All them niggas stood up at the same time and dapped me up like they were clocking in. They all left the shop going in different directions, and I just sat there finishing my blunt.
Sammy came and sat in the chair beside me.
“Nigga you look tired,” he said low.
I smirked. “I’m not tired, I’m fed up. I don’t want my girl dealing with this shit. She’s planning the wedding, working, shit at home, I don’t want this to be a worry to her.”
“She don’t know the nigga background?”
“Nah, I want to get this shit taken care of and for her to think that he isn’t an issue anymore.”
“I feel that,” Sammy expressed. “What about the house?”
I pulled my phone back out, checking her location again, seeing if she was on the move or not.
“I’ma move us in there faster than what I thought.”
Once I finished my blunt, I stood up and stretched. “Let me go get this boy and get back home. I got some moves to make.”
After leaving Sammy’s, I went and picked Amir up, and we headed home, and the whole drive, I was in planning mode.
Amir was talking as normal, but I was zoned out, thinking about shit with Gio, the wedding, the surprise move I’m finna try to pull off. I didn’t want Islah to worry. I didn’t want Amir to worry. I had to protect my family from whatever was coming.
I grabbed some flowers and a few other lil’ things, and we made it to the crib before Islah. I sat in the living room looking around, thinking about what I needed to get out of the crib, what could stay, and how I was gonna move us with Islah, thinking something was up.
My mind was moving in all different directions when Amir interrupted my thoughts, asking to play 2K.
I nodded. That nigga must have been able to tell I was in my head.
I rolled up while Amir got the game ready. That shit was a good distraction and helped me organize my thoughts.
We were halfway through the game when Islah walked through the door, and we heard her voice. Amir paused the game before I could, and we stood up. Once I turned around and looked at her, I could tell something was wrong, but she was trying to hide it.
I greeted my girl with a hug and a kiss, not asking her no questions about what was wrong, but suggested dinner, cause I damn sure didn’t feel like cooking.
She looked like she didn’t want to, but she agreed.
Dinner went smooth, but I picked up on Islah’s vibe, and I think her ass is pregnant, whether she knew it or not yet.
She ordered lemonade with her dinner. She ate her food, and even at night, her skin was glowing, even though she looked tired as hell.
After we got home, I got her comfortable, then we passed out with me holding her.
When I woke the next morning to the sound of my alarm, she was already getting ready for work.
“Damn, baby,” I said, sitting up. “You wasn’t gonna wake me?”
She stopped gathering her things.
“I am sorry, baby. I forgot to set my alarm last night, and I am running late.”
She was racing around the room, picking things up she thought she needed, then placing it back down, then picking something else up, and putting that back down. I got outta bed and placed my hands on her shoulders, trying to ground her.
“Are you okay, mamas?”
She let out a deep breath with a slight smile.
“I am okay baby,” she said softly. “I just need to go right now.”
