Page 11 of Our Mother's Sons

“Aite, If I come back and your lil ass on the floor, you bet not shed a tear.”

Taking one last glance, I jogged to the front door. I already knew who the fuck this was and figured, I needed to go ahead and get this shit over with.

I opened it without looking at the cameras or through the door, and there stood my twin.

“You can’t pick up the phone?”

“I haven’t gotten a call,” I lied. He and my grandma had called and I sent their asses right to voicemail too.

“Fucking liar,” Jeo pushed past me. I should have left his ass at the door but, he had a fucking key and wouldn’t hesitate to use it if I hadn’t. Knowing his way around since he’d spent too much time over before he settled with Celine’s bobble headed ass, he trudged through the house and went straight to the kitchen.

“Bro.”

Jeo stopped dead in his tracks, seeing Girl sitting on the countertop with noodles fisted in her right hand while she chugged back the apple juice with her left. Except she wasn’t using the cup I’d poured her; she was drinking from the bottle just as I had. My brother was looking back and forth between me and the baby while I just stood there smiling.

When she was done drinking, she placed the juice next to her, let out a cute little belch, and then stuffed her mouth with noodles. Her big eyes were focused on us probably trying to understand why two identical ass strange niggas were staring at her.

“You kept the fucking baby. No wonder Grandma wouldn’t let me in yesterday. You keep her in some shit,” my brother shook his head as he ventured further in the kitchen. I was on his heels.

“What the fuck was I supposed to do, Jeo?”

“Shit, the same thing we did with the other muhfuckas we found. Turn ‘em over and pray for the best.”

“The difference between her and the rest is that she is a fucking baby. She can’t speak up for herself,” I argued.

“Von,” my brother rubbed his temples before facing me. Girl’s eyes bounced between us as she continued to stuff her face.

“This a whole baby. A whole baby who belongs to people.”

“Yeah, she belongs to me. I heard all that shit you was talking yesterday so it ain’t even no need to get into all that. I’m keeping her. The folks she belonged to didn’t want her. They sold her not giving a fuck what could happen to her. Not knowing muthafuckas intentions. So, the best thing you can do is be a brother and an uncle. Cuz she mine.”

My brother and I engaged in a stare-off while suckling sounds filled the space. Girl was fucking them noodles up.

“You don’t know if her people sold her. She could have been snatched.”

“Like you said yesterday, there are parents who have been selling their children to the Russians. Look at her. I got a feeling her people sold her. You know I be knowing shit.”

It was true. I had an intuition like a muhfucka sometimes. This baby was sold for profit to the Russians, who had plans on selling her and making an even higher profit. Shit was sick.

“You like to club, hoe hop, and shop. You really ready for a baby, bro?” My brother’s expression softened.

We both turned to face Girl. Long lashes brushed up against her cheeks as she blinked.

“She’s a pretty ass baby.”

That I agreed with. Due to my brother and I being mixed with them racist bitches, our skin was light, noses were sharp and hair was fine. Fine hair and mixed didn’t mean shit because I knew black people with all different typed of textures of hair including fine and all different shades of skin. Girl was pretty as a picture even with those ugly ass plaits over her head. Her skin, too, was light, her brows were full and looked to be arched even though I knew they weren’t. I could tell that her hair was brownish, and baby hairs framed her square, round face.

“For sure,” I agreed with my brother.

“And you’re sure about keeping her?”

I nodded.

My brother rubbed his hand down his face and sighed.

“Aite.”

Furrowing my brows, I studied his expression.

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