Page 73 of Standing In The Sun

The dark tint on the expensive ride stuck out like a sore thumb drawing attention from everyone. The closer she got to Sheena’s house she could see her Mama and her friends on the porch, probably listening to music and talking shit.

Lunar sat up, always on high alert though he felt he was good in any neighborhood. That was the shit Mav made sure to instill in him. It was what kept his music relatable and the industry trying to figure out if he was just a rich kid that pretended to know shooters or if he’d really been around them.

His answer - fuck yea, he knew killers.

When she pulled up against the curb. Sheena stood up, squinted her eyes and put her hands on her wide hips. Her t-shirt and worn leggings looked like they’d seen better days but Sheena wasn’t one to get rid of shit. Maybe that was once a common thing between her and Ish.

Sheena put her hand over her eyes to shield the sun and get a good look at who was pulling up to her house.

Ahvi watched her, snickering before she got out. “You so nosy,” she laughed, rounding the car knowing Lunar would bring Kamari.

“Girl, thought I was ‘bout to have to up the blickey on you,” Sheena twisted her finger to mimic a gun, making everyone on the porch laugh.

Lunar got out the car, throwing his hand up to greet everyone, before getting Kamari - who was talking up a storm.

Seeing Lunar, Sheena smoothed her clothes down. “Oh hey, son-in-law.”

Ahvi choked. “Son-in-law? Since the fuck when?” Walking onto the porch she spoke to everyone. “You just be showing out.”

Sheena swatted her away. “When that boy came up in here with Kamari after you got locked up, I knew right then and there he was my son-in-law.”

“I barely knew him,” she snapped. The abandonment she felt back then reared its ugly head.

Sheena had always been selfish, only really looking out for herself but Ahvi thought her Mama would take care of her son because Ahvi needed her to. It wasn’t like Ahvi had left him to run the streets. She was locked up with no family except her mom to help. It only made sense that Sheena get her only grandbaby.

“What’s up?” Lunar nodded to everyone on the porch.

“Look at that boy…y’all dressed just alike,” One of Sheena’s neighborhood buddies commented as if everyone else didn’t have eyes to see it.

Kamari and Lunar both had on denim shorts, clean white shirts, and designer shoes. Lunar had a few of his chains on while Kamari only had one that Ahvi argued with him about. She didn’t think her son needed something so expensive but she lost that argument.

Sheena tussled Kamari’s hair. “He needs something done to his head.”

“He won’t let his mama comb it.”

“I saw a picture Butta sent me and he had some braids. Who did that?” Sheena asked, trying to play with Kamari who paid her dust.

Ahvi kissed her teeth making Lunar laugh. “Me.”

“You do hair?” Sheena asked, confused.

“Hell no.” Ahvi rolled her eyes. “My baby parts be crooked and the braids be all sizes.”

“My boy be fresh. Why you always hating, Ahvi?”

Her body shivered when he said her name. Her name on Lunar’s lips had the ability to make her do just about anything. He pulled her to him, whispering in her ear, making her blush.

“I see you, girl,” the friend chimed in again.

Sheena smirked. “Dro been over here looking for you.”

Ahvi pulled away from Lunar, looking down the street like saying his name would make him pop up. She didn’t know how she felt about him skipping town with some girl like they didn’t have a son to see ‘bout. No, he didn’t know she was going to get locked up, but whether or not she was free or not, he still should’ve prioritized being around for his son.

Lunar stepped up. “Oh yea?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Give him my number…I believe men should be in their kids’ lives.”

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