“He’s not here. Said he had to make a run.”
I chuckled. “Oh, so daddy ain't home and the bad ass kids wanna throw a got damn party? I see what it is. Tell Hollis to hit my line. Now get to work. Let me roll through here again and see this shit, and I’ll send Siah out here to handle this. You know that nigga don't give a fuck. I’m your only saving grace. If he had seen this shit, your damn families would be planning services on the real, my nigga.”
They all nodded and looked around at each other, scared to move until I waved them off. “The fuck you still here for?” I yelled, making a few of them jump with fear.
I knew Hollis had to be missing. He was always on his shit, and if he was around, I knew for sure they wouldn't be out here throwing a block party. I made a mental note to get with him about that, but for now, I was about to run through and see Anjali.
She had been blowing up my damn phone for a few days, so she either wanted to fuck or argue about some bullshit. She was only getting one from me, and it damn sure wasn't the argument. I hoped she had her head on right or I was walking in her spot and right back out.
When I arrived at the spot I had for Anj, I parked in the driveway and made my way to the door. The second I hit the porch, she yanked the door open with a damn scowl on her face. I knew what it was, but she was holding my lil man, so I couldn't help but smile. I took him from her and held him in the air above my head, watching him coo and smile before I lowered him again and held him against my chest. I stepped inside and Anj slammed the door, causing Jahari’s little body to jump.
“The fuck wrong with you, Anjali? You just scared my son with that childish shit, yo.”
I kissed the top of Jahari’s head and then looked down into his chubby face. I swear it was like looking into a mirror. My son looked like my fucking twin. It was crazy to me. I even went through my mom’s stuff and found baby pictures of myself. Aside from the clothes, you couldn't tell one from the other. I loved that shit too. I was so proud of my damn son.
Now his mother was another fucking story. She was a one-night stand gone wrong, and I'd be paying for it the next eighteen years. Anjali was nice as fuck. Thick as hell, fat ass, pretty chocolate skin, and beautiful face, but this hoe was dumb as fuck, and selfish as hell. She was a good ass mother to our son, but I couldn't stand to be around her ass.
In fact, if my dick wasn't in her, I couldn't deal with her at all. I hated her dumb ass. I had respect for her as the mother of my son, but on some personal type shit, I wanted to wrap my hands around her neck and she knew it.
“If you would return my calls and stop disappearing for weeks at a time, I wouldn't have to do childish shit, Jock. You act like you can't talk to me or come see me, damn,” she whined.
“The fuck I need to come see you for? If it ain't about Hari, then it ain't about nothing, and you know that.”
“Oh, so it's all about him and fuck me, right?”
“Man gone with that shit, Anjali. You know what it is. I don't even like your ass and you don't like me, so why you fronting?”
I moved through her house, and I had to admit it was clean as fuck. Like I said, she was on her shit as a mother, but I just couldn't get with her on any other level. When I got to the living room I sat down and held my son on my lap. I made faces at him and he smiled and laughed like it was the best thing in the world. Simple things with him like this broke me down and had me feeling weak as fuck, but for him, I would do all that and more.
At ten months old, he was active as hell, and smart too, if you asked me. He was already trying to say words and was pulling up on furniture. My pops told me I walked when I was ten months, so I had a feeling Hari was gon’ be just like me. I loved the fuck outta my son on some real shit.
“I don't like you because you treat me like shit, Jock. All I am to you is someone to babysit your son—”
I cut that short quick as hell. “How the fuck you gon’ say some dumb shit like that? See, this is that shit I’m talking about. You're dumb as fuck, Anj. It's our son, you’re his got damn mother, not his babysitter. The fuck, yo? You really need to think about the shit you say.”
“You know what I mean, Jock. It's all about Hari. What about me? Why you don't care how I’m feeling or what I’m doing?” Anj looked at me with pouty lips and sad eyes.
If we hadn't already been here a million times before, I might have fallen for this shit, but I knew her and I knew her games. She wanted to fuck and I wasn't going there with her. Hell, I had just rolled up out of Kizzie this morning, so a nigga was good for now. I wasn't even interested in her giving me head, and I knew she would. At this point, all I cared about was my son. Everything else was dead when it came to me and Anj.