Page 32 of Suleem and Yahzi
Them damn eyes rolled again. “How much did you pay her?”
“A grand a month.”
“You’re still paying?”
“Was. There’s no need for that shit now since you know.” I shrugged.
“You didn’t fuck her?”
“Man, no. Me and Kass don’t get down like that. We don’t cross that shit up.”
She nodded. “Did you check on her or just pay to have access?”
“Yeah, I would come sit with her and talk about your ass.”
“You talked to my mother about me.”
“I damn sure did. Told her how fucking stubborn you were and that if she rode this out with me, I promised to get you back home soon. I apologized for being the reason you left but I think we came to an understanding. I paid for them to give her extra snacks and shit and she gave me a pass on hating a nigga for running you off.”
Yahzi smiled and that shit twisted everything in my fucking chest. “Now can we go in here and see what ol’ boy has to say.”
She nodded and fisted my shirt, pulling me to her. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome with your ol’ mean, stubborn ass.
As soon as we walked back in the office, ol’ boy shot up from the chair behind his desk looking sneaky. I frowned at him, looking around.
“The fuck you in here doing?”
“Waiting.” His tone was a little too clipped and I didn’t like that shit so I was ready to step but Yahzi put her hand on my chest.
“My mother is here,” she warned and I backed down.
“Tell her what she needs to know before I decide her cute ass scowl isn’t enough of a threat to keep me off your ass.”
He blinked and cleared his throat. “As we stated to you on the phone, our staff was alerted when Ms. Coleman seemed to be having trouble breathing. After further examination it was determined that she had a series of mini strokes.”
“She had a stroke?”
“Yes, but we have her on a low dose of anticoagulants and are also monitoring her blood pressure. I feel that was part of the issue. I will be keeping an eye on her over the weekend to make sure we don’t see any additional concerns but wanted to reach out to let you know what was going on.”
“But she’s fine?”
“For now, yes.”
“What do you mean for now?” Yahzi frowned and I placed my hand on her hip and brought her to my chest again. The connection calmed her down and kept me from punching the shit out of this little muthafucker for disrupting my baby’s peace.
“We may need to do some additional testing and her condition may require a CEA, which is a procedure to remove plaque buildup in the carotid arteries.”
“Wait, so she might have to have surgery?”
“Might, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. For now, we’ll see how she does with what’s prescribed.”
“Is that all?” I cut in. He was pissing her off, and by default, pissing me off.
“Yes, that’s all.”
“Aight, let’s go.” I tapped Yahzi’s hip, signaling for her to move so we could go see her mother. When we made it to her mother’s room, Yahzi walked in timidly and made her way to the bed. Monica was asleep so Yahzi leaned over her mother, kissed her forehead, then turned to me.
