, and that shit ain’t changin’.”
My niggas nodded. They might have thought I was jumping the broom a lil’ fast, but they weren’t gonna speak on that.
I leaned back in my chair and relaxed. Keith texted me about some work shit. I handled that. My niggas texted me about adding another chain to his order and sent the money for that. I put it in the book.
Everything was falling into place. The only thing I needed to do was keep things afloat.
About twenty minutes later, Sammy finished Amir’s cut. That nigga was quick to reach for the mirror and eye Sammy’s work like he hasn’t been cutting his hair since he was a jit.
Sammy looked at me, laughing, and I did the same.
“That boy gonna be a monster when he gets older.”
Sammy and the rest of the niggas in the shop agreed.
“I just needed to make sure it was clean,” Amir said, handing Sammy back the mirror. “One of the girls on the cheerleading team said she liked my waves.”
The shopped laughed, all the niggas remembering them days.
