Page 63 of His Four Leaf Clover

It was almost as if the world stopped. Nobody moved or said a word. Even Dash had stopped his theatrics for a minute to gaze at his oldest brother in shock. Fonzo was always the calming voice of reason but even he was tired of Dash.

“Now, you know you don’ fucked up anytime you got my baby pissed off,” Diva said.

“I’m gone, y’all. I can be home with my pregnant wife instead of listening to this foolishness. I’m sick of this shit.” Fonzo continued to fuss as he walked out the front door and slammed it behind him.

Monty walked over and grabbed the gun out of Dash’s hands. “Stupid ass nigga. This shit ain’t even loaded.” He threw the gun on the floor and shook his head.

“I got a daughter, nigga. Why would I keep a loaded gun under my sofa?” Dash asked as he gave him a stupid look.

“Man, fuck this, me and my girl got plans. Please, don’t call if y’all need me.” With those parting words, Monty left not too long after Fonzo did.

Admittedly, Dash was in shock. If nobody else, his brothers were always in his corner. He was used to Diva and Hank going off but he needed the support of his two best friends. As hurt as he was, he couldn’t even be mad. He was always acting first and thinking last. He swore that from that day forward, he was done making stupid moves. He prayed that God gave him his family back and he swore that he would do everything humanly possible to keep them. But, for now, he had to grow up and take his lick.

As much as it pained him to do, Dash started taping up the boxes that were already packed. He and Hank loaded them onto the work truck until all of his belongings were out of the house that he and the love of his life were supposed to grow old in.

“I won again!” Kardi yelled and laughed excitedly.

“Aww man, you sure did. Three times in a row. You better not be cheating on me.” Clover smiled, loving to see how happy her baby was.

She had been staying in a suite for the past few days, and it proved to be just what she needed. She had time to cry, think and clear her head. She went through all the stages of grief that people said a person should go through after death. The only difference was, Dash was still alive. Unfortunately, their relationship wasn’t. She decided that she loved him and was still in love with him. But she loved herself more.

And that was why she ended up answering one of his many calls. She and Dash had a much-needed conversation. She expressed her feelings to him and gave him a chance to do the same. She was honest with him about her dealings with Trent after their divorce and he did the same. She wasn’t mad that he dealt with the other woman because they were no longer together. She was, however, upset that the bitch was always around but she couldn’t blame him for that either. Caprice was a low down, dirty bitch but she didn’t make Dash do anything. Still, Clover wished it could have been her that she beat up instead of her cousin. Once it was all said and done, Clover deiced that it was best if they went their separate ways and just coparented.

“I’m not cheating. I told you, mommy; you have to keep your face straight. Let’s play again.”

Kardi loved to play old maid and she always won. She always told Clover that her face gave her away and she was obviously right. For the past few days, Kardi had been spending the day with Dash after school and staying at the hotel with Clover at night. She asked a bunch of questions, and Clover answered as best she could to satisfy a six year old. Kardi was used to having her parents under the same roof, and Clover hated to put her baby through changes. Sadly, it was life and she had to learn that at an early age. Dash texted her all day professing his love, and she didn’t deny his feelings. He just needed to work harder on his actions matching his words.

“Okay, we need to pack our clothes and take a shower first. We can play again before we go to bed since you don’t have school tomorrow.”

“Are we going back home tomorrow?”

“Yes, baby, we’re going back home tomorrow.”

Kardi was happy, and she hated to break her baby’s heart. She would still have two amazing parents in her life, they just weren’t gonna be together.

After giving Kardi a bath, Clover took her shower and packed up their clothes. Kardi wasn’t interested in playing cards anymore. She ate her ice cream while she talked on her iPad with CJ. Clover laid across the bed and checked her emails until Iva called her.

“Bitch, my baby is officially a licensed tattoo artist!” Iva yelled excitedly, as Monty laughed in the background.

“Yes! Congrats brother. I’m so proud of you!” Clover was screaming to the top of her lungs. She was happy that Kardi had her headphones on so she couldn’t hear her.

“Thanks, sis, I appreciate that.” Monty didn’t sound as happy as he should have. Inking was his passion, and she expected him to be just as hype.

“Damn, you don’t even sound excited,” Clover noted.

“Man, I’m good. You and this nigga, Dash, is ruining everybody’s mood.”

“You and Fonzo need to stop being so dramatic. We were family before Dash and I got together, and nothing has changed. Besides, it’s not like it’s the first time.”

Amina had called her earlier and told her that Fonzo was down about it too. It was crazy how Clover seemed to be the only one in good spirits. Even Hank and Diva were acting like it was the end of the world.

“I damn sure hope you don’t think you can bring another nigga around us. Iva is your best friend, but we’re one band one sound over here. Don’t get nobody fucked up, Clo.”

“Nah, my new man will be my secret, but I’m not ready for all that just yet.”

“Hang up on her, baby. Nigga don’t want hear that shit.” Monty frowned, even though Clover couldn’t see him.

“Go on the balcony and smoke something then cause I’m not hanging up on my friend,” Iva said.