Them niggas found me in one of the bedrooms.
“Them niggas gone,” Frog added to my silence.
This was the second time I was chasing that girl, and her ass was gone before I could catch her.
“Come on,” I said as I turned around, walking out of the room, down the hall, and out of the penthouse.
“This is what we came here for? To find nobody?” Kev asked.
I shook my head. “Hell no, these motha?fuckas want to keep ??????playin’ with me. I am not leaving this city until we find both of them and put them both in the ground.”
Chapter 21
Home
The house still didn’t feel fully real yet.
Every room looked like it belonged in a magazine more than it belonged to me. Like I was supposed to tiptoe through it instead of living in it.
But I was trying to make it mine.
I moved through it slow, barefoot, letting my hands touch everything as I passed them like I needed proof I was really here. The walls were too clean, the floors too perfect, everything too still ,like it was waiting on me to fix it to my liking.
Boxes were sitting by the door from things we have been ordering for the house, along with wedding things I still needed to go through. I kept telling myself I would get to it all, but my mind was already running in ten different directions at once.
The wedding.
The house.
The pregnancy.
Everything was coming together faster than I could slow it down.
And I kept thinking about moving the wedding day up, not because Love mentioned it, but because with everything goin on, it seemed…right.
Like if I could get that moment, everything would be complete.
I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, scrolling through my phone. The girls were in the group chat, sending ideas still, talking about when we had to go back for another fitting, talking about their hair, like all that shit didn’t make me smile and also bring stress to me.
I felt like I needed to tell my girls something. Hiding shit from them felt odd to me. So I told them I quit my job.
That shit was easy.
They went crazy in the chat, congratulating me, saying I finally had time to breathe, calling me “wife life already,” and laughing like it was all so simple.
I smiled at the phone, but I didn’t tell them about the baby. That was just between Love and me.
Not because I didn’t want them to know, but it still needed to feel real to me.
I sat my phone beside me on the counter and exhaled, trying to steady myself and organize what all I needed to do in my mind when my phone rang.
I looked down at it to see an unknown number.
I stared at it for a second longer than I should have, then I answered.
“Hello?”
Silence was on the other end, then his voice.
