Page 90 of Love me Like XO

I was about to doze off when I felt my phone vibrating on my chest. When I picked it up, I saw that it was a group FaceTime request from my brothers. They were likely checking on Empress, so I answered.

“Yeah.”

“Where is my sister? Why she ain’t answering the phone?” Irish’s irritating ass asked.

“Upstairs sleep, she was tired.”

“Upstairs? Y’all at her house?” Rev asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’ma stop through tomorrow. She good though, right?” he asked preoccupied by something behind his phone.

“Yeah, she’s good.”

“Bet. My plane is boarding. I’ll hit y’all up in the morning when I land. Love.”

“Ole super secretive ass nigga.” Irish gave him the side eye before he hung up. “Now how is my sister, really.”

“Not the best, but she isn’t the worse. Fragile as fuck right now,” I spoke freely to him because we had that kind of relationship whereas Rev was always busy and out of state.

He shook his head. “The fuck we gonna do wi?—”

“Nothing, because he has her. I trust him with her, and he loves her. But that extra support, we’re that.”

He chuckled.

“Plus I told her I was moving back into my old room for a while, and she almost tossed the fucking lamp at me at the hospital. Extra support.”

He continued to laugh. “You about to hover and you know she’s going to put yo’ ass out.”

“Nah, she ain’t. She needs to keep it cool for the next few months and that’s what we’re going to do unless she wants me to call big mama or her mama.”

He made a face that had me staring into the camera. “Already told Big Mama. She wants yo’ ass for not calling her.”

“Irish!”

“Don’t get mad at me. I would’ve thought you called her already. As a matter of fucking fact I’ma need shorty to take pops off the block list and give the nigga a conversation, because the way he’s blowing down my line about her you’d think he pays my fucking bill.”

“Nope. I’m not about to be the one to tell her that. Her irritation is valid. When he had his chance to talk to her, he was talking about Fiona. He fucked up, not me.”

Irish laughed. “You right and he knows that now. Shit I think Fiona has outstayed her welcome at his crib if you ask me. The man done called me complaining at least a million fucking times thinking I’ma tell him the right shit. Like how the fuck I’m supposed to know what you do with your grown irresponsible ass daughter when my daughter is only in the toddler years?”

I laughed. “You don’t. Tell his ass that his daughter isn’t your burden to carry and to stop calling you with that.”

He shook his head. “Easier said than done.”

“Well that’s about easier than putting him in a room with Empress. She ain’t going and I’m not in the business of getting on her bad side to get him there.” Just as I finished my statement, Malik walked into the movie room.

“I don’t doubt it. I’ma pull up on y’all in the morning though. I gotta go let my fake drunk ass baby mama in the house.”

I laughed, before he hung up. I love how he said fake drunk.

Malik and I locked eyes, before I tossed my phone on the sofa next to me. “Don’t be looking at me like that because we aren’t at home.”

A handsome smirk filled his expression. “You think I give a fuck? Home is wherever I am, right.” Before I knew it he was leaned over lips meters away from mine.

“It is, but?—”

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