Page 103 of All The Smoke
Oh. Happy birthday, my love.
-KK
A nigga felt like a hoe standing there blushing and shit. No one had ever gotten me balloons before. Using my free hand, I opened the door and entered her crib. A trail of roses led to a big ass, clear tent in the middle of her living room. She stood by the counter wearing a little two piece set that hugged her slim-thick frame perfectly, smiling and shit.
“Damn,” slipped from my lips as I set the balloons down then made my way over to her. Pulling her body into mine, I leaned down and kissed her nastily until she pulled back.
“Stop, I have plans.”
“Shit, me too.”
“No, Solomon, look.” She turned toward the counter and pointed to a rectangular box. “I have gifts.” There were other bags and boxes on the countertop as well, but she clearly wanted me to open that one first, so that was the one that I went for. “No, this one is last.”
Chuckling, I opened each of the other gifts, allowing her to record me the whole fucking time. This was the first time anyone had gotten me anything for my birthday other than Bino and Scoot, at least in my adult years. Bri’s ass was the kind of bitch that thought giving a nigga some pussy was a gift. I used to gofor that when I was a lil nigga, but this shit right here was how it was supposed to be. I hadn’t even mentioned my birthday was coming or that I wanted anything, but she went the extra mile to pay attention and shit. That was why I loved her little ass.
“I wish you could put some of that on right now,” she groaned as I examined the cologne she’d gotten me. “It smells so good.”
It was 1 Million by Paco Rabanne and I couldn’t lie, the shit did smell good as a mothafucka, but I already had cologne on so she’d have to wait for another day to smell that shit on me.
The other gifts consisted of sneakers because she knew that a nigga loved that shit, clothes, a two thousand dollar gift card that she let me know was for me to buy the supplies I needed to make my wax, and a new gun. I’d been saying I wanted some new shit and shorty made that happen and even threw a switch in the mix. She must’ve wanted me to eat her ass inside out tonight.
“Okay, now this one.” She pushed the rectangular box my way.
“By Hand, By Heart, Love Is Like a Rose Picked From Gentle Deep Love,” I read out loud. “You got me flowers?”
“Just open it.”
Removing the lid, a wide smile stretched across my face. A bottle of 1942 Don, I quickly realized, posed as the letter ‘I’. In the middle were roses shaped like a heart also outlined with one hundred dollar bills, then next to it were roses that were shaped like the letter U. Lastly, going across the roses was a ribbon and banner that said, for your haircut.
I laughed. “Really, bae. For my haircut?”
“Yes. You look a little rough.”
“Yeah, aight.”
“You like it?” she asked.
Setting the lid to the box down, I pulled her fine ass into my arms and kissed all over her face then her lips. “I love it, baby. Nobody ever did anything like this for me before.”
Smiling, she tossed her arms around my neck and said, “You deserve your flowers just as much as anyone else. From the very beginning, you’ve put my needs and our babies’ needs before your own, so this was so necessary.”
“Naw, that smile you rockin’ everyday lets a nigga know he’s doing his job, but this is a great gesture too. I really appreciate it and you.”
“Can we eat now? I’m starving.”
“I thought you ate.” I shook my head and chuckled.
“I did but only a little because I knew we were going to eat here.”
Because the rug she had in front of the tent was white, I kicked off the Travis Scott Dunks I wore and followed her inside. There was a little table set for two with plenty of pillows and shit surrounding the table and the tent for us to sit on or maybe lie on after we were done eating, as well as lights on the floor and running along the tent’s interior. There were lights on the outside too as well as little ass candles that lit the walkway into it. On one side there was a sign that said, “Happy Birthday Baby” and on the other was a basket with a blue blanket that matched the theme, more pillows, and a tic tac toe board.
“What’s on the menu?”
“Seafood.”
“Of course it is.” I chuckled. “I don’t even know why I asked.”
“You like lobster, babe.”
