“Gigi, KK, look at me!” Solo screamed, grabbing attention.
When I introduced him to my mother and told him she would be his baby brother’s Gigi, he asked if she was going to be his too, and she immediately said yes.
He was at the top of the highest slide waving both of his arms. When he saw he had both of our attention, he plopped down andcame down, squealing and laughing. My mother and I met him at the bottom so he ran into my arms when he was back on his feet.
“Can we get ice cream now?” he asked because my mother had promised him before we got to the park earlier.
“Ye—”
“Oh, hell no!” we heard someone yell.
“Mommy!” Solo shouted.
Quickly, I spun around to see Solomon’s baby mother stalking in our direction.
“Get over here, Solo!” she shouted, but I wrapped my arm around him to keep him in place. He was indeed her son, but he was in his father’s care right now and he had entrusted him to me, so I was keeping him unless Solomon said otherwise.
“Bri, look…”
“Bitch, don’t say shit to me. You don’t fucking know me. Just give me my mothafuckin' son.”
“I can’t do that,” I said instead of what I really wanted to say or do. I had already asked her ass not to disrespect me or call me out of my name. I was going to let her ass make it for now, but I made a mental note to whoop her ass for sure when I dropped.
“Oh, you can and you will.”
“You need to call Solomon, Bri.”
“No, hoe, I don’t.” She stepped closer to me. “You might need to call his ass about the little mothafucka you’re pregnant with but?—”
“Solo, baby,” my mother cut in and got down at eye level with him. “Run over there and get in line for the slide again for me. We need to speak to your mommy before we go get that ice cream I promised you.”
“But can I hug her before she leaves?”
“Of course you can.”
Satisfied with my mother’s response, he turned and jetted off in the direction of the slide. His mother wasn’t pleased about it at all because she began going off as soon as she saw her son comply with my mother’s direction.
“I see you think I won’t beat your ass because I’m pregnant,” I spat.
“That is exactly why you won’t beat her ass,” my mother replied then stepped between us. “Now, unless you don’t enjoy your ability to speak nor do you value your capability to breathe, you’d better step the fuck back.”
“I—"
“Sweetie, get your ass the fuck back or die in front of your son,” my mother threatened. “You won’t be the first bitch I made an example of nor would you be the first one I made Swiss cheese in front of their kids.”
When she looked down at her shirt and noticed the three red dots on it, her eyes grew wide and she jumped back.
“Now, are my ears deceiving me or did I hear you refer to my grandchild as a little mothafucka?”
“I-I was j-just s-saying…” she stuttered and I rolled my eyes.
“Look girl, it don’t matter. This is the second time you’ve run up on me talking shit and being disrespectful. It won’t be a third, I promise you that shit.”
“You—”
I cut her off. “No, I’m talking. The time for you to do so with some fucking respect is long gone. Now, I have no issues giving Solo to you because he is your son, but like I said I need to hear his father tell me to do so because he left him in my care and I don’t want to be tied up in any bullshit I believeyouwill have me wrapped up in. So you can call him and let me hear him tell me to let Solo leave with you or I’ll be taking him back to Solomon and you can get him later. Those are your choices.”
“Whatever,” she mumbled, backing down. “Just remember this shit when Smoke leaves you and has your baby with some random woman.”
