Page 117 of Just Like Summer

“Yeah, when you break in and make a mess, you clean it up,” she quipped, making him raise a brow.

“On Azul?”

“Stop it,” she huffed, rolling her eyes and letting Kairo get his fake head start. The doorbell rang. “And since you wanna be the big man in the house, get that too.”

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His eyes trailed Kamilla up the stairs and saw she had nothing on under that shirt. When they were out of view, he opened the door. Instantly, he curled his lip. He looked back up the stairs, hearing the giggles of his family and stepped out. Without asking a question, he punched Armon in the chest and watched him tumble off the porch, gasping for air.

“I was having a good morning. Kissing on my woman, playing with my son, and here you go,” Cairo huffed, walking down the steps. When he reached Armon, he kicked him in the ribs with his bare feet. “This no shoe rule is gonna fuck me up.”

Armon gasped and coughed. The bouquet of flowers left abandoned a few feet away.

“Nigga, I didn’t even hit you that hard.” Cairo squatted down and looked at him flailing all over the good grass. “This some nice grass. Too nice for your bitch ass to be rolling in it. Didn’t I tell you that if you so much as breathed her air, I was going to make you fuckin’ disappear. Didn’t I?”

For added affect Cairo grabbed the bouquet and beat him with them until Armon was covered in stems and petals. Armon struggled to get up and Cairo peeped the scene, thankful that her neighborhood had a good amount of space between the houses.

Cairo plucked Armon in eye and grunted. “I’m giving you a chance to speak your piece, nigga.”

“I just want to talk to her,” Armon whined, holding his eye. Only for Cairo to pluck him in the other. “Oweee.”

“Nigga shut your goofy ass up. Louder than a bitch getting fucked out here,” Cairo frowned. Rummaging through Armon’s pockets, he took out his wallet. Grabbing his license and locking in his address, Cairo pushed out an annoyed puff of air. “Tell you what. I’m looking forward to getting in the pool with my boy, dicking his momma down while he naps, and doing the whole daddy shit. I’ll give you a head start; when I get there, I’ll give you this back. Run.”

Armon struggled to his feet and staggered to his car.

“Tick tock, nigga. Tick fuckin’ tock,” Cairo taunted, watching Armon hop inside the car and speed off. “I’m gon’ blow that nigga up. Damn, days without explosives... zero.”

Cairo strolled back inside the house, secured the door, and walked up the stairs. Inside Kamilla’s bedroom, he watched as she washed his son’s face. “Ay, KaiKai.”

Kairo’s eyes popped to his father and nodded just like him. “What’s up?”

Kamilla chuckled.

“I promised you the pool, go get your trunks,” Cairo directed and his son jumped to the tune.

“Who was at the door?” Kamilla asked, cleaning up behind Kairo.

“Your boyfriend. You had him here?”

“You want me to cuss you out again asking me something crazy like that?” Kamilla posed. “Here’s the list of men who’ve been around your son – Nate, Fredo because that’s his pop, Haddon, Lucci, Charlie, and Rowdy. No one else.”

“You don’t seem too worried that nigga is popping up. I’ll get to the Fredo shit in a second.”

Kamilla stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him. “I’m not. Why should I be worried when my baby daddy handles shit. I’m not saying go to jail, but I do know you gave him a warning because he’s called and cried about it on my voicemail, but I blocked him. So, handle it, baby daddy. After…”

“After what?” Cairo asked, raising his brow while Kamilla took the shirt and tossed it in the laundry bin.

“Take your son to the pool and if I’m not busy, mine might be available. Then when we’re both knocked out, handle your business and bring your ass right back here,” Kamilla directed before closing the bathroom door in his face.

“I can’t get in the pool before the pool?” Cairo posed.

“Nope, no time, he’s already in his trunks and floaties,” Kamilla shouted from the shower.

“Daddy, I’m ready!” Kairo shouted from the top of the stairs. He pulled himself away from the bathroom door, walked out the room and scooped him up.

They were in the pool thirty minutes before Kamilla came down in a bikini. At this point, she was playing with him on purpose. Joining them, she sat on the edge and watched Kairo swim and splash around.

“How many pancakes did he eat?” she asked, watching their child slow down.