Page 117 of Ony If It's You
“I don’t know, I don’t want to cross boundaries and make you uncomfortable.”
“Bruh, I’ve known you my entire life, so I’m not uncomfortable, just pissed off to be real. Kehlani and the kids love you though so imagine me not allowing you to be around.”
“Right.” She laughed awkwardly putting us back in this weird space.
“You think my girl would like this?” I turned my computer to face her for her opinion. She was a woman; she was better at this shit than I was.
“It’s beautiful, definitely screams Kehlani. It’s too big for this small space though.” Her hand circled, indicating our current living room.
“Yeah, I know.” I eyed the furniture set as I ran my hand across my fresh fade. “I bought her a house.”
“Javyous,” she whispered with big ass smile on her face. “Wow, you’ve really grown up. I know you’re a grown man and all, but just a year ago you were shacking up with two hussies and now you’re buying yourwifea house? I’m so proud of you.”
Smirking I glanced her way.
“Is it because I’ve grown or because I’m not with thehussiesanymore?”
“Both,” she answered with a wide smile on her face and I laughed.
“Word, we gon’ need the space though. With my son coming and y’all staying at the crib from time to time, this townhouse ain’t nowhere near big enough.”
“Son? It’s a boy?”
Just as she answered the question there was a knock at the door. I frowned at how hard and loud it was but didn’t think much of it as I stood to answer it.
“I mean we don’t know officially, but I know what I make.” I answered her question as I pulled the door open to find the last mothafucka that I wanted to see standing there. “Fuck is you doing at my crib?”
“Where is Phyllis?” he asked, blatantly ignoring my question. I was going to let him get off with his little attitude before he tried to enter my shit without consent.
“Naw, step back.” I gave him a light shove.
“Oh, I can’t come in?”
“Naw you can’t, mothafucka,” I spat.
“Whatever, get my woman.” He waved me off like I was some fucking errand boy.
“You ain’t got no mothafuckin’ woman in here, my nigga, and I don’t know who the fuck you think you talking to and waving off like that but yo’ ass better fucking recognize.”
“And if I don’t?” he asked, stepping to me but sure to leave enough space to keep shit respectable, but me, I ain’t give a fuck so I eliminated all that shit.
“And if you don’t you gon’ fuck around and find yourself on the receiving end of this ass whooping.”
“Is everything okay, baby?” Kehlani asked from behind me before I felt her soft hands on my back.
I looked over my shoulder at her briefly before I nodded and answered, “Yeah, baby, step back for me.”
“Javy—”
“Back, baby,” I repeated, cutting her off. I only felt her hands on me for a few more seconds before the disconnect. My father chuckled at the gesture like something was funny. “Training her up well I see.”
“My patience with you is nonexistent so you don’t even have one more mothafuckin’ time to say some flaw shit out ya’ mouth to me… matter fact you need to bounce before you really piss me off.”
“I’m not going nowhere without?—”
WHAM!
A fist to his mouth silenced his sentence and sent him crashing backward onto his ass. I heard my girl and mama yelp, but I ain’t have time to worry about that. Instead, I stepped out the door and kneeled down to pull my pops up by the front of his shirt.
