“I’m saying you better not be lying to me and covering some shit up that’s gone hurt my sister.”
Benny was humming to himself with mashed potatoes on his chin, completely oblivious to the tension.
“I don’t know what’s going on with Kilo,” I said calmly. “If I did, I’d say something. If the nigga don’t wanna talk, that’s on him.”
Goldie leaned forward on her elbows. “That’s your final answer?”
“For now.”
She stared at me a second longer, then pushed her plate forward. “If I find out you’re lying to protect that bald-headed nigga, I’m busting you in yo’ shit.”
“You ain’t gone do shit.” I challenged.
“You’ll see when you be sleeping on the couch.”
“I’ain sleepin’ nowhere but in my bed.”
“With no sex.”
I damn near choked on my food.
“You got me fucked up, Goldie.”
“And you’ll be horny.”
I leaned back and laughed, shaking my head. “You really got me fucked up thinking you gone punish me for some shit I’ain even do.”
Benny looked up. “Daddy, you horny?”
Goldie put her head down to hide her laugh.
“Man, get out grown people business and eat yo’ food. Lil’ nosy ass.”
After dinner, Nic rinsed dishes while I cleaned Benny’s sticky little face and hands. He was wiggling in the chair like he had a thousand volts running through his little ass body.
“Be still ’fore I put you in the dishwasher,” I warned.
He grinned. “Do it, Daddy.”
I couldn’t do shit but shake my head because this damn boy was bad as fuck. He laughed, then leaned forward and whispered, “Can we wrestle now?”
“Hell no. You just ate.”
“I can still fight. Watch,” he boasted.
Goldie turned around and wiped her hands on a towel. “Lincoln, take him and burn that energy off before he body slams himself off the couch again.”
“You heard ya, mama. Let’s go, champ.”
We moved to the living room, and he grabbed a pillow like it was a weapon. I dropped to my knees and gave him a chance.
“Aight, hit me with your best shot.”
He screamed and ran full speed, jumping into my chest. I caught him, rolled us onto the floor, and he shouted, “Daddy Down!”
“Aight, you got it.”
Goldie leaned on the wall, arms folded, watching us with that soft smirk she only gave when she thought we weren’t looking.
