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“We? You speak French?”
“Negroe please, you didn’t buy that big ole mansion for just you and my niece.”
“This is far from a mansion,” I chuckled. “It’s only a five bedroom and 3.5 bathrooms. Shit, Mama got the same amount of rooms in her house.”
“Duh, she got all them damn kids,” she said as if she wasn’t one of them. “She's been saying she wants a brand new house because hers is outdated.”
“Shittt, she better get a brand new job or save the money I give her for renovations then.”
“I have a better chance at winning the lottery and marrying Michael B. Jordan,” she chortled. “But now that I’m seeing your house I see what she means. Like yea, we have the same amount of rooms at the house in Gentilly but your house is obviously bigger and it’s brand new. Those marble white floors and high ceilings just scream grand. You have to get it furnished and decorated asap, cause I’m staying with you for Thanksgiving and Christmas break.”
“I’m about to get my potna’s wife on the job.”
“The girl who did your barbershops, right? What was her name…Juri?”
“Yea, and she was out of comfort zone with my barbershops because she’d never done that before yet she still executed my vision. She specializes in decorating homes, so I know she’d get me right.”
“What’s your vision for the house?”
“I honestly don’t even know,” I chuckled. “All I know is that I want Alouri’s room to be pink and Hello Kitty.”
“Hello Kitty, huh?” She giggled. “Lourdes got crazy influence.”
“It was Lourdes’ idea,” I laughed. “Shit, I might just have Juri communicate with Lourdes when it comes to getting this house together. She should have a say about the house she gon’ be living in.”
“Wait, what? Didn’t she just get her own place?”
“She got her own place in the summer.”
“Okay, so that wasn’t that long ago. She’s just gonna up and move with you? I know y’all are working things out, but damn,” she tittered. “Y’all not wasting no time, huh?”
“We’re having a baby, so yea…we’re not wasting time.”
“So she agreed to move into that house with you? Cause she was in her close friends a few hours ago asking how she should set everything up in Alouri’s nursery at her house.”
That information snapped me out of my delusion in record time. I had taken sex talk to heart and stupidly thought that Lourdes was really down to move in with me. She was still preparing her home for our baby’s arrival, so she was undeniably agreeing to anything I said because I was fucking her good. But maybe I was jumping the gun and saying outrageous shit because that pussy felt that good. I’d always heard niggas brag about pregnant pussy, but I never experienced it for myself. Lourdes had top tier pussy anyway, but being pregnant had taken her shit to another level. It made no sense for a pussy to be that tight and wet. Just last night I was promising her a brand new car and a vacation while I was balls deep inside of her. Maybe I had jumped the gun by asking her to move in with me. It was probably best for us to hold down our own places while we worked on our relationship. I still had lingering trust issues with her and she most likely had some hang ups with me, too. I also couldn’t ignore the fact that she possibly preferred living alone after co-habitating with a bum ass nigga for years. One thing was for certain though, if she didn’t want to live with me then I wasn’t going to press the issue. For now at least.
“She can set up Alouri’s room at her house. I’m gon’ be the one putting together her crib and shit, so that’s cool. But my baby is coming back here when she leaves the hospital and she’ll be here for those first few weeks,” I declared. “And Lourdes gon’ have her ass over here, too.”
“Aw lawd, there you go.”
“What?”
“You’re about to hop in your controlling bag. But you can’t control where that girl stays with her baby.”
“Her baby? Last time I checked, Alouri came from my ball sack. And I’m not being controlling, I'm looking out for everybody’s best interest. It’s best if we’re under one roof when the baby gets here so we can both be as hands on as possible.”
“So be under one roof at her house.”
“I don’t like the area Lourdes lived in. There’s going to be times where I have to leave and go to work. I don’t want her to be at home alone for hours at a time with my new born baby.”
“I’m sure Ms. Lucia or Granny will go over there whenever you leave. They might even be there to help when you’re there with her.”
“They can come help at my house. They’d have their own room over here and everything. I’m sure they’d prefer being here, too, once they see it. I was just talking to Ms. Lucia and she agreed that Lo don’t live in the best environment to raise kids.”
“Oh, you’re sick!” She tossed her head back and laughed. “You’re conspiring with that girl's mama to get her out of her house.”
“I ain’t conspiring about shit. I was having a regular conversation with my daughter’s grandma.”
