Page 96 of Arris, Jayme & Dyani
“Thank you.”
“So, that’s it? We good now?”
“As good as we’re going to be right now,” I said. “It’s all love over here and I feel you being protective of yo’ little sister for real.”
“Thank you.”
I nodded. “If you have any questions or concerns or whatever, this is your chance though.”
“Alright. Be real with me then. Why Dyani? I know you said because you just wanted her but I know you don’t even get down like that. So be real with me.”
“You know your sister better than I do, but if you just want to hear it from me, Dyani is an amazing woman. She’s smart and beautiful. She’s goal and family oriented. Blake loves her and it’s amazing to see how much she loves him back. She’s soft in a way Jayme ain’t and that’s not to knock her because I wouldn’t trade Jayme for the mothafuckin’ world but it’s amazing having that balance in my life. She’s so sweet and supportive and I don’t know. She’s funny as hell and I feel like I can just chop it up with her about any fucking thing. She’s not like these groupie bitches who want to fuck with someone just because they’re branded by DP or no shit like that. She’s real and I like that. I love that shit.” I took another drink from my beer bottle. “I love her.”
Darryl’s eyes jumped.
“What?”
“You heard me.” I leaned back in my seat.
“So you actually think this shit is sustainable? You, Dyani, and Jayme?”
“I know it is because I love them and they love me and each other. Shit ain’t gon’ always be easy but nothing worth having ever is and I ain’t ever been one to quit.”
“Alright.” Darryl exhaled. “Well, good luck.”
“Thanks.” I tilted my head back and finished my beer. Then I set it on the corner of the table. “Go ahead and cover that tab, lil nigga.”
I hopped up, dusted myself off, and offered Darryl my hand. He dapped me up and we both grinned. There was a newfound respect between us and I was also happy I could go home to my baby and let her know her nigga and her brother had dapped it up and she wouldn’t see us on the news anytime soon for tearing shit the fuck down in public.
I glancedaround the tournament and made sure I had eyes on both of my women. Dyani was standing near Darryl with an ice cream in hand while Jayme was with Blake near a few of the other concrete roses, glancing at their kids as they played in the bouncy house we’d gotten.
I took another bite of my chicken and dropped it back on the little plate.
The annual block party was always a big deal so of course I had to show up and bring both of my babies along with me. There were food and ice cream trucks as well as the bouncy house and a DJ. DP picked up the tab for all the food available but there were some local hits out here and I knew for a fact I wanted one of Miss Delanie’s soul food plates before I headed out.
I dapped up some of the DP members who closed in on me and we stood around and just talked while we ate and a few of us drank a little bit.
I glanced at my women again.
“Nigga, you paranoid or what?” one of the DP members joked.
“He gotta keep his head on a swivel with two women to run his ass ragged.”
“Especially when they’re fine like mine,” I shrugged, “I’d hate to have to show my hands out here, but y’all know I never played about Jayme and that shit goes for Dyani now too.”
“Nigga, ain’t nobody gon’ mess with your women. This whole shit is built on us keeping shit cool and neutral.”
“And I’d never take shit anywhere crazy. I just respond to craziness when it’s brought to me,” I said simply. “I never one hundred percent trust niggas who participate in skin trade though.”
“Nah. That’s real as fuck.”
“Exactly.” My eyes automatically gravitated back to Jayme who was helping Blake out of the bouncy house. “Alright. I’ll fuck with y’all.”
“I know you not going to run behind one of them women.” He chuckled. “You can calm down. I promise. They’re among family nigga, especially Jay.”
“And I’m still gon’ be a present father, bitch.” I chuckled and pushed him away.
“Nah. That’s real.”
