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“Let me see.” I snatched his phone.
Quietly, I studied the picture of Big Baby holding a baby girl in a hospital bed. Checking out the date, I saw that the picture was taken about six months back. When I ventured into the comments, I saw several people calling her Jaylah, as they congratulated her.
“Here, man,” I grumbled, as I handed Sev his phone back.
He tittered. “Aww, shit. That nigga’s in his feelings. Big Baby went off and had ababyon him.”
“Nigga, fuck you.” I shook my head. “I’m finna burn, cause seeing that shit done fucked up my day.”
Hearing that, both PJ and Sev exploded with laughter.
~~~Chapter 11~~~
“Bae, are you headed home, cause I’m hungry?” Paisley pouted on the other end of the phone.
I had my phone pressed to my ear, as I was traveling through the mall, heading to the exit, where I’d valet parked. “Yeah, I’m heading out now. I just left them niggas back at the food court. You dressed already?”
“No, I’m still getting ready,” she claimed.
“Aww, shit. I know what that means. I need to take my time getting there, because it’s gonna be another hour or two.”
She snickered. “Something like that. Did you buy me something?”
“Mannn,” I drawled. “There you go. I got his and hers McQueen sneakers.”
“Okay, okay. Now, we’ll just have to find something to get into to break them in.”
“Girl, bring your ass on!” Somebody fussed, as they strolled past me.
Instinctively, I looked up, and peeped the woman pushing a stroller. She was fine as shit, with a exotic hue of brown skin that I couldn’t quite categorize. Her outer appearance screamed paid, as the diamonds were dancing on her. The Palms Angels fit hugged her curves, as she walked like she owned the world.
“I’m coming,” another voice sputtered.
Frowning, I whipped my head around, and saw…Big Baby hastily walking to catch up with the lady and the stroller. Rocking ice-white biker shorts, a matching cropped top, with silver Louie sneakers, and cross-body, her body was the exact same. Out of fucking sight.
Licking my lips, I spoke into the phone. “Paisley, let me call you right back.”
Not waiting for a response, I ended the call.
“Jaylah,” I called her name, and she paused mid-stride.
She whipped her head around, and her long, curly hair swung with it. “Huh?”
Smiling, I approached her, genuinely happy to see her. “What’s up, stranger?”
She hooded her eyes, while the woman with the stroller was now waiting with a impatient hand on her hip. “How do you know my name?”
“Damn. You say that like you didn’t want me to know.”
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe I didn’t.”
“Jaylah,” the woman with the stroller cleared her throat. “Now, you know that we’re supposed to just be in and out of here. We got a whole lot of shit to do, girl. So, call and flirt with him another time.”
“Mama, really?” Jaylah cut her eyes at the woman.
“Mama?” My jaw dropped. “She’s your mama?”
“Duh,” she sassed like that was something I was supposed to know.
