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“I trusted you.” “I know.” “I loved you.” “Me more.” “But love doesn’t hurt. Love doesn’t crash you into the earth. Love doesn’t bring fear, or pain, or uncertainty.”
“Baby love. Love doesn’t protect you from those things. Love only heals from the damage. Love ensures you don’t go to battle alone. But with great love comes notable risk. With the fall. With the glide. Comes the impact.”
“Just don’t ever forget that I love you. And no matter what I say...or what I do...” Vin couldn’t believe how close to the line he was dancing.
“Promise me you’ll do whatever you need to be happy. If for any reason I’m not here to make you happy...promise me, you’ll still find a way to be.”
Vin wasn’t concerned with her ability to handle Munch. More concerned with a ‘Me Too’ situation falling into their laps behind a blue-eyed Betty employed by black males, both reformed misfits.
“Good. Because I don’t do dwarfism.” “Straight. I don’t do long backs,” Munch snapped back to her insult on his height with one of her lack of ass.
“What they call that shit? Gluteus maximus? Bitch got a gluteus minimum. Bare-minimum.”
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“Call me if you need me,” Munch mocked. “Call me if yo’ black ass wanna twist me up like a white-chocolate dipped pretzel. Talking about me, but Miss Pumpkin Spice dying for yo ass to add some whipped cream. Don’t she know ya big ass will break her tailbone?”
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“But I gotta wait. I gotta let her have Christmas. I’m already about to ruin her perception of me. I can’t ruin my baby love’s Christmas, too.”
“You know what I got her for her Christmas gift?” Vin chuckled solemnly. “What?” “A Burger King.” “A Burger King? Like a fucking…Home of the Whopper? BK, have it your way, Burger King? Like what the fuck…the whole restaurant?”
“Y’all get weirder and weirder. I got Wynter Jordans and a tennis bracelet. Don’t give Tahli that shit at the party, nigga. You gonna have Wynter expecting that outrageous shit.”
“You bought Wyn Jordans and a bracelet? Fuck is you, 15, nigga?”
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“I’m about to lose my fucking wife, man. I can feel it in my fucking bones.”
“Dad!” Dali cried out on top of Robert. But Vin palmed Drew’s face, yanked his head forward and slammed it against the door.
Hoe ass nigga!
“You’re right... Okay? You were right. You were fucking… I…I can live without you. Okay? You don’t gotta be mine. You don’t gotta come back to me, but…”
“Alright, mothafucka. You win. You made your point. I don’t deserve her. But you better fucking keep her here,” Vin aimed a sinister finger up to the heavens.
“You can take her from me…I’ll give you that shit. But you don’t get to keep her. Not yet. You fucking hear me?” He threatened God, prepared to be struck to his own devastation.
“You gotta do that thing you do, Tahli. Where you fight for everybody else. You gotta fight this shit, Tahli.”
“Alright, baby love, I’ll see you after. You go get better. I’ll be here waiting. I’m not going anywhere, Tahli.”
“There’s a possibility if we get in there and can’t repair the damage to her kidney, we may need to talk about listing for a transplant–” “Take mine.” “Well…that would require testing and ensuring the one you’re left with is fully viable–” “Take them both,” Vin demanded with arid, enflamed eyes and a constricted chest, desperation surging through his veins. “Take it all. My blood, bones, my fucking brain. Just save her.”
“How? You’re not God.” “No. But I’m Dalvin Isaiah Hayes. Matter of fact, I’m Dalvin Hayes married to Tahli Hayes. And Dalvin Hayes knows that the second Tahli Hayes exits this earth, Dalvin Hayes’ world stops spinning. So, there’s no you first. It’s either me. Or it’s us. That’s good enough for you?”
“I walked my daughter down the aisle and gave her to you,” Robert reminded him. “I trusted you, Dalvin. You promised me, no, fuck that…you gave me your word!”
“Tahli’s fucking impossible at times. So, I sacrificed the degree and career you should have had and overlooked the prison gang tattoos and street dabbling, all of that superficial shit. But don’t think I didn’t know what the fuck they meant. I had clients who came from the same units. Still, I knew when it came down to it, Tahli had a fighter. Somebody who was going to go head-to-head and fight with her. Fight for her.”
“Tahli doesn’t want me to fight for her. She wants to marry the perfect nigga that never fucks up–”
“I didn’t give her to the perfect nigga!” Robert surprised him by bellowing, commanding Vin’s gawk. “I gave her to you. So, if you’re the man that you said you were...the ma...
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Tahli knew Vin was smart enough to see through her lawyer’s language. Vin would offer a huge chunk of monthly money under the condition that she didn’t remarry or cohabitate with anyone for the length of it, running concurrently with child support. Basically, Tahli couldn’t live with or marry another man for the next 12 years or more. Until Terran was an adult or out of college.
“You really fucking with this, Tahli?”
“Is this what you really want, Tahli? Be honest with me. Tell me, baby love. Because…I’m willing to do anything. Like, if it’s even a fucking fragment of a chance, I’m a take it. But look in my eyes and tell me that this is real, Tahli. This is really happening.”
“I’m fucking dying, Tahli. I don’t want to be divorced. I want to be with you. I wanna…I wanna be with you until I fucking die, and I…I wanna wake up to my kids every day,”
used to look at you and feel so free. I used to feel safe, baby,”
“I was good to you because your happiness was, is, and will always be my biggest priority, Tahli.”
“But that’s the thing about lies, Dalvin. Once they come out, they poison the truth. All of our memories are tainted. I’ll never believe any of them. I’ll never trust my own fucking memories. I’ll never trust you.”
“So, yeah…I’m fucking with it. I love you, baby. But I owe it to myself to love me more. Don’t think that doesn’t kill me to say, Vin, because of course what the fuck am I gonna do without you?”
“It kills me to see you broken. But I want you to love me enough to let me go, baby.” Vin looked like he had stopped breathing. “I want off the parachute.”
“I ruined your life, Tahli.” Her wide, wet eyes flared on the table. “I knew I ruined it 15 years ago, and I’ve been trying to make up for it ever since. For a while, I thought I did. But in the end…I ruined your life, baby love.” He repeated. “I’m sorry about that.”
Because if you’re reading this, you’re not my wife anymore. But you’ll always be my parachute.
“That’s not good, monkey! Leave that other monkey alone,” Terran scolded, waving a finger, as Milo and Dali giggled.
Lol!
“Look…you really want the secret to a perfect marriage?” She watched Dan tune in, sipping his water. Tahli leaned forward to drop jewels. “One of you…has to make a baby with somebody else. And then hide that mothafucka for 11 years. That’s the only way.”
“You went backpacking with Abs?” Dan creased his brows. “No. Why?” “That just sounds like some white-ass shit.”
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“I can’t even masturbate,” she confessed as comfortable with Dan as Abby or Paige. “Anything sexual, I just think about…” Vin. Her and Vin. Sophie and Vin. Just…Vin. Sex equaled Vin.
“Aye! Why the fuck you bring Paige?” “Fuck you,” Paige cursed Dan while Abby tailed her. “Somebody had to get her from the airport. Then she gonna hop her saltine-ass in the backseat like I’m Morgan Freeman. I slammed on them mothafuckin’ brakes so fast…right in the middle of Terminal C.”
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“She really did,” Abby scoffed. “Held up traffic just to swear on her ancestors that she wasn’t chauffeuring no white people.”
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“Who the fuck waits until they got gray hair on their nuts to turn gay? Out here looking for boy pussy wit’ erectile dysfunction.”
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“You’re getting married to someone who still uses a nickname?”
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“The best friend he’s with now?” Tahli probed. “Best friend, my ass. Nigga getting his butt plugged,” Paige muttered.
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“F-u-uuck,” Paige double-taked from the menu. “That bitch badder than silver caps.”
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Pull up shorty pic again. Matter fact…how you spell her name?” “Paige. She’s not gay,” Dan warned. “That’s what they all think. That’s what you thought. Had us thinking you was the pussy pimp and you was really the booty burglar.”
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“Oh, I was way too high that day,” Abby made light of her addiction. “I wasn’t,” Paige frowned. “I mean…I was. But not like you. Not like on crack.”
Brah! Lmfaoooo!
“This shit is too gay... Even for me,” Paige muttered.
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