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Smoke.
Can you come over?
I need to talk to you.
This is Kaori btw.
I frowned as I read the messages from Kaori again. I hadn’t seen her ass since we ran into them at The Spot and I was cool with that. She had a nasty ass mouth on her and I knew me. I’d be in jail with a charge fucking around with her. Plus I ain’t like the messages because what the fuck we needed to talk about?
How you get my number?
Fuck all that, I wasn’t about to make this a friendly conversation. She had me fucked up the way she handled me the last couple of times I was in her presence.
Bernard gave it to me. I hope you don’t mind.
I do actually. I would have gave you my shit on my own if I wanted you to have the shit.
Okay, Solomon. Can you come or not? It’s important.
It’s Smoke, and naw, I can’t. I got my son. What is it?
Truth was I could have gone to her crib because he was gon’ be with my parents until later when I went to pick him up but she didn’t have to know that. I was in my feelings bad as fuck. I didn’t know her ass that well but I wanted to. I hadn’t really wanted to wife a bitch since I met my baby mama, but when I saw Kaori’s fine ass I wanted her. She threw me off with that shit at her crib that night. I thought she was a different type of chick, but she was just a hoe like the rest of these bitches.
Fine. Here.
I damn near fainted at the sight of a positive home pregnancy test as well as a sheet of paper confirming her pregnancy. It was dated with today’s date with an estimated date of conception and due date.
Wtf is this???
You stupid or something?
Naw, but is you? Fuck you sending me this shit for?
Use your context clues, Solomon Sr.
Naw, if you got any sense you’ll use ya noggin and go find ya real baby daddy, shorty. I don’t play these kinds of games.
“Smoke!” my brother called out, jarring me from my thoughts.
I was talking to him about putting Solo in football and basketball. He had been calling me damn near every day asking me to let him play. I was skeptical as fuck though. I was a temperamental ass nigga and all it was gon’ take was for one of them little mothafuckas to hit my baby the wrong way or for a parent to get out of line and I was gon’ be dressing out at the county jail.
“Y-yeah. My bad, bruh.”
“What’s got you all distracted?”
I contemplated whether or not I was gon’ tell him what was going on. The moment I did he was gon’ start preaching to me and shit. I wasn’t in the mood for that. I needed the nigga to tellme to pack the bitch up off my line and maybe go put some hot shit in her head for even playing with me like that. I knew he wouldn’t though. He would get to carrying on about me making an honest woman out of her. He tried that shit with Bri and I shut it down. No way I wouldeverwife her. Plus, I ain’t know if Kaori was pregnant by me or not.
“Man this girl texting me with this bullshit,” I huffed.
“What BS, Smoke?”
“Nothing. It’s not important.”
“You’ve been mumbling under your breath, bro.” He chuckled. “It sounds important to me.”
“It ain’t shit, Noah.”
