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“Papa Ahmad. I was going to say Daddy Ahmad, but that doesn’t sound right.”
My hand went over my mouth as I took a seat on the step. I really didn’t know what this feeling was, but if I had to describe it, it was—happiness. This little girl came into my life and made me feel shit I’d never felt before. Bunny did too, but Rabbit’s acceptance hit different. She had bulldozed through my heart and took residence in her own little corner.
Her little head lowered as if she was sad. “Did I say something wrong?”
“Absolutely not. You just made my whole day, baby girl.”
Her face lit up as she hugged me. Bunny smiled wide as she stood watching us.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Ahmad Pryor himself.” I turned to find my cousin Saleem standing on the porch looking down at us.
“Ah shit!”
“Ahmad!” Bunny scolded.
“My bad, bun.”
I stood and walked up the steps as I slapped him a five and gave him a hug. Saleem was my cousin on my mom’s side. He was my mom’s cousin Salena’s first-born son that she reconnected with. We officially met about a year ago and we instantly clicked because the nigga had no filter just like me. His wife Pure reminded me so much of Bunny, I knew those two together was going to be hell.
“It’s good to see you, cuz,” I said as we released.
“Good to see you too, man.”
“Saleem Andre St. James! I know you heard me calling you!”
His head lowered as I chuckled. Pure emerged from the house, hand on her hip, belly round, and a mean mug on her face.
“Why you gotta be hollering and shit? Whatcha cranky ass want now?”
Her face transformed to a sad expression as Saleem shook his head.
“You didn’t get my ice cream like you promised! You don’t care about me.”
“Oh goodness. I remember those days,” Bunny said, laughing. “Hi, I’m Nala,” she introduced.
“My bad. Bunny, this is my cousin Saleem and his wife, Pure. Pure and Saleem, this is my lady, Nala.”
“Nice to meet you,” Saleem said, shaking her hand.
“Likewise.”
“Nice to meet you, Nala. And who is this cutie pie?” Pure queried.
“This is my baby girl, Makari. Makari, say hello.”
“Hello. You’re so pretty, Ms. Pure. Like Mommy.”
“Why thank you, Makari. You’re pretty, too.”
Kari blushed. “Thank you.”
“It’s funny that you want ice cream. We happened to bring some because I didn’t want to come empty handed,” Bunny said, holding up the bag.
“Butter Pecan?”
“The only ice cream I like!”
“Oh my God! Come on in here, best friend!” We laughed as we all headed inside.
