Chapter 6
SIX
“I wonder how long it’s gonna take for me to get used to you being a father,” Demo said as he stuffed some fries in his mouth, dropping come ketchup on the carpet.
“Aye, man. You fuckin’ up my son’s room. Clean that shit up,” Biggie snapped as he finished putting the last of the toys in the Spiderman toy chest.
They were in the room Biggie had been working hard to get together over the past few days. Wallis was going to be comfortable as hell at his house, and he wanted to prove to Tuesday that he could be trusted.
He had kept in touch with her, checking up on his son for the past few days, but he kept his distance because he knew Tuesday still felt a way about how shit unfolded that one day. He had to admit that he didn’t handle that in the best way.
Biggie was so used to moving at his own pace and on his own time, so when Demo called and told him that Antonio was trying to start a rebellion within his operation, he moved.
He didn’t think, he just went. It was a huge learning lesson for him.
He understood that he couldn’t do that anymore.
Wallis Junior really was putting things into perspective for him.
He was actually thinking about what moves he would need to take to get out of the game.
He wanted to be a good example for Wallis, and he wanted to be there for a long time too.
That morning, they had gotten the DNA results. Like they all knew, Wallis was Biggie’s son, and it was time for him to see his son again.
Once the room was how he wanted it and Demo cleaned up his mess, he texted Tuesday.
Biggie: You ready to come through?
“What you ‘bout to do?” Biggie asked Demo as soon as he sent the text.
They walked out of the room, and Demo laughed.
“Damn, nigga, you kicking me out?”
“My son and baby mama ‘bout to come over, so yeah.”
“I see how it is.” Demo held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll go cruise the block, I guess. See what’s going on.”
Biggie nodded as he plopped down on his plush sofa, admiring some of the decorations he added here and there to make his house feel more like a home.
Like he said, he wanted his son to feel comfortable there.
The past few days really made him rethink his life.
Wallis changed everything about the way Biggie thought, and he wasn’t even mad at it.
He was just trying to wrap his head around it.
“See if you can lay eyes on that nigga Antonio. He’s lucky I didn’t put him on his back the other day. He has my baby mama and son to thank for that.”
Biggie told Antonio that he wasn’t part of the crew anymore and that if he caught him on the street, he was a dead nigga. His trigger finger itched something serious, but despite what Tuesday thought, Biggie was thinking about her and their son that day. He stopped them from witnessing a murder.
Demo walked toward the front door just as Biggie’s phone buzzed. He read the message, getting a little excited.
Baby momma: Yeah, we’re on the way.
He smiled, ready to see them. He had given her his address earlier, so all he had to do was sit back and wait for them to get there.
“Over there smilin’ and shit,” Demo said through a laugh. “Let me find out you feelin’ ya baby mama.”
Biggie looked up at him, forgetting he was even there just that quick.
“Man, get the fuck outta here with all that. Hit me later.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Demo said as he walked out of Biggie’s house.
Waiting, Biggie sat on the couch, legs cocked, and mind wandering as he turned on the TV for some background noise.
It wasn’t long before the doorbell rang, and Biggie hopped up to answer it.
Tuesday stood there looking timid dressed in a one piece denim outfit with sandals; her toes, painted a rich white.
Wallis, wore a Toy Story shirt, denim shorts and tennis shoes, holding his mothers hand with an action figure in his other hand.
Biggie reached down to pick him up.
“What’s good, man?”
“Daddy,” his small voice said, causing Biggie’s heart to swell. He would never get used to hearing that, but he always wanted to hear it. He had no idea how someone so small could change everything.
Biggie stepped aside and allowed Tuesday to step inside. He bit his bottom lip as he watched her ass jiggle in the outfit she wore as she walked past. She always smelled so damn good. Like something fruity and sweet.
After closing the door, he said, “You can’t speak?”
She turned, and he caught her rolling her eyes.
“Hey, Biggie.”
“Gimme a hug,” he demanded. He didn’t even know why. He wasn’t a gimme a hug kinda nigga, but he wanted to feel her in his arms.
To his surprise, she didn’t protest much. She simply sucked her teeth and then walked into his open arm. Wallis looked between them before placing a kiss on Tuesday’s forehead and then kissing Biggie’s chest.
“Mommy, Daddy.”
He grinned at them, and Tuesday giggled.
“That’s right, lil’ man. Are y’all hungry?”
“We haven’t eaten yet. He’s been terrorizing me and my house. I’m glad we could come over here for a bit and he could turn up over here.”
Biggie chuckled and moved toward the stairs. “Let me show y’all something, and then I’ll order us a pepperoni pizza.”
They walked up the stairs, and Biggie ushered them to Wallis’s new Spider-Man themed room. As soon as they entered, Wallis wiggled in his father’s arms until Biggie let him down. He took off, checking out his room in excitement before opening the toy chest.
“Biggie, you did all this?”
Biggie turned toward Tuesday bouncing his head.
“Of course. That’s my boy, ain’t it?”
Tuesday cocked her head to the side, and Biggie couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was, even with no makeup and a messy bun on the top of her head.
“What did the DNA results say?” she asked smartly.
He chuckled.
“Ain’t shit he can’t have now that it’s confirmed.”
“I’m glad,” she admitted. “He deserves it.”
They looked at Wallis, who happily played with all his toys.
“He’s gon’ get the world fuckin’ with me,” Biggie said, keeping his eyes on his son until he heard Tuesday’s stomach growl. “But let’s feed y’all.”
Pulling out his phone, he ordered some pizzas and settled in to enjoy his day with Tuesday and Wallis.
“You look wore out,” Tuesday teased as Biggie leaned his head back on the couch with his eyes closed.
His eyes popped open. He was really slippin’ because he hadn’t even heard her walk into the living room.
She had just gone to put Wallis down for bed after agreeing that he could stay there that night.
Because she was somewhat of a helicopter mom, she had decided that she was going to stay in a guest bedroom just to make sure Wallis adjusted okay.
Really, it had more to do with her than Wallis, who seemed to warm right up to Biggie. Tuesday wasn’t sure she was ready to share her time with anyone concerning Wallis.
“That lil’ guy doesn’t know how to chill, huh?”
She giggled as she sat down next to him, curling her legs under her.
“Welcome to my world.” She closed her eyes and leaned back onto the couch, but they popped open when she felt a strong hand tugging on her leg.
Biggie pulled it from under her and put her bare foot in his lap before rubbing it absentmindedly. “What are you doing, sir?”
“Rubbing your feet.”
“I can see that. Why?” she asked curiously.
“I ain’t get to do it while you was pregnant. You know what I said earlier applies to you, too, right? Wallis isn’t the only one who has the world at his feet now.”
Tuesday stayed silent for a long time before she finally said, “I’m still mad at you, you know?”
“I know,” Biggie said as he continued massaging her feet. “But I told you that shit won’t happen again. I’m gonna do better.”
“You can’t keep running the streets, Biggie,” she whispered.
“I know,” he replied after a few seconds. “I’m working on it. Come here.”
Tuesday knew that was his way of changing the subject, and because she was tired, she let him. She wasn’t sure she wanted to go to him, though.
A chill went up her spine as she thought about the last time they had been alone, and that made her obey his command.
She scooted closer to him. He lifted her onto his lap, making her straddle him. She felt his hard dick pressing underneath her pussy, and her eyes bulged. “Big—”
“You filled out since having my son.” He palmed her ass. “You know you look good, right?”
A moan slipped from her lips. She hadn’t had sex since Biggie because she’d been so focused on being a mom. Now, out of nowhere, he had her in this position, and all she could think about was sex.
“What are you doing?” she asked, wiggling against him and ignoring his question.
“Feeling on my baby mama. Been wanting to do this all day.”
The way he said it had her hot and bothered, so when he leaned in and kissed her, she let him. She even participated, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
Biggie surprised her when he lifted her up and walked toward the stairs. Tuesday knew what would happen next, but she didn’t think too hard about it. Maybe some dick would help her relax some.
Walking them into the bathroom, he turned on the large walk in shower before stripping them both out of their clothes. Before Tuesday knew what was happening, she was naked and shivering against the cool wall of the shower as the hot water fell onto them both.
Biggie washed her frame, sensually, and she returned the favor. This time being with him was less rushed. They took their time with one another as they each wondered what this chemistry was between them.
When he picked her up and his dick slid into her, she cried out in pure pleasure.
“Baby, you…you have to pull out. We need…condoms,” she said breathlessly.
He grunted.
“You don’t want more of my babies?”
Tuesday shook her head.
“Biggie!”
He was stroking her with long, deep strokes, and she wanted to cuss him out for trying to put another baby in her, but she couldn’t bring herself to. He felt so good filling her up. His dick left no room.
“Don’t worry, mama. I won’t cum in you. Fuck, you got some good ass pussy, though. How you expect me to pull out?”
She couldn’t respond because she was too busy coming undone around him. She held him tightly as her pussy clenched around him, and then her face screwed up as she came.
Biggie bit his bottom lip as he continued to stroke her; his nut building.
“Fuck, Tuesday.”
It didn’t take him long to pull out and cum; his seeds ran down the drain. They stood there breathing heavily as Tuesday leaned against him like she was tired.
He tapped her ass.
“Let’s rewash ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”
Tuesday’s pussy clenched at his words, and she knew this was going to be a long night, just like the last time.