Biggie

by Ashantay Keys

Finally, he pried his eyes from her, looking at the menu that was propped up on the side of the truck; the daily specials were written in her beautiful handwriting. “Can I get two of each taco, an order of monster nachos, and a horchata?” he winked. Tuesday’s hazel eyes bulged. She wasn’t used to getting big orders, considering they had seven different tacos on the menu to choose from. When the man looked over at his friend and asked, “What you getting?” Tuesday laughed, showing off her pretty teeth; Diamonds were encrusted on her lateral incisors. “Wait,” she said, interrupting the guy’s friend and addressing big daddy. “All that’s for you?” His juicy lips lifted into a half grin as he finessed the thick beard on his chin. “I’m a big man, baby. I love to eat.” The way he said it made her think he was talking about more than just tacos, and she smirked, ignoring what he said focusing back on his friend.

She smiled and looked back at Winter, who was already working on their order before ringing them up on the iPad. “One hundred and seven dollars.” Big daddy handed her a card, and she took no shame in examining it. “Wallis Harper?” “You can call me Biggie, mama. Everybody does.” Tuesday grinned down at him as she tapped his card on the pin pad. “Biggie. I like that.”

When she tried handing Biggie card back, he shook his head. “Keep it.” Her brows knitted together. “Huh?” “Everyone’s food tonight is on me,” he replied nonchalantly. “But… how…” she was truly at a loss for words. Finally, she got it together enough to ask, “How will I give you your card back?” “I’ma stay here,” he shrugged, casually as if it made the most sense in the world.

“Aye,” he interrupted. “It’s cool, mama. How else am I supposed to spend time with a pretty lady like yourself?” Flattery hit her, and she blushed. “You could’ve just asked me out on a date.” “You really could have, simp ass nigga,” his friend joked. Biggie nudged. “Shut the fuck up, Demo.”

“I’m only in town for the night, sweetheart, and I see you’re working hard. I ain’t tryna get in the way of that. I figured this would be the best way to spend some time with you.” “I… Wow. Thank you,” she said, completely unsure of what else to say. “If you go to the left, there are a few chairs there if you and your homeboy want to sit.” “I’m cool standing for now. Talk to me while you cook.” So she did. She helped Winter finish his order and then handed it to him, and the whole time he and his homie ate, she and Biggie talked in between her taking orders. It made the night go by fast as hell.

“What you doin’ after this?” he asked as she and Winter started the process of cleaning the truck so it would be good to go the following day. “I’m going home,” she replied. “I got this,” Winter said; a mischievous gleam in her pretty dark eyes. Winter was light-skin and petite with a slim figure, and her pretty brown hair was straightened and in a low bun at the nape of her neck. “Get out of here.” “Wh… and go where?” “With me,” Biggie said, winking up at Winter as she nodded back with a smile on her face as if they were in cahoots. Tuesday looked between the two, putting her hand on her right hip; her weight shifted to one side. “Who said I wanted to go with you in the first place?” “I did,” he replied, cockily, as if that made all the sense in the world.

“I got a room. You comin’?” He questioned with a hiked brow. Tuesday blushed and tried not to think about the fact that she was about to have a one night stand with a nigga she didn’t know as she followed him to his Matte Black Ford F-150 truck.

In the elevator of the Hilton Hotel, she mentally said fuck it and attacked his lips with hers, relishing in the feel of him. Now that they were in this luxurious hotel room, Biggie couldn’t get her clothes off quick enough. By the time they made it to the huge bed, Tuesday was naked, and Biggie was down to his black boxers briefs. “Lay yo’ fine ass down. Let me see you.” “Wait,” Tuesday said, rushing to the bathroom. She quickly washed her coochie, coming back out.

Getting on the bed, she laid on her back, spreading her legs, giving Biggie the perfect view of her… all of her. She normally wasn’t this bold, but something about Biggie and his imposing presence made her follow his every command. “Damn,” he breathed when she reached down and rubbed her pointer finger over her clit.

“I know,” he panted as he squeezed her butt cheeks. “I can feel it, baby. Cum on daddy’s dick.” And because her body couldn’t help it, she obliged his command and came all over his dick. He followed right up behind her, making her collapse on his chest as they breathed heavily. “I hope you’re on the pill, baby. Wasn’t no way I could pull out of that pussy,” he grumbled. “Don’t worry. I am,” she giggled. His face lit up, and he smacked her on the ass. “Good cuz’ I’ma be bustin’ in this pussy all night long, then.” She laughed knowing she was in for a long ass night.

“You hungry?” Demo asked, and then he chuckled. “I don’t know why I’m even asking.” Biggie chuckled. He was always hungry and ready to eat. “What you want?” Demo asked as he got on the freeway. Flashes of the best tacos he ever ate made by the prettiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on played through his mind. He wasn’t even sure why, since he hadn’t thought about her in a while. After they fucked, he thought about her bomb ass pussy and those tacos often, but it had been two years.

“Mama, can you cut some more onions?” Tuesday asked, glancing over at her mother and thanking the Heavens she was always willing to help her out. “Soon as I get Wallis situated,” she responded. Tuesday glanced over her shoulder and smiled when her eyes landed on her two year old son. She never saw herself as having a child, but as soon as she became pregnant, she knew she had to see this journey through. Even if the circumstances of his conception weren’t ideal.

“Biggie?” she gasped. His cocky grin turned her on as flashbacks of his juicy lips all over her infiltrated her mind. “What’s good, Tuesday?” His deep voice jolted her out of the memory, and she hurriedly walked away from the window and opened the door to exit the truck.

“Damn, ma. You can’t speak? You nervous to see me?” “N…no. Biggie… I tried finding you so I could tell you. I tried. I don’t know how else to say this but to just say it… you… we… we have a son.” The smile fell from Biggie’s face as he processed what she said. After several seconds, he spoke, “Run that by me again?” THREE

“Look, congrats on having a baby, but I don’t have a son, ma. You could have gotten pregnant by anyone. You told me you were on the pill, remember?” He watched as her head reared back as if his words slapped her right in the face. She shook her head, and her saddened expression turned fierce within an instant. She took a step closer to him, poking him in his chest. “I’m going to try real hard to sympathize with you right now, Wallis, but you need to respect me. You don’t know me. I understand that, but one thing you need to understand right here in this moment and then for the rest of your life is that I am not a hoe. I know we had a one night stand, which was completely unlike me, I promise you, but it doesn’t mean my child could be any nigga’s on the street. Wallis Junior is yours. Yes, I was on the pill, but that shit isn’t 100 percent. You should know that at your big ass age.” Biggie stood there stunned. Not only was he slightly turned on because nobody was ever bold enough to step to him like that, but he was shocked to hear that she had named her son after him. “Wallis Junior?”

Tuesday even looked surprised by that. “He’s normally really shy around strangers.” Without even thinking about it Biggie reached toward Wallis and grabbed him from Tuesday’s arms, never taking his eyes off the little boy. It was like a mirror looked back at him. The most predominant thought he had was, if only Mama could see this. Tears flooded his eyes, but he blinked them back as Wallis girled his neck and

“You know who that is, lil’ man?” Tuesday choked out, wiping her tears. Wallis pulled back and put his little hands on Biggie’s cheeks. “Daddy.” The one word seemed to shatter something within Biggie, and he quickly gave the boy another squeeze before handing him back to Tuesday and pulling out his phone.

Demo poked his head around the truck and held up two big ass bags of food. “I got the goods, my nigga. I…Whoa! That lil’ nigga looks just like…” Realization dawned on his face. “Oh, shit.”

“Hello?” “Y’all up?” It was Biggie. Her heart raced as she took the eggs off the burner and set them aside. “Uh…yeah.” “Bet. Text me your address. I’ma come pick you and…Wallis up. Be ready in an hour.”

When Biggie heard his doorbell ring, a smile spread across his face. He knew that was Wallis’s fine ass mama, and he couldn’t wait to see her. Their time last night had been more than just sex. Even he felt that shit. He never felt a connection like that with another woman. He wondered if it was because they shared a connection through Wallis. Whatever it was, he knew what he

A sharp pain in Biggie’s side caused him to stop. His hand quickly found his side, as he felt warm blood ooze from a wound that hadn’t been there a second ago. His scowl found a lil’ nigga shaking in his wheat colored boots, looking like he realized who he’d just stabbed. Biggie wanted to shoot the nigga or grab him by the neck and squeeze the life out of him. The pain in his side was minimal compared to his rage, but Wallis flashed through his mind, and it halted his movements. When Tuesday’s smile filtered through his thoughts, he knew he needed to chill. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but instead of taking his gun out kill him, Biggie threw a brutal punch to the nigga’s temple, dropping him instantly.

“I am not making this a habit. Let this be the first and last time I have to do some shit like this. I’m not one of those down ass bitches you find around the way. Get your shit together, Wallis.” She pointed a finger at Demo. “You better stay here and make sure he has everything he needs. I’m taking my son and going home.” “The fuck you are,” Biggie barked. She glared at him, and he backed down slightly, causing him to sigh. “Man, please. I need y’all here.” She sucked her teeth but realized she didn’t really want to go anywhere so she could make sure he made it through the night, so she looked at

“Are you sure he’s stable? Is he gonna be okay? Our son…” She let her words trail off as she got choked up. The nurse’s eyes were kind, but before she could reply, a gruff voice said, “Our son is going to have a long time to get to know his daddy.”

“Stay strong, okay? I don’t want Wallis to see you laid up like this, so I need you to get better quickly so he can see his daddy again.” Biggie nodded; his face solemn but determined. Turning to walk away, he called out to her. “Tuesday?” She faced him. “I love you too, mama.” She smiled; her heart fluttered, as she swiped at her tears.

“Do you really not want to go?” “I really, really don’t.” After glancing at Wallis, he let out a long breath. “Give it to me, bro.” “Now, Daddy?” Wallis asked; his little eyebrows hiked. “Give you what?” Tuesday asked with curiosity. Biggie ignored her looking at Wallis. “Mommy wants to stay here, and we want to make sure she’s comfortable, remember?” Wallis rolled

He watched as Wallis produced a black velvet ring box from his pants pocket and toss it at Tuesday. It bounced off her stomach and hit the floor. “Daddy wants you to be his life!” “Wife,” Biggie groaned, picking up the box, “and that

“Wallis Harper Senior, is this what I think it is?” In response, Biggie got down on one knee, kissed her stomach, and then opened the ring box to show off a a princess cut diamond on a rose gold band. “I want you to be my wife, baby. You brought me life, and I can’t see me goin’ much longer without you having my last name. You’ve already given me the greatest gift in the form of my junior, and now you’re getting ready to give me two more. The only way I can repay you is by makin’ you my wife and committing myself to you every single day.” Tuesday ugly cried, barely able to catch her breath. “Yes, Biggie! Yes, I’ll marry you!”