Chapter 10 You Remind Me #4
Heavy placed the laptop on the table and sat forward.
He caught a glimpse of the sadness behind her eyes and hated that a fuck nigga put it there.
Still rightfully angry at Giselle, he didn’t let that outweigh the fact that he didn’t think she was a bad person.
Before he could say anything, Heir and Harlee raced into the living room together with backpacks on their backs and rocking on the heels of their feet.
“We ready!” Harlee cheered.
Giselle listened as more cars pulled up outside her house.
It was going to be a day. She heard Maisie and Crew talking shit with Lou, Gem, and that dude Solo not far behind them.
Lou was the odd man out because clearly this Solo person had a thing for her sister.
She thought it was cute because Gem was either oblivious or keeping him at arm’s length.
Giselle wasn’t sure because she’d been very short with her since getting back and only came by to spend time with the twins.
“Look at them in their little matching outfits!” Maisie grinned, ambling into the house with everyone else.
Harlee and Heir were both in camo fatigues, Heir with cargo shorts and a black T-shirt with his little Nike Air Forces and Harlee in a khaki dress with the camo design on the skirt and black shorts under it. Giselle had braided her hair back into two French braids and slicked down her edges.
“We ready to go? I’m trying to hop on that new rollercoaster they put in.” Crew grinned, showing off the diamonds in his grill. “Mais said she ain’t getting on with me. G, you down?”
“Hell yeah.”
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Crew nodded and cut his eyes toward his wife. “Scary ass.”
“Whatever. I just prefer my rides to stay on the ground. You can have that other shit,” Maisie argued.
“Y’all sure know how to wake up the damn neighborhood.” Remi strolled out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel.
“That’s yo’ kids, Ma.” Crew chuckled.
Prischa’s whip pulled up behind Crew’s Range Rover, and Remi cut her eyes at her nieces and daughters.
She already knew between the four of them, they could be on the bullshit.
Giselle picked up her cross-body Saks bag and draped it across her chest while Remi looked past her at Prischa getting out of her car with not only Pierre, but Henna and Viggo too.
“Do not go in those people’s park acting ghetto,” she warned.
“Ma, you talking to the wrong ones.” Crew chuckled.
“I mean it, Crew. There are going to be kids present today, so y’all need to put all that adult bullshit aside. It’s about them having fun today.”
“Bye, Auntie. Don’t change my house around too much.” Giselle kissed her cheek and started toward the door.
There was no denying that she was in the wrong. Prischa, Henna, and the world might feel a way about how she kept Heavy in the dark about their kids, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to keep allowing that to keep her from living. Far from perfect, Giselle also knew she wasn’t the devil either.
“I got bail money! Just in case!” Remi called after them as they all made their way to the porch, meeting up with Prischa and the others on the sidewalk.
“What’s up, Heavy?” Pierre rushed up to greet him with a dap.
“What’s good, Lil P?”
“How come you haven’t been spending the night with us at the house?” Pierre questioned, immediately causing tension in the air as Prischa and Heavy eyed each other briefly.
She hated that he looked so good. Regular fit denim jeans hung off his waist, paired with a green t-shirt under a plaid green, white, and yellow shirt jacket and his green Steve Madden sneakers.
It was casual, but he made it so fly, adding his diamond tennis chain and matching watch and bracelet to the look.
Coincidentally his attire coordinated with both the twins and Giselle.
“Just been busy, kid. How you doing? How’s school?”
“It’s good. Mom told me to ask you myself about going with me to the Donuts with Dad. I know you’re not my dad, but—”
“When is it?” Heavy asked.
“Monday.”
“Count me in then. I’ll take you to school myself, if that’s cool.” Heavy looked up at Prischa.
She nodded but barely wore any type of expression beyond that.
“Yeah, that’s fine. As long as it’s not going to inconvenience you,” she muttered, making sure to sweep her eyes over Giselle and the twins.
“Come on! It’s time to go to Victoria Park, and I want funnel cake!” Harlee grabbed Heavy’s hand and pulled him down the sidewalk like the little bossy lady she was.
“Yo, I’m with cuz, let’s go. I want some of those nacho fries.” Viggo rubbed his stomach.
“Nacho fries? I want some too!” Harlee squealed. “Mama, let’s go!”
“My goodness, Harlee, so demanding!” Giselle shook her head as they arrived on the sidewalk beside Heavy’s car.
“I wonder where she gets that from,” Heavy mumbled, picking Harlee up so he could place her in her seat while Giselle did the same with Heir.
“Oop!” Lou giggled. “It might be a Knox trait. Don’t do us!”
Maisie, Lou, and Gem had sparked a blunt before getting in the car, and Crew had already started his playlist with the bass thumping and shaking the whole damn block.
“Have fun!” Remi waved to everyone from the porch.
Soon, they were all in their cars and trailing each other down the block.
Prischa obviously wasn’t happy that Heavy and Giselle were already moving like a family with the twins and riding in his car.
Wasn’t much she could do about it, though.
There was no doubt in her mind those were his kids.
She just had to figure out a way to get Giselle out of the picture, and she might stand a chance.