Page 62 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

She nodded her head wildly almost head butting my ass in the chin. “Pahcorn too?”

I chuckled. “Yo’ mama gonna kill us, shorty.” Seconds later I sat her down on the countertop and began to move about the kitchen.

“Mhmmm.” She smiled deviously.

I located the popcorn a few minutes later, andit didn’t take me long to pop it. I knew the trick to that shit. Never listen to the instructions, that was how you got yo’ shit burned.

After I finished with the popcorn, getting us both cups of juice we settled in on the sofa in the living room. Of course she was bossy just like her moms, so we ended up watchingDisney’s Princess and The Frog.I don’t know how much of the movie I actually paid attention to before I passed out. Shit, the last thing I remembered was shorty feeding me soggy ass popcorn in my sleep.

When I woke up,Adorie was asleep at the end of the sofa now fully dressed instead of in her PJs. Picking my head up, I also spotted Peach walking right into the living room.

“Somebody is up.” A smile crossed her beautiful face, before she went toward the kitchen.

When I stood I stretched. Peach had the most comfortable for the moment type of furniture. Once satisfied with my stretch, I found my way behind her, pressing my body into hers. “Where you going?”

“To the restaurant. You and your sleepy best friend enjoy your movie night?”

I laughed. “Did we? Only thing missing was her mama, but you get a pass considering the fact that you took some major artillery last night.”

She cackled. “Why thank you, but no thank you. Now I have to deal with her grumpy little ‘tude because she’s going to be sleepy.”

“Nah, you don’t. Leave her here with me. I might do a lil’ bit of moving around today, but nothing too major.” Her bitch ass baby daddy flashed into my mind.

Peach turned around and looked at me for a moment, trying to gauge if I was serious or not before just asking. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’m just saying, I know she can?—”

“Nope, I got it. We’ll be straight.”

“Okay.” She made my plate, then handed it to me before continuing to get ready to leave. The entire time I watched her moving around while stuffing my face with what she cooked. A nigga could straight up get used to this shit, because even though she was trying to leave out by a certain time she still made sure I was straight as well as baby girl.

By the time Adorie and I left the crib, Peach had been gone for at least two hours. She was settled into her office by the time I called her asking how the fuck I was supposed to set up the fucking booster seat. She’d shown me once, but my focus was on her ass rather than the instructions she was giving. This time I had no choice but to get it.

“Wea we go, Trek?” Adorie asked from the back seat as we drove in the direction of where I was supposed to be meeting Cruz.

“To get my hair done. A nigga is out here looking bad, Dorie.”

She giggled in the back seat, before her eyes went back to the screen of her iPad. For the duration of the drive to the mattress shop, she was preoccupied, and I was in my thoughts. Cruz hopped in as soon as I parked.

“What’s up nigga? What the fu?—”

“Yoo,” I interrupted his sentence, using my head to point to the back seat to where I know Dorie was listening to him and paying too much attention. Because I had my music turned down, I knew exactly when she turned hers off or paused it.

“Oh, what’s up lil’ mama?” he greeted Dorie with a big toothy ass grin. The type that let me know he had some smart shit to say when she wasn’t listening.

She waved. “We get snack soon, Trek?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” Then seconds later the headphones started again. She was officially tuning us out, which meant we could talk candidly.

“Never thought I’d see the day.” He set back in his seat.

We conversed back and forth about what Ineeded from him while I got my hair lined up. I gave him old boy’s full name and asked him to get me whatever he could between the time he dropped me and Dorie off at Freddy’s.

While I got my hair cut and lined up she sat on my lap the entire time oblivious to what was going on around her. Niggas loud as fuck talking shit. Shop talk, and shorties cutting the hair as it hit the ground. It was a regular day in the shop, except here she was. In my space, like she belonged to me. Didn’t she though, especially because her mama damn sure did, so it was settled. The kid belonged to me because her mama was mine. All of this shit was new to me, the comfortability, reassurance, and most of all the questionable little eyes that looked at me with more trust than I had in myself.My kid.

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