Page 39 of Sunday

Three Weeks Later

“Come on, Chaz. Quit playing.”

“You mighty anxious ’bout what this baby gonna be, boy.”

He had placed the burnout powder packets in the exhaust pipes over half an hour ago. Now he was just showing off his car for our guests, and I wasn’t on that shit.

“I got ya boy. Now get in that car and show me what my baby gon’ be.”

He chuckled and started milly rocking while he smirked at me.

“Boy, you wild,” Shawn declared and shook his head.

We were at Shawn’s brother Benjamin’s house for the gender reveal. Because we were doing a burnout, he offered us the use of his house as a private location since burnouts were illegal. It worked out well because the gender reveal had turned into a pool party, and the day had been fun for everyone. His house was over three-thousand-square-feet with four acres of property and a long ass driveway.

We cooked out, played some games, swam, and chatted it up. It was time for the reveal, which would signal the end of the party.

Everyone had moved from the swimming pool area and relocated to the side of the driveway that held the basketball court.

“I promise you, the next time ya ass won’t be involved in my gender reveal.”

Chaz stopped dancing, his eyebrows lifted, and that was when I realized my mistake. “Let me holla at you for a sec, my nig.”

He fast-walked away from me with an urgency down to the bottom of the driveway. When I reached him, Chaz tilted his head and mugged me. “Nigga, is you crazy? What’s this next time? You planning a family with that girl or what?”

“You worried about the wrong thing right now.”

“I’m just saying. This shit with Sunday is moving awfully fast.”

“Ain’t you the same one who said she was a good look on me?”

“Yeah. But that was when I thought y’all was just kicking it. Talking about families is another thing. I don’t think you ready for all that.”

I sighed and glanced at where Sunday stood on the passenger side of the car. “Is that what you think?”

“It’s what I know.”

“Listen. I ain’t got no problem with you looking out for me. My problem is that you tryna ruin a good day for her,” I explained and jerked my head in her direction.

There was a crowd around the car, but Sunday’s hands rested on the top of the car as she looked at Chaz and me with mild curiosity.

“Not trying to ruin your day, Cedar. I’m tryna keep my homie from getting hurt again and shit. My bad.” He threw his hands up in mock apology as if to say he was stepping back and wouldn’t get involved in my shit.

“You had one job, nigga,” I replied and snatched his keys from his hands.

I ran up the driveway to Chaz’s car, with him slowly coming after me. I could outrun that nigga easily because his ass was a lineman on our high school football team, and I was a wide receiver. I easily blew him out of the water in a race.

“Jump in the car!” I shouted to Sunday.

Her eyes ballooned, but she did exactly what I asked.

I hopped in his car, pressed the ignition button, and everyone cheered.

Sunday giggled. “What are you doing?”

“That nigga wanted to keep playing. Ain’t nobody got time for that. You ready to see what our little stink ’bout to be?” I asked and rubbed her belly gently.

“You know I am.”

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