“What the hell happened out there?” Lucky asked.
“I just got overheated; I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure that’s what it was?” My mama asked.
“Come on ma. Let me get you to the car. It’s getting late and it’s hard to leave from out here when the sun goes down,” Merci winked at me.
“I’mma go run you a bath and I’ll get this shit cleaned up down here.”
“I can do it. I just needed to cool off.”
“You sure.”
“Yeah.”
I took the stairs slowly up to our bedroom and locked myself in the bathroom. The tears dropped before I could put the toiletseat down. This was not happening to me. I know I said I didn’t care but I didn’t want to bring another boy into the world. I didn’t that and he was snatched away from me. All I could think about was it happening again. I started some water because Lucky was going to come and see what the fuck I was doing, he cared too much not to.
Before getting in the tub, I unlocked the door. Something that was supposed to be exciting turned-out sour. Friends and family captured a moment that I’ll never forget. Seeing the word boy sent a chill down my spine that I couldn’t shake. I had to be honest with Lucky and tell him the truth. If I didn’t and something happened to his son because of some shit I didn’t tell him, I would never be able to live.
Everyone was gone and Lucky was rubbing oil on my feet since I couldn’t reach them anymore. It felt so good with the amount of pressure he applying to my feet. I would cut three heads a day before he was forced to make me come home. That was how I stopped from being stir crazy in the house. I had also just got the blueprint for my new shop that I was planning to open next year. Merci thought I was playing with her, but I really want her to manage that one. I needed her help and I knew the extra money would be lovely in her pockets.
“What you think about the size of the new shop? You wanna downsize it or make it bigger?”
“It’s the perfect size. If anything, we can go down a few feet. I don’t see why it has to be that big.”
“Man, you gon’ be the biggest barber in the city. Fuck what them other niggas doing. They gon’ be threatened by your lil’ ass. I got it that big so you can do some barber classes or some shit like that out of there.”
“No, I can’t do that. No one is going to humble themselves and ask for my help.”
“That’s their lost then. On a better note, what you wanna name our son?”
“We can just name him after you.”
“Nah…nah. I hate my fucking name.”
“We can call him Lil’ Lucky like Pac did on Poetic Justice.”
“What I look like calling my son Larry. That shit lame and old as fuck. Let’s do some shit like Kason or something.”
“Ka…Kason? Why that?”
“I just like it. Why you stuttering?”
“Nothing I don’t wanna name him that.”
“You really tripping. You was just about to name our baby Larry but you don’t like Kason.”
“Why you so hell bent on naming our son that. I don’t like it,” I became aggressive.
“It means something to me. But fuck it if you ain’t feeling it.”
“Why is it so special to you?” I removed my feet and sat up on my knees. I would consider the name if he explained further.
“I knew a lil’ nigga named Kason and I said if I ever had a son, I’ll name him that.”
“Where did you know him from?” My curiosity was piqued.
“I didn’t know him, know him. But he holds a special place in my heart.”
