Page 63 of All The Smoke
“Aight, I’m gon’ smoke then I’ll wake Solo up so we can go to ya crib then maybe get y’all food or some shit.”
“Ms. K,.”I heard someone whisper followed by a little shake, causing my eyes to flutter open. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust but when they did I noticed a smiling Solo standing over me. “Ms. KK, can you get up now so we can go eat please? I’m starving.”
“Solo!” I heard Solomon’s loud voice boom. “I know you ain’t—Bruh.”
“She was up, Daddy,” his little ass lied. “I promise.”
Chuckling, I sat up on the couch and pulled him into a hug.
“I was, babe,” I lied for Solo. “Why didn’t you just wake me when you finished smoking?”
He lifted his shoulder into a shrug. “Figured you needed the rest after being at the mall and shit.”
“Daddy says we have to feed you and the baby,” Solo said as he removed the blanket thrown across me, searching for evidence of a baby. My eyes traveled to his father because I wasn’t aware he had told him yet.
“Solo, chill, man.” Solomon chuckled and pointed behind him. “Go get ya Crocs on so we can go.” Hopping from the couch, he jetted toward the back of the apartment. “My bad about him. He been pressing me about you since he woke up from his nap.”
“It’s fine.” I smiled. “You should have woken me up. He said he’s starving.”
Sucking his teeth, he waved me off and said, “Man, that nigga good. As many snacks and bullshit as he got in that bitch, he was straight until you woke up.”
Only nodding in response, I got up and folded the blanket I was laying under before getting my purse and going to the bathroom in the hallway to freshen up. I kept a toothbrush and stuff in there for after I ate.
The décor in the bathroom was so fitting for a little boy. He had Sonic the Hedgehog everywhere in here. It was cute as hell and funny because we grew up on Sonic so I wondered if the décor was for Solo or his father.
By the time I finished getting myself together, Solomon and his son were waiting for me by the door. Solo grabbed me by the hand and walked me to the car while his father opened the door for me.
“Such gentlemen.” I beamed.
After I was inside, they rounded the front of the car and got in themselves.
“We gon’ have to get new cars and shit,” Smoke said when he was inside and we were moving. “Ain’t no way we both got two-door whips.”
“I know,” I groaned. “I love my little Bimmer too.”
“You can keep it.” He shrugged. “You just need something more spacious to ride my baby around in.”
“I know, I just can’t stomach having a car payment.” I sighed. “I’m so used to my parents buying my stuff and paying it off.”
“Spoiled ass.” He chuckled. “You ain’t gon’ have no car payment though and I don’t need ya people to buy it. I got you.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You didn’t. I told you I’m gon’ get the shit,” he countered. “It’s gon’ be closer to the time that you have the baby though because I need to do my research.”
“You’re a real provider, you know that?” I smiled. “No matter how many times I tell you I’m good or don’t need something, or if I tell you I can manage it, you still insist.”
“Because I’m a man.” He shrugged. “I don’t fuck with Bishop like that, but he always taught me and my brother to take care of our family and shit. Ironic as fuck considering he turned his back on his own son, but yeah.”
“Do they know about the baby?” I asked. “Your parents?”
He shook his head. “Naw, but I know Solo gon’ tell them as soon as he get his ass over there.”
Glancing back at Solo who was completely engrossed in his phone, I smiled.
“I want to meet them.”
“Who?” He looked my way briefly. “Bishop and his wife?”
