Page 64 of Honey's Special Roux

The screen loaded onto a variety of articles, images, and pictures from over the years. She had a recent interview with a woman named LeAnn who had a daytime show based in Los Angeles. I clicked the link and turned my phone to watch the video full screen.

My lips pulled into a smile at the sight of Honey on the show. She looked so fucking beautiful. Her smile was out of this world. Her hair was styled nicely, and the clothes she wore hugged her curves in all the right places.

“Hey, Granny,”Honey said into the camera. I paused the video because this must have been before she got the news of her grandmother passing.

That was why she was in town. She had to plan a funeral for the woman who’d been her best friend her whole life. She must be going through a lot.

“Do you know if they have any funeral arrangements for Miss Janie?” I asked Dayari.

She shook her head. “Not yet. Mama said she’d tell me if they tell her anything.”

I nodded and resumed the video. LeAnn asked Honey a series of questions, and it was nice to get to know my woman again.

“Did you pass down the love of cooking on your son?”LeAnn’s question made me pause.

“What did she just say?” I asked more to myself than anyone else.

I continued the video.

Honey smiled as she answered the question.“Quis loves to eat, but he is not a fan of cooking with mommy. He’s more into coloring dinosaurs than making my famous roux.”

Quis.

Honey has a son, and his name is Quis. Did she name him after me because he’s mine? Nah… That can’t be it, can it?

“I know what you’re thinking, and you need to leave that woman alone, especially since she is grieving the loss of her grandmother. You don’t need to add no more drama to her life right now.”

“Man, fuck that. I’m finna go over there right now?—”

“Marquise, please don’t go over there and ruin that woman’s life again.”

“Ruin her life? Don’t play with me.”

“I’m dead the fuck serious, Marquise. You broke her heart getting caught up in shit and getting arrested. Are you even a changed man? If Chandler Kent walks up to you today, are you still going to take his life? Don’t go bothering that lady until you can promise her you not on no hood shit anymore.”

Dayari almost sounded good, but I wasn’t trying to hear any of that at the moment. I’d already decided. We’d already spent six years apart. I had to make shit right before she gave another mothafucka her heart.

“I’ll keep you updated, cousin.” I grinned as I kissed her cheek and stood up.

“This is why she blocked your whole family…”

“She didn’t move her folks away from me, so a part of her wanted me to come back into her life.”

“Oh, brother. You’re delusional.”

“I might be. I’m also taking these chips to go. Bye, ugly.”

“Bye, loser.”

She shook her head as I exited the apartment and went back into the parking garage. I had to make a couple of stops. I needed to grab flowers for Miss Janie. If I remembered correctly, her favorite color was yellow. I’d get a dozen yellow roses from the local flower shop. I would also pick up a dinosaur coloring book for Quis. If he was mine, I wanted to make a great first impression.

Was I mad at Honey for keeping my son away from me? Was the baby even mine?

“Nah, don’t even think like that. Honey would never give that pussy to another nigga, and she fa sho wouldn’t let another nigga nut inmypussy. She promised.”

My mind went back to one of the many times she’d uttered my favorite words.

“Marquise, why are you doing this to me?” she asked as she bit down on her bottom lip.

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