Diji
Momma looked around the mall at all the stores. "I smell pretzels"
I directed her to the Auntie Anne's.
"It's nice of you to take me out today, thank you"
"No problem. See anywhere that you want to shop? Do you want to go to a baby store?"
"Darold said that we had enough baby clothes"
"Well babies grow. Got anything for the latest Ferguson to grow into?"
She smiled. "Lead the way"
We made it to her favorite baby store, and she left my side almost immediately.
She was in there for almost an hour.
I carried her bags when we left.
We went and got the baby a couple pairs of Nikes.
"Aye, is that Diji the Boxer?"
Mom and I both turned around.
"What?" I asked, turning to Boobie.
We boxed twice.
They were losses on his end.
"How you doing, little lady?" He eyed my mother. "You here with him?"
"Considering that we were walking together, I would assume so" Momma said.
He walked a circle around us twice and mom turned when he did.
"State your issue and or your fucking problem. Walk around us once more and see what happens" I turned to face him.
He smiled at her. "Rowdy, isn't he?"
I stepped to him. "Stop. Talking. To. My. Mother." I gritted.
Not only was he going to have to deal with me, but dad didn't play either. Not in the slightest.
He had broken niggas jaws over her.
"Mother?" His eyes lit up. "Your daddy still in the picture?"
"I woke up to him this morning" Momma spoke up.
She hadn't.
Dad had been out of town for three days, dealing with music stuff.
Momma turned and walked away from him.
His eyes went low, and it took everything in me not to knock that nigga stupid.
I turned and walked away.
"That ass is fat" He mumbled.
I felt anger rising.
"I bet the pussy's even fatter. You know what they say about pregnant pussy. I would dick and lick that"
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Dad walked me out of the jail.
"You're looking sharp" I commented, looking at his suit.
"Do you know what you're being charged with?"
I shrugged. "Multiple counts of bashing a nigga's head into a fountain?"
I still beat his ass afterwards too.
He shook his head. "Diji, you're in trouble"
"Yeah, well I don't even want to tell you what he said he wanted to do to your wife. It was over her, not me"
He nodded his head.
"What kind of punishment am I looking at?" I asked.
"None. Don't worry about it. I wish that you would control your anger, or atleast done it when no one was looking"
"Nope. I got a lack of self control."
"You were in a meeting?" I asked.
"Yup. Salome's with Monsoon and Violet, and ya mother's home alone"
We got there, and momma was sitting at the table, eating a big bowl of fruit.
"Are you okay?" Momma asked me, and wiped her face and hands.
"Yeah, I'm good. It's only been a few hours"
Dad told her to go home because he didn't want her to go to the jail.
Dad walked up to momma and kissed her lips.
"Don't kiss me, I have juice all on me" She turned her head before grabbing a napkin and wiping his lips.
"I'm going upstairs" I announced, and left.
Darold
"I like this" She rubbed on my beard.
"You always did"
"Darold?"
"Yeah?"
She fixed her bonnet on her head and went back to touching my beard. "How did we last so long?"
"We just love each other, and love our family. That's it. We're almost always on the same page."
"...Now we're not" She climbed up onto me.
"I know. I hate it."
"They hit me on purpose"
I sat up. "Huh? Repeat that for me one more time."
"I'm not too sure-"
"You were sure enough to say it"
She nodded her head.
I climbed out the bed, but Sayvior pulled me back quickly, and threw her arms over my shoulders. "I want to enjoy the company of my husband."
Her belly pushed into my back.
"You don't even know what you're talking about" I stood up to get dressed.
The next time I looked at her, she was naked in the bed with her bonnet off.
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