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We guffawed.
“Yeah, Sif is like that sometimes too. And he acts like I’m exaggerating. It’s like the woman has to start sucking their dick for them to realize they’re being checked for.”
“Exactly! Then we argue because he doesn’t see the big deal.”
“But let a nigga smile at us or be genuinely nice, then it’s a problem.”
“Oh my gosh. So true.” I shook my head. “Anyway, I need you to tell me how you don’t get jealous so I can implement it into my life, because it’s not cute.” I curled my lip, causing Anastazia to laugh as she closed up one container.
“You won’t ever not be jealous, Banks. If you don’t care, you have a bigger issue. It’s healthy and normal to feel that way.”
“So you’re jealous too? Why? My brother is obsessed with you.”
“I am at times, but most of the time, I don’t say anything, and usually, he has no hand in it. Like when I posted him for Father’s Day, I had to turn the comments off because of how crazy and disrespectful it got from some of these bitches.”
I broke out into laughter.
“I was wondering why you did that.” I smiled.
I would never mention to Stazi how Kailey and I cracked up at the girl who commented asking how much longer would she be married to Asif or the one chick asking if he wanted a side baby.
“Talking about some ‘can he be my daddy too?’” We cackled as she rolled her eyes. “I was pissed about it, but I didn’t say anything because he can’t help that.” She smiled. “It’s all about how your man handles it. If he’s feeding into it, then that’s an issue. If he’s just existing, you can’t really be mad at him, and you don’t want to be arguing with your man over women who will never have him. It’s pointless.
“Plus, Low is warring with your brothers over you. That man is not worried about anyone but you, or else he wouldn’t waste his time.”
“I get it. I ran into his ex from way back at the library and she told me she fucked him last year, and I was pissed! He wasn’t even mine then!”
We shared a chuckle.
“You must have had sex with him.”
My smile dissipated as she stared at me over the counter, having finished bagging up the Tupperware for Low and me.
“Why you say that?”
“Because that will heighten your jealousy, especially when you think about another girl getting what you get.” Her brows lifted briefly.
“Maybe like once,” I jested before we giggled.
“Yeah, okay. I won’t tell.”
“Okay, a lot of times, and yes, I hate thinking about Rue doing what we do with Low.”
“That’s normal, but back then, she wasn’t even really his girlfriend, Banks. I used to feel bad for her because it was so clear how little he cared, if at all, but she kept accepting, so I stopped giving a damn. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Low like he is with you, and I barely know him in that way.”
“That makes me feel better.” I sighed, still somewhat wishing I could take a non jealousy pill and be like the old Banks.
What Low and I had was so intense that it was exciting, fun, but also scary as hell. He could literally crush me with one simple move, and I wasn’t used to this. I had never been at a nigga’s mercy.
As I was about to talk, I saw Anastazia’s face light up like a Christmas tree as she stared over my shoulder. I recognized that look on her just as my brother’s cologne wafted into the kitchen.
“Damn, you got company again?” His deep voice peppered the room as he walked in, shirtless and holding their third son and fourth child Asante.
Sophie and Amir were at school and daycare respectively, while Amare was napping, according to Anastazia.
They’d taken a few years off from procreating after Amare but were now back to it, hence Asante laying in his daddy’s arms now. My brother had all of his kids’ names tatted down his forearms.
“I only had one person over earlier, and that was Scotland so she could do my nails.” She held them out as Asif kissed my forehead just before I pecked my nephew’s chubby cheeks as he lay on one of his father’s arms.
