Page 21 of Heart Of A Goon II

“Fair. You know what I want when I see you?”

“What?”

“A kiss.”

“I can do that.”

“I wanna kiss both lips, though.”

I gasped. “Gerald… stop being nasty.”

“You gonna let me?”

“Yep.”

“My girl. Get some sleep and call me when you wake up, okay?”

“Then you’ll probably be sleeping.”

“Don’t care... call me, Zoya.”

“Whatever, Gerald.”

“Aye?”

“Yes?”

“I love the fuck out you, Boobie. Never forget that shit, ight?”

I didn’t like how this conversation was ending. “Can never forget that, Pumpkin. Make sure yo’ ass don’t leave me a single mother, ight?” I mocked him.

“Bet.”

“Love you, Goo.”

Gerald snickered. “Knew yo’ ass better had said the shit back to me.”

“Stop talking shit and go handle business. He was beating off to your girl… you letting that slide?”

“Bye, Z.”

“Ger—”

I laughed because I had pissed him off, and he knew I hated whenever he called me fucking Z. That was a nickname I wished he left alone because it pissed me off whenever he said it.

I carefully stood up and went back inside, leaving the door opened to feel the fresh breeze. Zayah stirred as I made a little fort of pillows on the empty side and then climbed into bed.

With Zayah sleeping with me tonight, and being pregnant, I wasn’t sure I could take my sleep medication anymore. My eyes grew heavy the longer I stared at the vaulted ceiling, until I eventually allowed myself to fall asleep.

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Recommendation: Listen to “I Tried” by Bone Thugs -N- Harmony

“Gwaan bring dat man ’round again an’ watch wah gwan, Sharon,” Chef warned my aunt, but was talking to my mother. My aunt sat on the couch with her arms folded.

Things were just good.

My uncle had come home from prison, and my aunt and mother threw him a welcome home party. Everybody came out to welcome Chef home, and we were all happy.