by J Peach
“Do you go to school?” Blake nodded his head yes but didn’t get the chance to answer as Blaze came over taking his ball. Once Blake started to protest Blaze pushed his ice cream in his face.
“You bitch!” Blake yelled angrily. Both Blaze and I was shocked that this little boy just screamed that. Throwing his ice cream down on the ground, he got up and jumped on Blaze. “I’m gon’ kick yo ass.” He yelled again. I just stood there watching this baby attack Blaze. Hell, I didn’t know what to do.
What I did know, though, was I wasn’t jumping in it. I was afraid he might turn around and beat my ass, so I just sat there with my mouth opened wide.
Grabbing Blake by the back of his shirt, Blaze held him out away from him.
“Bitch, is the word you choose to call me? This yo first warning, watch yo mouth. The next time I’mma slap you in it then pour dishwashing liquid down yo throat. You hit or kick me again, I’m gon’ hold yo little ass upside down by yo ankles and beat yo little ass. Now sit down and eat the rest of yo ice cream before I throw it away,” Blaze said, sitting Blake down on the bench.
“I’m mad.” Blake told Blaze and I let out an aww as his little arms folded over his chest with his bottom lip poked out.
Blaze had a right to put Blake in his place but he didn’t have to be so hard on him. I understood, though. If it was vice versa, I would’ve done the same but that pout was just too cute on his chocolate covered face.
Glaring at Blaze, I held out my cone for him to hold.
“Hold it, you didn’t have to cuss at him.” Looking through my purse, I found the small thing of baby wipes I always kept with me.
“He just called me a bitch and told me he was gon’ beat my ass. But I’m wrong, though?” Blaze asked, making me roll my eyes.
“I didn’t say that, you just didn’t have to cuss. Blake, you shouldn’t be cussing either. You’re too young to be using words like that.” Pointing at Blaze, Blake’s eyes went wide as he stuttered over his words.
“He, he, he, he put ice cream in my face, like this.” Blaze was too busy eating my ice cream to notice what Blake was about to do. Then again it happened so fast.
Blake stood up on my lap, grabbing the front of Blaze’s shirt and pushed the bottom of the cone up into Blaze’s face.
“Ooh,” was all I could say as Blake broke out laughing. “Baby, run fast.” Jumping down, Blake took off running as I quickly grabbed Blaze.
“That little shit. I’m about to kick his ass.” Blaze snapped, wiping ice cream from his face. Not being able to hold my laughter I burst out laughing, “Oh, you think that shit funny?”
“No, I’m sorry, Blaze.” Taking the cone, he pushed it in my face getting it on my nose. “You got it in my nose, you bastard!” Yelling at him, I started playfully punching Blaze but he pushed me back before he let out this loud grunt while grabbing his balls.
“Mothafucka! Shit! Fuck!” Leaning forward, his forehead went to my shoulder. “Ah, fuckin’ shit! Ah, shit—” He continued to groan out seeming to be in real pain.
“Bae, what’s wrong? What happened?” Lost is what I was. I couldn’t understand why he just suddenly started groaning. The laughing little voice coming from behind Blaze had me looking over and down to see Blake standing there laughing.
“That’s what you get.” Walking up to Blaze, Blake dug in his pockets taking Blaze’s money. “Now, I got a lot of dollars.” He bragged, waving the money before trying to stuff it all in his small pockets.
Who in the hell was this kid?
I’m now starting to think we bit off way more than we could literally chew.
Upon meeting Blake I thought, sweet, cute, good boy.
Now all I saw was a brown-skinned, miniature Chucky.
“I’m gon’ kill ‘em.” Blaze groaned out but didn’t move.
“Blake, you kicked him?” I asked, shockingly. Blake now sat on the ground counting Blaze’s money like it was his.
“Yep, he was gon’ whoop me.” Was his reason as to why he kicked Blaze. “Not no mo, though. Can you take me to the store?” This little boy is crazy. He’s most definitely Blaze’s son.
“Oh, my God. Bae, are you okay?”
Blaze shook his head. “My dick went in my stomach. I can’t move, Peaches. This shit hurt.”
Grabbing the Popsicle, I handed it to Blaze. “Bae, put this on it.” I snickered.
Blaze started shaking his head. “I’m ‘bout to kill him.” Letting out a deep breath, Blaze stood up. “Come here. Bring yo little ass—”
“Blaze, he’s just a kid. Maybe it was an accident.” I turned and called Blake over to me. Eagerly, he came and sat on my lap. “Blake, that was mean. You can’t go around kicking people.”
“I not kick him. I punched him, like this.” He made a move to get up but I pulled him back down.
“Well, you shouldn’t have punched him.”
Blake quickly cut me off as those light brown eyes went wide once again and as he started to stutter his tiny accusing index finger pointed at Blaze.
“But, but, but him, him said he gon’ beat my ass.” He was just so cute, how could I be mad at that face, those eyes and that voice.
My head nodded in understanding and I looked back at Blaze.
His face looked like a prune.
“Blaze, you did threaten him, so maybe he felt he had to protect himself. Bae, you are scary so you were scaring him,” I explained but Blaze looked like he wanted to slap the shit outda me. “Blake is he scaring you?” Blake nodded his head as that bottom lip came out. “Awe, Blaze he didn’t mean to. You just scared him.”
“Peaches, how the hell did I scare him? I was playing with you when he punched me?” Blaze had a point but maybe Blake didn’t realize that. “He’s playing you, Peaches.” Smacking my lips, I rolled my eyes at him. “Come here.” Picking Blake up by the front of his shirt, Blaze brought him to his face as he stared his mini self down hard.
“I’m sorry,” Blake said before Blaze could say a word. “You want some ice cream? I got money, see?” Blaze stared at Blake for a long time, his brows furrowing. Looking at me, Blaze shook his head laughing.
“You smooth, little homie, real smooth. But this ain’t gon’ work next time,” Blaze said, putting him down.
“Can you take me to the store?” asked Blake, flipping through the money in his hand. “I’ll give you a dollar.” He held a hundred dollar bill for Blaze to take.
Blaze started feeling his pockets. “Hold up! Yo little ass took that from my pocket?”
Blake shook his head no and Blaze snatched his money from him. “Give it back,” said Blake, standing up.
“You know I can have yo little ass put in jail for stealing?” Blaze told him before looking at me. “He gon’ try to pay me with my own money, I should call the police.” Blaze playfully threatened, making me laugh.
“I’m gon’ cry.” Blake replied. His face once again turning into that adorable pouty look, making my heart just melt all over again.
“I don’t care. Cry.” Blaze told him and Blake started sniffling.
“Awe,” I cooed as my hand pressed to my chest at that cute face. “Bae, he didn’t mean it. He’s just a kid, who doesn't know any better. Let’s just take him to get something to eat then to the store. Would you like that, sweetie?” My head lowered as my hand rubbed the back of his head. With that pouty face intact, Blake nodded yes. “Okay, sweetie,” I cooed.
“I can’t believe this shit. You letting him play you, Peaches. He know what he doing. Who the hell say I’m gon’ cry? Peaches, I’mma slap yo ass fah buying into his shit. You being a fool, man,” Blaze shook his head at me.
Maybe I was being played, but with that face I couldn’t help it. He was just so freaking cute.
I looked at Blaze. “You right so why don’t you just drop me off and you handle—”
“N’all, you good. What you wanna eat, little man?” He backed off.
I knew that would work. I smiled inwardly.
Blake sang, “McDonald’s. I want a toy.” Nodding, Blaze pulled me from the table before looking at Blake.
“You gon’ walk or you want me to carry you?” Covering my mouth, I laughed. It was strange to hear Blaze ask a question like that to a kid but he was trying, which was all that mattered. I was shocked that he hadn't blown up. Maybe he could survive this without needing to be watched.
Picking Blake up then wrapping his arm around me, Blaze led us back to the truck. After putting Blake in his toddler seat, he turned to me.
“Thanks for coming with me, little dude a trip. I started to knock his ass out fah hitting me in my damn nuts. My shit still hurt.” He complained making me laugh, but I shrugged no less.
“He’s most definitely your son. I can just imagine the hell you put Bianca through at his age. He’s so cute, though. It’s hard to be mad at a face like that.” I whined out with a laugh.
Blaze chuckled, ace then pulled me to him. “I agree, it’s hard because I was about to whoop his ass. Boss, that damn face a killa.”
Nodding in agreement, I looked in the truck to see Blake tossing his stuffed ball up.
“Little dude gon’ be trouble. So, um…” When he said that, I already knew it was something.
“What is it, Blaze?” Crossing my arm, my hips cocked to the side as I stared at him.
“Why you gotda do all that fah, damn?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Blaze—”
“My moms don’t know about him yet. Can you come with me to tell her? If you there, she’ll be cool.”
When it came to his moms, I sometimes forgot that he was a grown ass man. But he wasn’t when it came time to face Bianca. That hardcore ass nigga turned into a boy.
“No. I'm not going.” He was going to have to man up.
“Peaches, come on, man.” Shaking my head, I waved him off. “Why?” he complained
“Because that’ll mean there’s a chance I’ll run into Britt’s messy butt and I might just put my hands on her lying, shit starting ass.” I told him truthfully, getting mad all over again.
“Don’t worry about Britt. I done already took care of her ass for that bullshit she pulled, so she ain’t gon’ be no problem, trust me. You gon’ come with me?” With my arms still folded, my head continued to shake. “Why you wanna play when we both know you coming. I’m being nice by asking.” Blaze stated, making me look at him with a raised brow. How he gon’ stand here and talk shit?
“No,” I repeated.
I was playing of course, which he knew. Not saying anything else Blaze just stared at me. “Stop looking at me like that, dang. You gon’ open my door or not?” Looking away from him, I tried to hide my smile.
Blaze laughed. “Fuck you smilin’ ‘bout? I ain’t even said shit and yo damn cheeks done pushed into yo eyes.”
Shaking my head, my lips pressed together trying to contain my laughter. “Ain’t nobody smiling. Man, come on before Chucky hotwire the truck and leave us.” I turned away from him and opened the truck’s door.
Blaze palmed my ass. “This that shit I love.”
“Boy stop, before I kick yo ass.” I snapped.
“What? Shid, yo booty getting big. Yo ass done got wide and yo shit just sticking out. Why yo ass think I was in pain when that little nigga hit me?”
I shook my head not wanting to know as I climbed in the truck. With Blaze’s big head following me in, bringing his mouth to my ear.
“I had been lookin’ at yo ass and my dick got brick then little dude punched the fuck outda me. I’m still thinkin’ ‘bout whoopin’ his ass—” Blaze stopped whispering to look past me. “Get yo little ass in that seat and put those straps back on.” Blaze snapped at Blake but he paid that no mind as he started blowing the horn.
“Don’t be cussing at him, Blaze. He don’t know any better. Just get in, move.” Pushing Blaze back, I got out. “Come on, Blake, so I can I strap you up.”
He ran across the seat and flew into my arms just as Blaze opened the door.
“You better had ran,” Blaze said, jumping at him, making Blake laugh.
“When he goes to sleep, we’ll put mustard in his mouth, okay.”
Blake continued to laugh before suddenly stopping, his brows furrowing. “I’m spending the night?” Blake asked and I answered without thinking.
“Yeah, you’re going to be staying with your dad now.”
Blake started shaking his head. “No, I don’t wanna stay with him.” Blake sniffled as his little eyes watered. My heart just broke at that sad face and those doe eyes. I wanted so bad to tell him he didn’t have to go. I wish I had of kept my mouth shut.
“Why you don’t wanna stay with me?” Blaze asked him and I was so happy he said something because I probably would’ve told him he didn’t have to go with him.
Wiping his eyes Blake sniffled again turning his gaze on Blaze.
“You, you, you took my dollas and gon’ whoop my ass,” Blake cried.
I wanted to beat Blaze’s ass. Shaking his head, Blaze rubbed his forehead as he tried to avoid looking at my glaring face.
“I’ight, I won’t whoop yo ass today and I’ll give you yo dolla back and then take you to the store. Sound good?”
Again, Blake wiped his eyes at the question. “Give me my dollas back.”
Laughing, Blaze dug into his pockets for his money, finding the dollar. “Here’s yo dolla.”
He took the single dollar bill and looked at it. His facial expression showed his confusion. Blake looked back to Blaze. “Where’s my other monies.”
I covered my mouth and my eyes closed. My head shook as I tried willing myself not to laugh at this baby.
“Man, yo little ass—”
Reaching up front, I snatched the money Blaze had in his hands. I started flipping through it hoping to find a few dollars or fives, tens, hell a couple of twenties.
“That was your only dollar?” He had nothing other than a few fifties and the rest hundreds.
“I found it on the ground outside the club the other day, why?”
Letting out a breath, I counted off the five- fifties he had then took five hundreds out. “Here you go. Now, when we go to the store, you can buy whatever you want. Is this cool or you want some more money?”
He took the money and started counting it. “One, two, three, four, five, six, fifty, thirty, ten, one hundred. Can I buy toys?”
Laughing, I nodded my head making him smile. “Yeah, sweetie, you can buy lots of toys, even buy a bike.” His eyes grew when the word bike left my mouth. My head was already nodding at the question that was running through his head.
“I can get a bike? I think I’mma need more monies.”
Blake was just so freaking adorable. I was falling for this kid no doubt.
“You don’t have to spend your own monies. That’s what your dad is for. He’ll buy you whatever you want.” I whispered in a hushed tone, making Blake lean closer to me.
“Oh, no the hell I won’t. I ain’t no bank,” Blaze jumped in saying. Grabbing Blake’s ball I threw it at him.
“Shut up—”
“Yeah, shut up.” Blake repeated after me before seeming to realize something. “You my dad?” he asked again. This time Blaze nodded yes.
“Yeah, I’m yo dad.” Taking the money from me, he gave it to Blaze.
“She, she, she stole you monies.”
My mouth just dropped. This two-faced little bug. I was helping him out and he turned on me.
Blaze laughed while tossing the ball back, hitting me in the head. “Yeah, she does that. She’s a thief, so watch yo money. She’ll take it.”
Blake’s hands went to his pockets. “She not taking my monies.”
I couldn’t believe this little boy but I didn’t say nothing. I took the little salt his two faced butt threw at me. Closing the back door, I got back in the front with a laughing Blaze. “That’s not funny.”
He leaned over to my seat. “Yeah, it was. You’re cute with him, though.” B
laze said before suddenly kissing me. I was kind of stuck after he did it. I hadn’t expected it. And most definitely not the second one.
My lips did push back but I pulled away before he could really get into it. “Mhm,” he hummed with a look of satisfaction on his face.
“You nasty.” Turning toward the small voice in the back, Blake had his face covered with his ball.
“That’s her. You saw her jump on me?” Blaze asked, while pulling out the parking lot. Blake shook his head no.
“No, you nasty,” he repeated, pointing at Blaze.
My face was so hot because he saw. I’m glad I pulled back. Blaze and I could never just kiss with it being just that. It usually always led to more especially when we were getting along. But I shouldn’t be kissing him because I didn’t want him to think our status changed.
“You want a bike?” Blake nodded at Blaze’s question. “Then you saw her jump on me right?”
I hit him. “Don’t be doing him like that. And you still gon’ get him a bike, nigga. I did not jump on you, either. And don’t be kissing me.” Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I rolled my eyes as my lips pursed together before smiling.
Blaze muffed my head to side. “Shut the fuck up.”
Turning around, I hit him. “Watch your mouth. Otherwise, I’mma pour dishwashing liquid down yo throat.” Nodding his head, Blaze licked his lips. “Gon’, Blaze, I ain’t playing with you.” From that gesture I knew he was plotting.
Chapter 8
Peaches
“Little dude, what you want from here? A burger or chicken nuggets?” Blaze asked Blake.
Without warning, Blake had hopped in the front and sat on his dad's lap. “I want burger, chicken nuggets, pop and toy,” he responded before grabbing Blaze’s phone from the cup holder. “You got games on your phone?” Blake asked but he quickly put the phone down and grabbed the steering wheel. “I’m driving.” This kid was just everywhere he didn’t know what he wanted.
He soon started blowing the horn before he stuck his head out the window, yelling. “Drive damn!” He yelled at the car in front of us. “Hit him!” He told Blaze, pushing on the horn again.
This kid has serious road rage! Bad thing about it, he wasn’t even driving.