Page 56 of On Everything
Once the food was brought out in to go bags, I paid for it and then called Cashmier who was still in the restroom twenty minutes later. This morning sickness in the evening shit is why her and me won’t be going anywhere else anytime soon.
Last night, me and Cashmier stayed at one of my smaller penthouse spots that I rented out as an Airbnb here in Brooklyn. It was nowhere near as luxurious as my other penthouse but even that shit won’t compare to what’s coming next since I’m about to have a seed running through the halls. I had dreams when I was younger of moving to Jersey and getting a big ass house or getting a penthouse in Manhattan that had that roof top pool I always wanted. Truth is, I could’ve bought that shit a while ago, but I was saving up until that type of life is necessary. Now it is, I just don’t’ know who the queen will be roaming through that mutha fucker if one.
When we made it to the Airbnb, I walked Cashmier into the building and up the stairs to the unit we were staying in.
“Alright, lock up. I’m about to leave out and makes some moves with Crew.”
“Okay I guess, but when is this ever going to slow down?”
“What do you mean when will it slow down?”
“This lifestyle of yours. You constantly having to leave me to go and meet up with Crew. Is it going to be like that when the baby gets here? I mean you seemed to be the one that wanted this kid more than anything, so I just hope you stop for a second and think about the time we will be needing in the future.”
Where Cashmier pouting is the last shit, I ever wanted to hear, I do understand what she means. I for sho want to be around for my kid and give him or her more time than the little bit that my father gave me growing up. I remember wanting to be in the gang so bad just to spend time with the nigga. I grew up with the mentality that I had to sell drugs and be in the streets to have quality time with my father.
“Things will change Cash. Don’t worry. I’ll start getting shit set up these next however many months we have until the baby gets here. Speaking of, when are you going to go to the doctor to see how far along you are? I need to know how long I have to prepare for my heir’s arrival.”
“I don’t know. I’m trying to find a doctor I trust but it’s hard because of all the good ones in New York being taken. It’s looking like we will have to go to Jersey to get a decent doctor.”
“Well, we go to fuckin Jersey then. However far we have to go to take care of our seed we will go.”
“Okay, I’ll look in Jersey too.”
She answered in a hushed tone.
“I’ll see you later tho alight. You should be straight here. This building is much safer than the last one, plus no one knows you’re here.”
“Are you sure? How did they know about your penthouse? I thought you only let people you know and care about know where you live?”
I shrugged my shoulders because I didn’t’ really have any leads on who did this shit other than the video from the door camera. When I asked her what the niggas looked like, or sounded liked, or walked like, she had little description for me. She said she held her eyes closed most of the time scared for her life as they yelled and screamed at her. Just picturing the mother of my child tied up with guns around her scared made me feel deadly. Somebody has to bleed over this shit, and I don’t give a fuck how long it takes. I simply have to find out whoever it is.
“All I can tell you is that the next spot we move to, I’m not having any homies come over other than the ones that are like my brothers. I don’t care if they work for me, or family, that’s a way to eliminate the wrong people knowing where we stay and potentially spreading that information. Your fuckin daddy can’t even come his tight pants wearing ass over no more.”
She chuckled and shook her head.
“Whatever you say Jehovah. I’ll see you later tho.”
She puckered up her lips for a kiss and I reached down to kiss her.
I’m actually surprised at how tough Cashmier is being in this situation and letting me leave here without acting crazy. I expected her to be timid and want to be under me, but she seemed back to normal after last night. I take it this was her way of showing me that she was a lot tougher than I thought. Now Ijust have to teach her ass how not to be taken so easy and defend herself if she needs too.
I left from the apartment and pulled out my phone dialing Ciara’s number as I gripped the wheel with my other hand. I still hadn’t gotten that visual of her walking away from me to go join some other niggas out of my head and I hate to be played.
“Hello?”
The sound of all the music and bullshit in the background of the restaurant was way more annoying now than when I was there. Ciara’s voice sounded as if she were tired of me, but I knew she wasn’t. Any woman that is still answering the phone for a man, ain’t tired. She just mad at a nigga but it’s nothing that I can’t change.
“Come outside the restaurant in like twenty minutes.”
“For what, Hov?”
“Fuck, fight, or fuss, shit I don’t care. I just need you from around them niggas you with and asap.”
“You’re delusional.”
“And you mine. Come outside in twenty minutes.”
I hung up the phone.
