Page 64 of Heart Of A Goon II

“I like that.” I headed out the bathroom. “Zoya?”

“Yeah?” I smiled.

“Thank you.”

I smiled at her. “I was fine with the silent thank you… you never have to thank me. Okay?”

She pursed her lips. “I’m the mama, eh?”

I held my hands up. “I don’t want any smoke, Mommy.”

She chuckled, as she rolled behind me.

When I walked into Stevie and Menace’s villa, the smell of food invaded my nostrils. It always smelled good when walking in here, unless it was eggs, then it turned my stomach. I had spent most of the night texting Stevie about any doctors she knew on the island.

That turned into her giving me the third degree and trying to convince me to go onto the main island last night. She was convinced that I was worried something was wrong with the baby. Other than wiping myself and inspecting the toilet tissue thoroughly, I wasn’t worried.

I hadn’t had any cramps or pains that would make me worry. Every morning, I said a quick prayer for this baby. After all I had gone through with its father, it better not had tried to jump ship on me.

Kobe and Syn were staying in Stevie’s villa because she wanted the company and didn’t want to stay alone. Jeffie and Skyler were staying in the villa, too, but Skyler kept to herself while Jeffie busied herself with work.

It wouldn’t have been Jeffie if she didn’t busy herself with work. I’m sure being on this island without Menace was driving her nuts. Jeffie loved Stevie and spent time with her, but Menace was her person.

Not in a weird way.

Their friendship was strictly platonic, but they were soulmates. Stevie was Menace’s entire world, but Jeffie was his soulmate, and vice versa. I used to wonder if they ever tried to get together and decided it would never work. Jeffie spoke Menace almost too well and was often the reason we understood his ass.

Sometimes.

Kobe was sitting on the couch watching TV when I walked into the sunken living room. He was watching some trashy reality show that he would be talking shit about later. I looked over at him on the couch with tears pouring down his face.

My head snapped back towards the TV, and the girls on the show were in the club having the time of their life. I plopped down beside him and rubbed his hand.

“What is wrong, Kobe?”

His eyes widened as he turned to look me in the face. “I can hear you.”

“Of course you can hear me… I can hear you,” I replied, confused on what the hell he was talking about.

Before I could protest, he broke out into more tears and hugged me tightly. “Thank God, I can hear you.”

Now, he had me scared. “Why do you keep saying that?”

“The TV is on full blast and I cannot hear it. I thought Hamza had rubbed off on me,” he said, as if his best friend being deaf could be contagious.

The plate on the coffee table told me that this fool was high off Gam’s cookies. I looked between the plate, TV, and Kobe, who was still wiping his damn eyes and trying to calm down.

“Are you high?”

“He is.” Syn laughed, as she held up the Bluetooth speaker in her hand. “Gams made him some cookies, and he wanted to be stingy, so I routed the volume from the TV to come through this speaker instead.”

Kobe looked at her and then tried to jump over the couch. “You little bitch… my life flashed between my eyes.”

I pulled him back over the couch. “You mean your life flashed before your eyes.”

Gam’s cookies weren’t shit to fuck with. She had me in Brooklyn ready to beat Meer’s ass because he wouldn’t leave me alone. Between those cookies and the nutcrackers, that night was still a slight blur.

“Don’t be stingy next time… or should I sign it for you.” Syn started to sign out what she was saying. Dramatic ass Kobe tossed himself across my lap as he sobbed into his hands.