21. Epilogue
21
Epilogue
Buck
a few months later…
I t’s been kinda crazy adjusting to having a baby in the house, but we’ve managed to handle it pretty well. Goldie thought I was just saying our son would sleep in the room with us because I was surprising her with the house, but she found out quick that I meant that shit. His crib was right in the room with us. Once he started moving and looking around, I’d move him into his own room. I didn’t need him to wake up and catch me mid-stroke on his mama. Speaking of Goldie, she was an exceptional mother. She did that shit with ease, with little help from our own mamas who thought Benny was theirs. I kept the old white man theme going as Goldie and named our son Benjamin Omari. My mama was a little disappointed that he didn’t have Shaun in his middle, like me and my brothers. The shit made me feel so bad that I almost changed that shit. After she ensured me it was okay, I was cool. I had to meet with Stacks about this nigga, Gator. He was a pain in my nuts, and I couldn’t wait until I got my hands on him. I just finished getting dressed, so I went downstairs to find my family. When I made it down, I found Goldie in the kitchen, making our son a bottle. I walked up and kissed my son on his forehead before pulling his mama into me and kissing her.
“I thought you had a meeting with Stacks?”
“I do, but that nigga can wait.” I continued to kiss her neck while trying to ease my hand inside of her shorts.
“But your son can’t.” She wiggled out of my grasp and went to pick Benny up.
“You lucky this time, but I’m on that ass as soon as I get back in.” I kissed her lips again. “You hear that, son? Ya pops need some playtime with mommy, so do me a solid and look out for your boy.” I dapped my son’s tiny hand like he understood what I was saying before I kissed my family and left.
I was meeting Stacks at the bike yard, so it would take a minute for me to get there. When I pulled up, they had a race going on, so I quickly got out of my car and placed a bet before going inside to find Stacks. The inside was made up like a small lounge, so I found him at the bar area.
“’Sup, lil’ nigga?” I greeted him as I took a seat next to him.
“Ain’t shit. How’s nephew doing?” he asked about Benny.
“He’s straight. Eating and shitting every damn minute.” We shared a laughed because we both knew that’s all that lil’ nigga did.
“Wassup, though? You heard anything about that nigga?”
“Nah.”
“What about Kash?”
“Man, fuck her. I ain’t heard shit from that bitch either. She couldn’t even tell me the shit to my face. She just fuckin’ left,” he vented. I knew how he felt but not for the same reason. I had to get a new manager since she took an extended invitation. I put Jazz in that spot until she was replaced.
“You sure shit was good? I know Kash and she wouldn’t just up and leave like that. Her people ain’t heard nothing from her or Jace?”
“Nope.”
I shook my head because I felt bad for my brother. He was really feeling Kasha and when she started pulling back; it fucked him up. When she up and left, he damn near lost his mind.
“We gone figure this shit out. In the meantime, we gone keep our eyes and ears open for that nigga. He can’t hide for-fuckin-ever. As soon as he shows his face, I’m blowing that muthafucka off.” I meant every word I said because that nigga violated more than once and that was some shit I never let slide. I chopped it up with Stacks a lil’ longer. Stone joined us and we had a few drinks and smoked before I took my ass back home to my family.
When I got home, I smelled food, and my stomach responded. That shit was right on time. I needed something to feed this liquor and these munchies. I trekked upstairs to our bedroom and walked in to hear Goldie in the shower. I quickly peeped at my son to make sure that he was straight before I quickly stripped out of my clothes and joined Goldie in the shower. Her eyes caught mine as soon as I walked inside, and a smile graced her face. She slid the door open and welcomed me in.
“I missed you,” she cooed.
“I missed you, too.” I attacked her lips before picking her up and sliding inside of my favorite place.
“Gah damn, Goldie,” I groaned on impact.
I stroked her precisely until she was whimpering through her orgasm, and I was grunted through my own. Once we were over the orgasmic high, we washed up and were now lying in bed.
“What you thinking about?” I questioned.
“About how I went from lusting over you to loving you,” she admitted, causing a smirk to form on my face.
“One-night stands ain’t that bad after all, huh?”
The End…