When You Know It’s Real(18)

Nonie chuckled. “Yeah, you right, I might let him do a little something. There is a new watch and purse I want, so we’ll see.”

“Do it, boo, but you better hurry up. You know the stores close at nine thirty and it's already almost seven. It's gonna take you an hour just to get there.”

“I know, I'm already dressed and Siah is on his way.”

“Aight, well, I’m about to chillax for a minute, so I’ll see you in the morning. Don’t be late, Nonie, or I swear I’ll leave Archer’s creepy ass standing outside until you get there.” I frowned just saying his name.

Nonie burst out laughing. “You can't be doing our clients like that, Kiz, how you expect to make money?”

“Man, I don't if it means being stuck in a room alone with Archer, so just be on time.”

“Bye, crazy, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Have fun, but not too much fun,” I said and then ended the call.

For now, I was about to open a bottle of Moscato and lay up in my bed with some reruns of my favorite trash TV.



*****

The sound of my doorbell snatched me out of my sleep. Somebody was laying on that bitch like they had lost their damn mind, and it had me heated as I threw my covers back and jumped out of my bed. Storming to my front door, I peeked out the glass panel that lined one of the sides and had to rub my eyes and look again to make sure that I was seeing the right thing.

There Jock stood with a baby in one arm and holding a car seat with the other. I knew Jock had a kid because Nonie told me after Siah let it slip to her one day, but Jock never talked about it with me. Hell, I didn't even know if it was a boy or a girl, so why this idiot was standing on my porch with his child was beyond me.

“Kizzie, open the damn door and stop standing there looking stupid. You know I can see your ass, right?” Jock’s heavy voice thundered through the glass, causing me to suck my teeth and begin working on the lock.

Once I had the door open, I stood in the center of it with my arms folded, peering at him while his face was balled up into a frown.

“Whose baby, Jock? And why did you bring him here?” I knew it was his kid, but I wanted to see what he would say.

“Mine, and move, damn. You see me struggling with all this shit. You could help, Kiz.”

Jock pushed past me and entered my house. He didn't say anything else as he walked straight down the hall that led to my bedroom. This fool was just doing too much. I slammed my door and as I was locking it, Jock’s voice filled the room and startled me.

“The fuck is with you damn chicks slamming doors? You do see my son, right?”

My head snapped so quick, but Jock just turned and kept moving until he entered my bedroom. I followed and entered behind him, where Jock already had a navy and gray blanket spread on my bed and was lowering his son on his back. He looked up at me with a mean ass mug while he removed his son’s Nikes and set them on my bed before he worked him out of his sweat pants. I smiled a little as I watched because his son was cute as hell, and fly as shit with his little Nike gear on. On top of that, it was too sexy watching Jock handle him, but I quickly got it together.

“Why are you here, and why did you bring your son with you? I’m not about to be watching the next bitch’s kid.” I looked right at Jock, and when his eyes met mine, they were dark and angry.

“The fuck you mean, Kiz? This is not some bitch’s son, this is my son and that’s all that matters. Did I say shit about you watching him? I know how to take care of my son, Kizzie, so watch your damn mouth.”

Jock removed his son’s pamper, folded it up and then removed a clean one from his bag. After he had it secure on him, he snapped his onesie and then put his sweatpants on him again. When he was done, he lifted him into his arms and then sat down on my bed. Jock smiled at him, not really paying attention to me for a minute until he heard my voice.

“Jock, your son’s cute and all, but why are you here?”

“I’m here because I wanted to see you. Why the fuck you keep asking me that? You got plans or something?”

“Maybe, but since when did we get to the point where you’re bringing your son to my house? A son that I didn't even know you had.”

Jock turned his son so that he was sitting in his lap with his back against his chest. My eyes fell on him and I couldn't help but smile. He was a cutie, looking like a mini Jock, with his sleepy eyes, medium brown skin and full lips. Even the nonchalant expression he wore was all a reflection of Jock’s personality.

“Man, gon’ with that you didn’t know shit. I know you knew about him. Siah told Nonie, which meant that she told your ass. Y'all can't keep secrets for shit.” Jock wore a goofy ass grin as he looked up at me.