Page 65 of All The Smoke
“You better gether.” I frowned. “A baby won’t stop me from beating her ass.”
“A baby?” his baby mama repeated. “I know like fuck this bi—she isn’t pregnant with your fucking baby!” she exclaimed, making the right move by watching her mouth.
“Brianna, you know better than this,” Truce said when she approached. “You cannot come in my place of business acting a fool. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“I’m not going no fucking where,” she snapped.
“Yeah, you is though,” Smoke countered. “I’m trying my best to be patient because we’re out in public, but you testing my patience.”
“Fine, fuck it. Good luck seeing my fucking baby after this,” she stated nastily. “Let’s go, Solo.”
“Brianna, let me holla at you outside,” Solomon said as he rose from his seat.
“Nigga, no,” she spat. “There ain’t shit for us to talk about, talk to thisbitch.Let’s go, Solo.” She moved in his direction and pulled him from his chair roughly.
Everything after that happened so fast. Solomon grabbed her up and dragged her out with her swinging wildly at him as they made their way outside. Solo stood on the other side of the table crying, so I went to console him, asking Truce to bring us to-go containers.
I was so annoyed with the entire situation. It was ghetto and reminded me of the kind of shit I said I wasn’t dealing with anymore. I’d done enough arguing and fighting with Jamal and all of the bitches he cheated with.
About ten minutes later Solomon came back inside and picked his son up.
“I’m sorry about all this.” He sighed. “Let me take him to his mother then we can go.”
I didn’t say anything in response, I just nodded and started to pack the food up since Truce had given me the boxes. After I was done, I exited the restaurant and headed to Solomon’s car. He and his baby mama were at her car going back and forth still, further annoying me. I had the right mind to order an iDrive and take my ass home, but I decided against it.
He finally made his way back to the car, using the remote to unlock the door. He approached the passenger door to open it for me but I beat him to it, slamming the door myself once I was inside. I could see him release a heavy sigh and shake his head before he rounded the car to get in.
“You want to just stop and get the shit you need from the store instead of going all the way home?” he asked, breaking the silence about ten minutes into the ride.
“I’m going home and you can go deal with your baby mama.”
“Kaori, please bro.” He sighed dejectedly. “I need to smoke and get my mind right. I really ain’t in the mood to go back and forth with you too.”
“And you don’t have to. I want to go home.”
“What you tripping on me for?” he asked, glancing my way briefly. “You acting like I told the bitch to come in there acting stupid.”
“I just need to think about all of this.”
“All of what?” I could hear the irritation in his voice, but I didn’t care. I was the one who needed to be irritated. I was the one embarrassed, hell.
“This.” I pointed between us. “I just got out of a toxic situation. I don’t want to be part of another.”
“So you saying you don’t want to be together?”
“I don’t know and I don’t know if I want to bring a baby into this.”
He waited a few minutes before chuckling lowly, turning his music up, and weaving through traffic. When we got to my place, he killed the engine and followed me up to my condo. I wanted to protest, but the look on his face told me to just allow him to walk me up.
Once I unlocked my door using my entrance code, he finally spoke. “I know you mad about today, and I guess I gotta give you that, but Kaori we ain’t over and you not aborting my baby.”
“I—”
He cut me off. “You ain’t even gotta say shit, but I’m deadass, love. Bri on her shit and I’m tight about her threatening to keep my son from me and shit, so don’t make it worse by saying you gon’ kill my kid. Please,” he pleaded, placing a hand on my belly. “I love him or her already, and I really fuck with you too. I know you need time to think, just please don’t kill my baby.”
I wasn’t going to. I couldn’t. I loved my baby already too. I just needed to figure out how I was going to deal with baby mama drama. I never had to before, even with the baby Jamal had on me. He knew I never wanted to see the child or its mother.
“I-I’ll call you later,” I finally said before going inside and closing the door in his face.
