Chapter 9 #2
“I swear your ass will fuck any, and everything,” she said to me once I walked inside of the shop.
It was a nice, spacious shop that she owned. There was about ten different salon stations because she had stylist that worked here, but right now, Promise was the only one here, working. She was in her salon cape, and everything.
“You say it like the bitch was ugly. She was fine. I’ll fuck for sure. What’s her name?” I wanted to know, taking my eyes off her, so that I could look at the couch area, where Romy was lying on a blanket, with the decorative pillows surrounding her, knocked out cold.
I swear my baby got that sleeping shit from me because one thing about me, I’ll fall asleep anywhere.
“She got five kids. That’s what you want? Don’t let me get in the way. I’ll give you her number, and her social media,” she replied, not giving a damn if I tried to fuck with the bitch that just left.
My baby mama tried to act like she didn’t give a fuck about me, and that she wouldn’t fuck me if I was the last nigga standing. Personally, I felt like all that shit was a front. I could be wrong though.
“Oh nah. You lost me at five kids. What’s good with you though? When your next client coming?” I wanted to know.
“In about twenty minutes. I’m going to be here for a while. My last client comes at 7,” she let me know.
“Aight. Ima take Romy car seat out of your car and just put it in the car with me. Ima take her to see my parents and shit. Just let me know when you get home, and I’ll drop her back off with you.
When we going to talk about putting her in daycare?
Either that or letting her spend the day with my mama or something.
I know you want the break. I know you don’t like having to bring her with you to the shop,” I said.
“I’m not ready for her to go to daycare yet.
It’s too soon. She’s not even one yet. Plus, those trifling ass parents will send their kids to daycare knowing their sick, and I don’t want my baby coming home with all that mess.
As far as my daughter staying with your mom all day, ummmm…
. no,” she said, and I sucked my teeth at that bullshit.
“Ya’ll need to have a sit down, so that ya’ll can hash out whatever bullshit that ya’ll got going on. That’s my mama at the end of the day, and you are my daughter’s mom, so ya’ll gotta be cordial,” I snapped, and she chose to ignore, and not feed into what I said.
She finished sweeping, so she took the broom and dustpan to the back.
I was a man that was going to always look at a woman’s ass when she turned around, and Promise had one of the prettiest, fattest asses to me, so of course I looked.
She was rocking a pair of skintight, denim jeans that hugged her frame, having me look the entire time that she walked away, up until she came back.
“Since you got twenty minutes, you’ll give me a quick line up? My shit looking crazy. I been wearing this hat for a week now,” I said, once she was back out front.
I removed the hat from my head, so that I could show her that I wasn’t being dramatic, and that I really did need a line up. Shit, I needed some fresh braids too, but I knew not to ask because her next client would be here soon.
“Come on because that shit is looking crazy,” she replied, going over to her styling chair, where I took a seat.
Promise knew how to line me up. She’s done it before in the past. I sat down, putting the hat in my lap, while she came over, going for her station, and before she started, she stood right in front of me, planting herself in between my legs, so that she could use the small comb that was in her hands, and she combed the hair in the front, where my hairline was.
Once she was done with that, she pulled my braids up into a clip, so that she could line up my entire head.
“Where your nigga at?” I asked, just to make small talk with her.
“Who’s my nigga, Rico? I never told you that I had a nigga,” she said, playing dumb, like she didn’t have a clue who I talking about.
She reached behind her, so that she could go inside of her drawer, and she pulled out the neck strip. She cut it where it was long enough for me, and once it was to her liking, she placed it around my neck. Right after, she grabbed a cape, and she put it around me as well.
“So, you fuckin that nigga, he coming to the crib to drop off gifts for you, yet you saying that he ain’t your nigga. Let me guess, he not trying to commit?” I asked, wanting to know.
“Rico, stay out my business. That’s why me, and you can never get along for long periods of time because you be trying to mix co- parenting with being involved in my personal life.
You see I don’t ever ask you about hoes.
I support you getting a bitch. You see I was ready to give you my client’s phone number, and social media,” she snapped, right when she turned on the clippers.
She went ahead, and started lining me up, and I looked up at her while she was doing it.
“Yeah aight. Tell a nigga anything,” I responded.
“How did it go with your lawyer?” she wanted to know, changing the subject.
“Shit, it was cool. From what he’s telling me, I may just get hit with a big ass fine.
I’m hoping that that’s the case. I mean, the shit going to make me look bad when it comes to NFL teams scouting me because now my ass is a risk, but I got faith that it’s going to all work in my favor.
When that day does come for the draft pick, and hopefully if I’m a part of it, I gotta get the fuck out of Miami.
I’m getting into too much bullshit. I wanna go somewhere far.
Hopefully, I’ll sign some major deals, so I can send for my daughter, and you can fly out with her in a private jet or some shit.
Daddy baby gotta be rolling in to support me in style.
She’ll be old enough to come to my games by then.
You know I didn’t really want her at the games this season because all that shit was going to be too much for her,” I expressed.
She smiled at my words, as she continued working on me, lining me up.
“You going to have that little girl so rotten. I love that for Romy though. You’re giving her something that I never had.
My dad wasn’t in the picture, and I’m just glad that Romy won’t be able to grow up and say the same thing.
You may get on my damn nerves Rico, but you don’t play when it comes to your daughter, and that’s something that I love about you.
No matter what you have going on, you always call or text me while you’re out, so that you can see where Romy is, so that you can come see her, even if it’s only for a few minutes.
That’s one thing that I’ll never be able to take from you,” she gave me my flowers, which was something that she rarely did because me, and Promise beefed more than anything.
“I appreciate that. No lie, that shit means a lot to me coming from you. You get on my nerves too, but I’ll give you your flowers and let you know that you’re a good mom too.
You started out rocky ass fuck though. You used to have my baby with all your home girls, having get togethers and shit at your crib, and I used to hate that shit.
I’ve learned to give you grace though. I didn’t know shit about postpartum back then, so I had no understanding why you needed a break, and some of the other shit that you would tell me.
I see it now. You work hard for Romy, and that’s one of the things that I love.
You about to have a baby daddy that’s going to the NFL, going to sign a few million-dollar contracts, but you still out here grinding, getting yours, and I respect that,” I let her know, giving her, her flowers as well.
Promise thanked me, and then she finished lining me up in silence.
It didn’t take long, and when she was done, she handed me the small mirror, so that I could check it out.
She took the clip out of my hair, allowing my braids to fall, as I moved the mirror around, checking out the good job that she’d done.
“Aight. You know a lil something,” I gassed her, and she just laughed, while reaching behind me, so that she could remove the cape that she’d placed on me.
She took off the strip that she’d placed around my neck as well and used the brush to wipe away any hair that had fallen on my neck, or my shirt. While she was doing that, I pulled out a hundred-dollar bill from my wallet, and I stuck it in the pocket of the styling cape that she was wearing.
When she finished, she continued to have her body planted in front of me, examining her handy work.
I don’t know what the fuck had come over me, but I was staring at my baby mama in a way like she was edible.
Granted, she’s always been fine, but with the way that we beef, I haven’t been able to look past the anger and see her as the attractive woman that she was in a while.
Whatever the fuck this was that I was feeling, her ass was feeling it too because she was looking at me in the same manner. Not only that, but she could have moved from standing in front of me a while ago, but she chose not to.
I tried my luck with her, just to see what she would do.
I picked my hands up, putting them on her ass, loving how heavy that shit felt.
I hadn’t touched her like this in a long ass time.
I thought she would slap my hands out the way, curse me out, and tell me to move, but she didn’t do any of those things.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck, came a little close to me, and before I knew it, our lips touched, and we were passionately kissing.
I took my hands off her ass, allowing them to go on her waist, where I lifted her, and I planted her in my lap.
The kiss had my dick jumping. I was hard as fuck.
Right when the thought came to mind for me to lift her up, and carry her to the back, just so that we could get a quickie in, I heard my daughter let out a whine, that was followed by a cry, causing us both to pull back from each other.
Promise quickly jumped up from my lap, and she rushed over to Romy, grabbing her from the couch.
She immediately stopped crying, but when I made it over, she started fussing some more, moving around in her mom’s arms, wanting me to come pick her up.
Promise handed Romy to me, and I wiped the little tears that had fallen from her eyes.
“Rico, I—”
“Don’t worry about it. Nothing happened. Go get your keys out your purse, so I can get your car seat out,” I felt the need to cut her off because I already knew that she was getting ready to come up with an excuse about what had just taken place.
I really don’t know why we did that shit, but we did it.
She moved quickly, going to the back, for her keys, and she came back with them, handing them to me. As I was walking outside with Romy, Promise’s next client was walking in. I was able to hold my daughter with one hand, while I took her car seat out of Promise’s car, and placed it in mine.
I took her back inside, so that I could give her a bottle, change her diaper, and from there, we were on the move. Shit was a little awkward now between me and Promise because when I told her that I would hit her later to bring Romy back to her, she couldn’t even look me in my eyes.
I prayed that we didn’t just complicate things for us. We had been doing good. Now, I didn’t know if emotions were going to get involved and fuck up the progress that we had been making.