Chapter 41
“Your man, huh? Well, why that nigga can’t pay me money, instead of having you over here, scrubbing the next man’s toilet?”
She sighed. “Well—”
“Daddy, did you cook breakfast?” My daughter questioned her as she came jogging across the living room.
I smiled, as I peered at my baby. Shi was ten, tall, slender, red, and every spit of her mama. Rocking her pink Versace robe, it was evident that she was a princess of the castle.
“Oh, I like that robe, girl,” Babi complimented, before I could even properly introduce them.
Shi smiled. “Me too. But who are you?”
“I’m Babi. I owe your daddy some money, so he wants me to be his slave or whatever.”
Shi giggled. “His slave?”
“Girl, that’s what it feels like. Want me to clean this big ole house.”
“Ooh.” Shi dramatically winced. “I feel your pain. I could never.”
Leaning my head back, I checked out my sassy daughter. “Daddy!”
Lifting my head, I saw my other daughter, Aspen, skip across the living room. She was seven, and favored me more than her mama. She had my complexion, height, hair texture, and bowlegs. Probably just waking up, she had on some Simpson’s pajamas.
“What’s up, baby?” I asked her. “What are we gonna eat?”
I smiled. “I guess that I gotta go in the kitchen and whip up something.”
Babi cleared her throat. “If you’d like, I could cook for y’all.” Aspen squinted. “Daddy, who is she?”
“Daddy’s slave,” Shi spoke up. “Slave?” Aspen frowned in confusion.