A month had passed, and my bitch ass parole officer was still in my shit, so I was playing the crib pretty close. It only took Keisha six days to call me and say she had nine thousand three hundred for me. She’d broken the pound down into quarters and half quarters, and the shit went like hot cakes. I kept the other pound for my personal. That way I wouldn’t have to spend money on no tree. Yeah, I smoke like a motherfuckin Jamaican. Needless to say, that “Sour” was the best shit I’d ever smoked. And I loved it! One blunt and I’d be too through! I still didn’t give Keisha no dick. Although I did break down and let her suck me off. She seemed to be satisfied with that for now. I added the money she gave me, to the money that I already had to invest into the building I needed. I wasn’t fucking up no more money. I was currently sitting on about twenty- five stacks, not counting the money that Tamia had for me. I’d spent the night with her three nights prior, and she’d assured me that the money was there when I needed it. I figured I was gonna need money for the building, renovations, and startup capital. Hustling in the streets was dead. The penitentiary had enough slaves in it without adding me to the cotton fields. For a real nigga, it aint but two ways outta the streets. Prison or the graveyard. I was sitting on my living room floor, getting my ass kicked in John Madden Football when Monique came up behind me and threw her arms around my neck. Since I had to be in the house a lot, we’d been fucking so much my nutts were empty! If she wanted some dick now, I probably couldn’t skeet nothing but water! “Hey big daddy.” Monique purred in my ear.
“Hey baby. Ah shit! I just threw a fuckin interception!”
“You winning big daddy?”
“I would be if you’d sit that wide ass down” I laughed playfully.
“I’m sorry daddy.” Monique still didn’t move, and I couldn’t see the fuckin T.V. Tom Brady threw a touchdown on my Minnesota Vikings because I couldn’t fuckin see!
“Damn Monique, you fuckin up my game!”
“Well damn, excuse me. I was just trying to show you this!” Monique threw something in my lap and stomped off to the back. I picked it up and didn’t know what the fuck it was until I turned it over and read. First Response Pregnancy Test. I looked down and saw the plus sign in the small box. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what that meant. I threw the game controller halfway across the room as I jumped from the floor!
“Oh shit! Monique! Monique!” I dashed off down the hall way behind her. Standing in the bedroom door, she was pouting with her arms folded across her chest. “Is this? Is this…?”
“I been trying to tell you, you gonna be a daddy.”
“Oh shit!” I yelled as Monique threw her arms around my neck, jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist!
“That’s right big daddy!”
I jumped, hollered, and screamed til I was exhausted! I was about to be a father. Yeah!