Page 177 of Anything Necessary for Her
I shook my head, in disbelief that this shit was even happening when just months ago, I had to break them up like a WWE referee.
“I didn’t get a chance to meet you before the show.” Lisara came over, her husband behind her. “Lisara, Banks’s mother.” She stuck her hand out to Whitney.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Willow’s mother, Whitney.” She obliged Lisara, and I sunk one of my hands into the pocket of my jeans while wrapping the other arm around Banks at the sight of Prime sizing Whitney up on the low. He knew of the shit she did, but I wasn’t sure if his wife was privy.
“Chianti. Banks is my baby girl.” He stuck his hand out after his wife, eyeballing Whitney in a way that made her lips part slightly and then shut. He’d nonverbally told her he knew shit.
“Nice to meet you, Chianti.” Whitney inhaled. “She’s amazing and not just on that stage.”
“She is.” He concurred as Lisara smiled widely, none the wiser, and it was right then I realized Prime hadn’t blabbed to his wife about the shit I’d told him. Not that I gave a fuck, but the fact that he hadn’t meant some shit to me.
Lisara immediately began chatting with my mama, making me smirk as Prime and Asif started talking as everyone headed out.
“Yo’ parents is cool, Peep,” I said once we’d filtered out into the parking lot.
“I know.” She nudged me, my arm around her shoulders as we meandered about.
“Nah, I mean for real. Hope yo’ mama can be an influence on mine.” I stared down into her pretty ass face.
Her eyes sparkled, looking more green right now than they did caramel-brown like always when in the sun.
She didn’t say anything; she only stared up at me, her supple, full lips pulled into a smile.
“See you this weekend! Oh hi, Low, and thank you so much! My parents love you by the way!” Kailey jogged up and then off, rushing to a white Range Rover truck with a black couple in the front seat, waving to me excitedly.
I bobbed my head to them as Banks giggled.
“Thank you for helping her too,” she said.
“I had to. She helped you, so it was only right for me to rectify shit.” I kissed Banks’s temple. “You’re beautiful, baby, in looks and the way you move on stage. Everything you do is like poetry for real. Couldn’t take my fucking eyes off you.”
“Fine, I’ll suck your dick,” she jested, catching me off guard and making me laugh as I checked behind me to make sure her parents weren’t nearby.
“Good. That’s the only reason I said that shit,” I replied, making her slap my stomach.
I helped her into my whip, and after meeting up with her big ass family to eat a big ass but fire ass dinner at the St. Thomases’, we went back to her spot.
“I have something to tell you.” She climbed into my lap once she came from the bathroom.
We’d fucked, brushed our teeth, then showered, but I was out of the bathroom before her since she had a whole ass skincare routine that took forever.
“What?” I welcomed her into my lap. She pulled the arm that was tucked behind her back and opened her hand to flash a pregnancy test that read pregnant in the window.
“I have more if you don’t believe it,” she informed as I stared down into her small hand.
“Why wouldn’t I believe it?” I asked, slightly affronted and still staring down at the white stick, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. “Fuck,” I grumbled, running a hand down my face.
Banks moved her hand, and when our eyes met, she looked confused but also offended.
“You’re upset?” I could tell by her tone that she was surprised.
“I am but at myself, Peep. I knew better and even claimed I was gon’ start using condoms, but I ain’t do it, and now look what I did?” I looked back up into her eyes once I finished speaking.
Her face relaxed some before she held the sides of my face, forcing me to look up at her perfect one.
“This is a happy thing, Willow. I’m happy about this. You didn’t do anything.Wedid this. I may have been a virgin, but I have one hundred babies in my family and a college degree. I know how they’re made.”
“But yo’ career?—”
