“Hey, boo.”
I walked back to the porch, so I could leave them to talk. “You letting her stay?” Pierre asked before I could even sit back down. “Yeah, you like shorty. You like her a lot. I’m about to go tell grandma you got a girl out here.” He stood up, making me frown.
“You lame as hell; I see why Nina don’t fuck with you no more.”
“Grandma!” Pierre yelled loud as hell after he opened the door, acting like the matter was urgent. My grandmother didn’t have a lot of patience, and I hoped she cursed him out.
Nina and Wonder talked for about ten minutes before Wonder walked over to where I was. I introduced her to everyone within earshot. I referred to her as my homegirl because that’s what she was. My grandmother and Pierre came out onto the porch, and my grandmother made a big ass deal over Wonder.
“Well, hey there. I’ve never seen Wilde with a woman, and you are pretty!” Wonder snickered as my grandmother acted just as ignorant as Pierre. “I was starting to think maybe he could only get ugly women. What’s your name?”
I frowned while everyone else laughed. “And y’all wonder why I don’t bring people around?”
“Speaking of Wonder, that’s her name, grandma. Wonder.” Pierre was lame as hell, and I couldn’t wait until Nina caught him in another cheating scandal and whooped his ass.
“Wonder. That’s different. I like it. I have a grandchild named Wilde so nothing is odd to me. Come on in and fix yourself a plate; we have plenty of food.”
“Thank you,” Wonder smiled and followed my grandmother in the house.
I was sick of the jokes already, so I stayed my black ass right outside. Five minutes later, Wonder came outside, carrying twoplates. “Your mom told me what you like to eat.” She passed me a plate, and I hiked my brow.
“You fixing me a plate?” I asked, shocked, but then I eyed the food. “You spit in this?”
Wonder sat down beside me. “I’m not ignorant like you. That’s something you would do. I’d just drop it on the floor, let it sit there for a minute, then pick it up, and put it back on the plate.”
I had just placed my mouth on a piece of chicken, and I froze. Wonder laughed and shook her head. “How did I do anything to your food with all those people in there, crazy? You are annoying.”
Kids were running around the yard, screaming and playing, and I wondered if I had the patience to deal with a child of my own. It wasn’t really like I had a choice. Even with me threatening not to be in the child’s life and me not talking to Misha, she still wasn’t going to get rid of the baby. I knew it.
“That was delicious,” Wonder stated after she’d cleared her plate.
“You can take a plate to go if you want.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
Pierre smirked as me and Wonder stood up and walked inside the house. I didn’t give a damn what he was talking about. Wonder was cool, and that was all it was.
Two days after the cookout at Wilde’s grandmother’s house, he hit me up and asked me to come over. It had also been two days since I drank lean, and after we had sex, I was getting dressed to go home, when I gave him a bashful look.
“Can I get a bottle of syrup? I’m going to pay for it. I promise.”
“Nah,” Wilde stood up and walked towards the bathroom. “You need to slow down on that shit.”
My brows furrowed, but I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I waited for a few moments to see if he was joking. When I heard him peeing, I walked into the bathroom. “Are you for real?”
“Yeah, I am. You bought the last bottle, what? Two weeks ago. You on that shit heavy.”
“And so the fuck what?” I snapped. “When did drug dealers become the moral police? Do you worry about everyone else that buys it and how often they use it?”
“I’m not sticking dick in them.”
“Nigga, and what does that mean?!” I screeched. “You stuck your dick in a woman and got her pregnant, and you don’t even check on your own child. But you’re trying to tell me what to do?”
Wilde flushed the toilet and tossed a bored look my way. “See how mad you are because I said no? That’s addict behavior. You need to take a break from that shit.”
“I’m an addict?” I recoiled from his words. “Bet. Since you’re judging and acting all high and mighty, you must be a saint. So, how I about I flush your weed down the toilet? Or throw it in the trash? ‘Cus you can do without it right?”
Still, Wilde remained calm. “I can admit I’m addicted to weed, and I’m not judging you. I’m just telling you that you don’t want to let that shit get out of control. I only have three bottles left, and I don’t know when I’m going to get my next case. You might have to go without it for a week or two anyway. Go ahead and start weaning yourself off the shit.”
