“I brought this shit in when you were gone and put it under the sink.”
I laughed.
He helped me in and poured the warm water down my back, then sat at the end of the tub, rubbing my feet.
“I am glad that I met you,” he said softly. “You have brought so much to my life and such a lil’ bit of time, and I am glad I get to be the nigga that helps you heal.”
I swallowed hard, trying to hold back tears.
“I am glad I have you, baby. The way you step for me is like no other. I’m glad I finally got my person.”
After my bath, we got into bed, and I went slam to sleep, cuddled in Love’s arms until I woke up in the middle of the night and rushed to the bathroom and threw up quietly while trying not to wake Love. Once I was done, I went and brushed my teeth, then leaned against the counter.
I didn’t need to second-guess. I didn’t need to take a test.
Me and Love was having a baby.
I placed my hand on my stomach with a smile. I was finally getting everything I wanted—everything I had prayed for.
And it still felt too good to be true.
Chapter 19
Bullshit
While Islah was picking out her dress and shit, I dropped Amir at my cousin’s house and went to the barber shop to hold a meet.
I walked in. Sammy had a few niggas in there. I let him finish what he and his niggas were doing, then after that I had that nigga close shop and had Keith call then niggas to the shop.
“Some shit pop off?” Sammy asked.
I sat in one of the barber chairs and rolled up.
“This shit got worse. That nigga really want to try me when I gave him a chance to live.”
Sammy shook his head and went on cleaning his shop while I sat there and smoked
It took about fifteen minutes, but then my niggas cars were pullin up—Keith made sure he called my heavy hitters, my niggas that will catch a nigga and hold him for me, or do the job for me.
After them niggas came in, dapped me up, they took a seat. I took another pull, slow, letting the smoke sit in the air before I finally spoke.
“This ain’t nothing new,” I said. “It’s just the same situation with a different level to it.”
One of my niggas shifted in his seat. I didn’t even look at him fully, just clocked the movement.
I continued.
“That nigga Gio…I gave him a pass and threw him outta the city, but he’s trying to come back. I don’t know when, I don’t know if he is here already. All I know is I need to get him before he gets to Islah. That nigga is obsessed with her.”
I checked my phone real quick and saw Islah was still out and locked my screen back, and exhaled.
“I want eyes everywhere. I want to know if you if he’s in the city, or when he touched down, I want to know where he’s stayin’, who the nigga is with, I want to know it all…that nigga talked to me like he was putting somethin together. We don’t need none of that. We already ready.”
“So you want us to buss the nigga if we see him?” Kenny asked.
“Nahh…I still want my face to be the last face that nigga sees, but… if you catch that nigga anywhere close to my lady or her job, let the Choppas sing.”
“Shit, say less than boss, you know we got you,” Tiny said.
