Page 138 of Deuce

“What do you say?” He asked, dangling it in front of my face as he pulled off from the window.

“Hand it here.”

“I’ll eat this shit right now.”

“I’ll beat your ass too!”

He laughed as he handed the items over. “Here, greedy.”

“I’m eating for two. Remember that.”

“Whatever, woman.”

As we pulled to a stop sign, I turned his head to mine and kissed him softly.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome.”

With my mood lifted, I ate my sandwich and drank my drink with a smile on my face. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the Palmetto Women’s Care. Deuce got out and rounded the passenger side to retrieve me. Hand in hand, we walked into the building. I checked in, then filled out my paperwork before taking a seat and waiting.

“What do you think we are having?” he asked, curiously.

“I don’t know. I kind of want a girl. If it’s a boy, I want to name him after my dad.”

“I’m cool with that. I wouldn’t mind a son or a daughter. You know you can’t give me just one, right?”

I giggled. “You don’t even know how this one is gonna act, and you’re talking about more? We could have an angel or a hell raiser.”

“Baby, I have five siblings. I like having a big family. Do them muthafuckas work my damn nerve? Hell yeah. But those are my hittas. When the world is against me, I know I’ve got them.”

“I get that.”

“Also, you know that one year at the apartment is canceled and so is you working at the lounge. I need you to focus on school and I need you and my baby with me.”

“Stanley, what have I told you about telling me what I’m gonna do?”

He kissed his teeth. “Salima.”

I folded my arms and looked him up and down. “Ask me.”

“You heard what I said.”

“And you heard what I said. I can always go back to my mama. I can fix my room up real nice and me and baby Dillinger can stay right there.”

His jaw clenched, causing me to smirk. I cuffed my finger around my ear and leaned into him.

“I’m waiting.”

He ran his tongue across his top teeth and sighed. “Baby… will you please consider moving in with me. I would like for my family to be under the same roof. It’s important to me.”

I smiled, knowing that he was sincere on that front. “Now was that so hard?”

“I’m sick of you thinking you can punk me.”

“Because I can and I do.”

He waved me off. “Well?”

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