Chapter 11
Home Sweet Home
Old Ghost
“You just about packed?”
“Yeah, O.T., but do you think this is a good idea?”
“Don’t worry about it.” He gathered all their belongings stacking them up by the door. “Storm is taking care of all that madness and Kenya is gonna go for it.”
“Yeah, but I can’t believe my sister is gonna let me and my baby back in her house.” London protectively stared downward rubbing her belly. “She’s still mad at me.”
“It’s all good. Her and Storm is still in Detroit handling some business,” O.T. confirmed. “By the time they get back later tonight we’ll be already settled in.”
“Still, I don’t know.”
When the bellman came with the handcart to take their entire luggage down to the car O.T. did one more quick sweep of the room to ensure they hadn’t left anything. Standing on the elevator London worried if she was doing the right thing moving back under the same roof as her sister’s fiancé. Even though she had developed strong undeniable feelings for O.T., the fact that Storm’s baby was now moving and kicking drew her emotionally toward him.
“Listen up, girl, that’s the best place for us all to be chillin’ at right now,” O.T. lectured. “If that asshole Marco shows up anywhere near the condo, he’ll stick out like Uncle Luke in a camp filled with sissies! Plus, I know for a fact he knows where my and Paris’s apartment is so that’s definitely out of the question!”
“All right then,” London finally conceded.
Homecomings . . .
“Now are we clear about why they’re staying at the condo with us?”
“Storm.” Kenya smirked. “They staying with you! I already done told you I’m out!”
“Why it gotta be like that?”
“Whatever! All three of y’all can starve together!”
“What you trying to say?”
“Trying? I done said it!” Kenya looked at the Dallas skyline as they drove. “I’ma do me!”
It didn’t take being a rocket scientist for Storm to figure out his deal with Brother Rasul was about to be axed. He knew he needed that connect so he tried to do damage control. What he was about to say was the honest truth.
“Baby, I love you and always will. When I gave you that ring, I meant it. You’re the one I want. Nobody can take your place.”
“Oh yeah?” Kenya was starting to soften up as Storm caressed her hand. “Are you sure?’
“Yes, Kenya, I’m positive. The only reason I wanted London to move back in with us is to make sure nothing happens to my son.”
“Your what!” Kenya screamed snatching her hand away from his. “What you mean son? How in the fuck you know what the bastard is?”
Storm had dropped the ball and had to fess up. “First of all stop calling the baby a bastard. And secondly, I know it’s gonna be a boy because I saw the ultrasound pictures.”
“And how in the fuck did you see that?” Kenya got to going on him.
“All right, Kenya, I ain’t gonna lie!” Storm rubbed his chin as he turned the corner less than a mile from the condo. “I went to the doctor with her a couple of times and that’s when I saw it.”
“You son of a bitch!” Kenya reached over slapping his face. “You ain’t shit!”
Storm touched his cheek and smiled. “I’ll tell you what. I probably had that coming so fuck it. But it still don’t change the fact that you need to grow the hell up, face the reality of the situation, and get yourself in check!” he advised. “Because London and O.T. already moved in. They’re probably at the house now.”
Ten minutes later Storm turned into the driveway. As Kenya looked over at the condo seeing lights illuminating in the house that she hadn’t left on, she remembered the night she and London returned from Detroit to find her home destroyed, Storm missing, and Deacon’s headless torso floating in the tub.