Page 155 of Don Caselli

“Sorry.”

I leaned my head against the wall, nervous for them to mess around with my dick. This was my prized possession. “Thanks.”

“And because of that you don’t want kids at all?” He sat back in the chair, and gave me his attention, which was fucking weird.

“Wedon’t want children.”

“I respect it. After Dennis, it would be hard to compete with him… fucking boy is perfect. It’s because of the way I sme… never mind.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, we don’t want to compete with Dennis.”

“You committing to forever with her. Is that something you can deal with?”

I ignored the fuck out my brother and looked at the lady behind the desk. “I saw how scared she was that night, and it made me realize I never want to see her in pain like that. Not from something that she doesn’t want.”

“What do you want?”

“I want her. Kids ain’t never been a thought, so why the fuck would I give up the love of my life for some fluid floating around in my ball sack?”

“Fair.”

“Yeah. I told her to plan the wedding of her dreams… Mens, wanna do me a favor?”

He looked over at me slowly. “What?”

“Be my best man.”

He snorted with a smirk. “Word?”

“Yeah… you ain’t my favorite person, but I don’t want to take that next step without you by my side.”

“Not Beans.”

“Beans don’t give a fuck ‘bout shit like that, not when it comes to him or you.” I laughed because Beans just happened to be in the function.

“Let me cover the wedding… my gift.”

I leaned forward and looked my brother in the eyes. “Fuck no.”

I’d fuck a dolphin before I let my brother give me any money for my wedding. I watched the way he was on Jeffie for this damn gala; he wasn’t about to make an already stressful process even more stressful.

“I’m a bum?”

“Ain’t say that.”

He leaned up, getting serious. “Childbirth is the closest thing to death a woman experiences. I like death, live for death, but for the first time death scared me. It involved Wonder, and I didn’t like that shit.”

This was the deepest conversation I had ever had with my brother. “You understand how I felt then.”

“Yeah.”

“She’s healthy and had your baby boy… don’t even think about it.” I could see him in his head, running back different scenarios.

“Question? Angie always been good to you, right?”

The random fucking questions never failed with him. “Hell yeah, Ang was good to me,” I replied, knowing how much she meant to me, and how she was like a mother to all of us.

“In what way?”

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