Chapter Seven | Asa
Chapter Seven
Asa
I’VE SPENT THE LAST two days driving out of my way and around Porsha’s land, scared that I’ve royally fucked up. Babysitting Nia for Porsha the other night felt like a turning point for us. She was adorable. Nia and Mom fell in love with each other instantly.
Nia was so sweet, so perfect it’s hard to imagine her with a father that would ever hurt her mother. I was enraged when Porsha called me to pick her up the other night. I watched from the hallway as Mom gave Nia a bubble bath and she talked extensively about her favorite new Disney movie. She had not a care in the world. The ugliness of her parents’ marriage hadn’t touched her, and I made a silent promise to Nia and Porsha that it never will.
I’m back at work today, on call with the rest of the team, while Dylan and I burn time in the gym.
“I can’t believe Porsha’s going through this shit,” Dylan says as he sits down a pair of twenty-pound dumbbells.
“I know. I lost it, dude. I mean...” I shrug, waiting for my brother’s response.
“As would I,” Dylan agrees. “In fact, I say we find his ass and go to work.”
I follow him to a weight bench and wait for him to get into position while I prepare to spot him. He does fifteen reps of chest presses before he’s done with his set. “So, what are you gonna do?” he asks, sitting up as I secure the bar.
“Beg for forgiveness. Say I was joking... I don’t fucking know.”
“Porsha’s not the type to hold grudges. If you talk to her, she’ll come around,” Dylan says.
“I don’t know, man. We’re not kids and she’s not the babysitter anymore. She’s a grown ass woman, a mother with a little human she has to be responsible for,” I sigh. “And I’m the dude that’s crazy in love with them both.”
“So, tell her that, dumbass.”