Page 46 of Read the Room

That was that shit right there. Blake or Blakeney, as her clients call her, was a Tiny Tots Curator. Her ass just killed the fuck out of this pregnant girl, but her day job was to buy baby shit for expecting and new parents. She was a completely different person when she was in her clients’ faces than she was right now—a monster with a heart. Her name needed to be Sully too, shit.

“Thank you for that, Blake.” I turned my attention to the three men left. “I commend you gentlemen for not begging for your life. Logan, let me do this for my wife.”

Pow!

His screams invigorated my soul. Sully and Stitch grabbed the front middle of their jeans.

“Fuck, man! Give a warning that you’re about to shoot a man in his dick,” Stitch fussed.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m ready to get to my wife. Sully, it’s three of them, so you want to do a one, one, two?” I asked him since he had his piece out ready to put in work.

He looked at the three men. “Yeah, that works. You can have Logan. I got bitch ass Jeremy, and the nigga in the middle whose name isn’t even important enough to ask, we’ll both take.”

Our heads nodded toward each other. We lifted our guns, and four head shots ended the mayhem. This house would be burned down as well. The cleaning crew would come throughto do a little bit of magic with these kills first before the flames rolled.

There was so much to learn from this experience that put my family in danger. Never again would I take anything lightly when it came to my safety and the safety of those around me. I gave Jeremy way too much rope to be able to do the shit that he did. He should have been dead during week one of this ordeal.That mistake will never happen again.

A part of me knew that everything that happened in life happened the way it did for a reason. The reason could have been for me to have the time I needed with my baby and son to find my true love. That was cool and all, but God could have found a way that didn’t make my ass have to send people to the judgment table.

The biggest lesson in all of this was my room. Reading your room was cool. When you were in your room, there could be something missing, something that just wasn’t reading correctly. It could be a word, sentence, a thought, a person missing that made the room incomplete. When I read my room, it was love. My room was missing love.

Because of a series of unfortunate events, I was forced to add something to my room that completed every sentence and thought. Tsireya Jordan was the addition to turn it into my peaceful palace. Lucas Jedidiah Jordan was the right additional touch that completed the atmosphere. My room would forever be grateful for the additions, and my heart would forever be full.

Some Time Later…

Time had beengood for the Jordans. Years ago, when their worlds were turned upside down by the series of unfortunate events, it brought them together but at a cost. It was a scary time, and someone they loved was hurt.

Mama Bee recovered like the champ she was, but nothing was ever the same. Lo’ak and Tsireya all but made her move her childcare center into an official location that was not in her home. It offered more security as well as allowed her to take on more children if that was what she wanted to do. She moaned and groaned about the change until she realized the advantagesof it. More staff was hired, and security was on site if anyone was in the building.

The two workers that lost their lives were honored with a scholarship that allowed six children to attend the center free of charge. Lo’ak and Sully made sure that their funerals and families were taken care of. That was the least that could be done.

As far as Mama Bee’s house was concerned, that was also a wrap. She moved into a home that was on the same street as the home that was in the subdivision that Sully and Lo’ak lived in, and her home was now a rental property. There needed to be a separation between her business and where she laid her head. When she was in her healing phase, she lived with her grandson and his family in the manufactured home.

“Mama, Nahla is awake.” Lucas walked into the kitchen with his one-year-old sister crawling behind him. There was no need to wonder how she got out of her crib. Her five-year-old brother was the culprit in that situation.

Tsireya turned from the pot that she watched over on the stove. She smiled at the little girl that she and her husband prayed for. Little Miss Nahla Pearl Mae Jordan ran the Jordan household. Reya bent down to pick her daughter up and give her handsome son a kiss on his cheek.

“Luca, baby, go get her walker.”

Luca was a newly acquired nickname given to him by his favorite uncle Ethan. At five, Luca was a big boy, so he needed a big boy’s nickname. SJ had a new big boy’s nickname in Carson, which was his last name. When Luca found that out, he instructed that his father and uncles read the room. Uncle Ethan came to save the nickname game.

Reya kissed all over her daughter’s face while she waited for the walker. “You pretty girl, looking just like your daddy.”

Nahla’s skin matched her father’s deep brown tone. While she matched her father’s skin tone and features, her little personality was all her mother’s. She wasn’t a fussy baby; she minded her baby ass business.

Luca pushed the walker into the kitchen, set the tablet that was set up on it to his sister’s favorite show, and stepped out of the way. Reya put Nahla in her walker then poured some of the puffs that were in the container on the counter on her walker top. Like the out of the way baby that she was, Nahla walked herself over to her favorite spot in the kitchen near the bay window and chilled to watch her show. Her brother laid across the bench that was next to her and watched with her.

Reya turned her attention back to the pot to finish the dinner that was cooking. This was her senior year of college, and she was ready to graduate. She thanked God for all of the support that she received. As a push gift when she had Nahla, Lo’ak gifted her with a building for when she was ready to bring her sandwich shop speakeasy to fruition.

“Where’s my family!” Lo’ak’s voice sounded through the house.

Home was where he loved to be. Now that he’d taken a step back from the streets, he had more time to spend with his family and focus on his legal businesses. Joey and Ethan took more of a lead now. They weren’t ready to take over completely, but they were close. Sully had completely stepped out of the game and was on his retirement residual plan. Simone loved that for her family, especially since they added a new addition, their son Noah.

All Nahla had to hear was her father’s voice, and it was forget everything and everyone. Her little legs moved in her walker toward him with her arms flailing.

“Daaaaa!”

She wasn’t quite at “Dada” yet, but they were almost there. He scooped his daughter up from her walker and kissed her fat cheek. She returned the sentiment by kissing his cheek before she offered him a puff that was in her hand. He took it happily.

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