Chapter 23 Take a Bath
BIG KAI
My hand almost touched her effin' white face but she did the next thing that made me freeze.
She quickly reached for my kid, picking him up and holding him tightly like a kid shielding herself with an effin' teddy bear.
I looked between her and my kid.
He is staring at me while feeding on the spoon in his hand.
She, on the other hand, is flicking her eyes at me nervously, holding my kid more tightly.
She's gonna squeeze him to death one day.
It's gonna hit ugly to think it is my fault.
"Go to your room,"
She took the other side instantly, so in haste to get away from me.
I moved my eyes to the bowl of cereal she was making.
"Take the cereal along," I ordered without looking at her.
I sensed her stopping in her tracks and then footsteps approaching.
She came into view, igniting that odd feeling in me again as she picked up the bowl with a trembling hand.
My son made a sound as she walked back, taking the other side like she did.
I turned around, putting my other hand in my pocket as I stared at her.
She could disappear if she had the power to.
I am sure.
Imani walked the minute the white girl walked out with her head lowered.
Imani held her green robe as she looked at the white girl going out.
She turned her head to me, furrowing her brows.
"Kai,"
I walked towards the fridge, ignoring her.
"I didn't think you would be out here." She said as I opened the fridge and stared at the drinks I didn't know I had in my fucking house.
"Let me guess, you sent Caleb to bed early again." She said.
I reached for a pack of beer and closed the fridge.
"A manservant is meant to sleep after his master has slept," she said as I placed the beer on the island while looking at her.
She is resting her hands on the island, annoyingly staring at me.
"Caleb's a fucking person. Not a machine," I said, taking out a can from the pack and opening it effortlessly.
"True. But he should wait for his master to sleep before he does. Don't you think?"
I gulped the beer halfway, ignoring her as I took the foreign taste.
Had too much whiskey to remember how beers taste.
The shit is refreshing.
"About that white...."
"That's the last time you'll talk about her." I retorted, making her face twitch.
"I haven't even said anything yet."
"Don't say shit," I shunned, gulping my remaining drink and tossing the can in the trash.
Imani let out a scoff.
"I know you think she is pure and all but we still have to...."
"Hey!"
She shut it, staring at me.
"We ain't gonna have to do shit, you feel me?"
She let out a sigh, looking away.
"I told you to stay the fuck out of this. I want no tests anymore. The shawty is ma baggage. I'm gonna deal with it. It ain't your fucking business, girl."
She looked at me.
"This is the last time you bring her up, you got me?"
She didn't respond.
"Do you get me, Imani?"
"Yes, I got you."
"Cool. Now here are some tips on how to do that. Live like she doesn't exist. That shit gonna fucking help."
She lowered her gaze.
"Stop pissing me off," I ordered, picking up the pack of beer.
"Annoying lil sister," I muttered, walking towards the entrance and then out of the kitchen.
I walked into my room and moved towards my desk with my laptop on it.
I placed the beer on the desk as I sat in my armchair.
The screen had the white girl on display.
Just the way I left it after I saw her walking out of her room with my kid.
They are both seated on the bed and she is feeding him the cereal.
That lil nigga is really enjoying his white doll.
He forgot he has a mom.
Well, what does he know?
I moved the mouse, switching to Isadora's room.
She is on her bed, lying on her side peacefully.
That's good.
One of many improvements.
I believe she has a doctor's appointment tomorrow. It has been a while since her doctor visited.
Her condition is getting better each passing day.
No screams or stupid laughter.
No scratching the eyeballs outta my fucking men lately.
She is getting better.
Perfect outcome.
Because she has sum explaining to do.
The plan was to help her recover and figure out the truth.
The plan has changed.
The doctor did find traces of fucking cannabis in her system.
I still don't want to believe she took them as Imani sang to me.
She has to defend herself or I will plant one of my favorite bullets in her head and the doctor will take the bullet out and give em' back to me.
I don't care if she ma baby's mama.
She will be gone if I find out the actual truth.
I moved the mouse and the white girl's room returned to my screen.
She moved to the bed and placed the bowl on the nightstand.
Lil dude is done huh?
I relaxed on my chair as I watched her pick him up and place him on her lap.
She rocked his back, humming an inaudible sound, making me increase the volume.
That's a lullaby.
She tryna make him burp.
She knows so much about taking care of a baby.
And how old is she again?
Twenty?
How does she know so much?
A burp echoed on my screen, making me raise my brows.
Damn, Lil Kai.
She chuckled, holding him up and smiling beautifully at him.
I placed my hand on the top of my lips and my thumb under my chin as I stared at them.
Lil Kai looks sleepy to me. That's what you get from all that, son.
"Aw, someone is sleepy." She said, rubbing her forehead on his playfully.
"Alright, you can fall asleep on my big bed," she said, moving towards the headboard and giving me a glimpse of her inner thighs.
A groan like before escaped my lips.
I relaxed on my seat, staring as she placed him on his belly and lay next to him, caressing his back.
I zoomed the screen, staring at her smiling face as she rocked his back.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, my little friend," she sang, making him raise his head.
"You like the song right?" She asked, smiling brightly.
He rested his head as she continued.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, little Jay Jay,"
My heart stirred oddly, feeling myself getting glued to that beautiful smile I have ever seen and small brown eyes.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, my little friend," she caressed his hair, staring at him like he was the most beautiful thing on earth.
Next, she moved slowly and quietly, aiming to get off the bed but lil dude is not having that.
A tiny cry from him made her move back to him.
"I am here, Jay Jay," she said, chuckling as she continued to rock his back, humming the same song to him.
I found myself watching them like an interesting movie.
Actually, watching her.
Funny thing is, she reminds me of my mother.
The most nurturing woman on earth.
The fuck, Big Kai? You comparing her to your mama now?
Your mama was a black queen.
This shorty is a pathetic white girl.
Who your son loves so much.
I took in her long curly blonde hair.
My son's first toy.
I never cared why he liked it so much.
Look at me now.
Curious to know.
They look healthy.
Healthy enough to....
I furrowed my brows at my thoughts while still staring at the screen.
She gently got off the bed and moved quietly towards the crib.
My lil dude is asleep and letting out snores.
She fixed the duvet in the crib properly before walking back to the bed.
She got on it quietly and picked him up.
She rocked his back as she moved to the crib. She cradled him in her arms, smiling at him like a happy mother do to her baby.
She is not his mother.
Hell, she is not even a mother.
How is it that she is like this with a baby that is not hers?
Isn't blood the only guarantee?
The thought of her being a mother someday filled my mind.
Another fucking child in her arms.
That is not bad.
It's an innocent child.
Then there is the father of the child.
A fucking white father.
Some fucking white motherfucker.
A scoff escaped my lips.
I didn't know I was gripping my mouse until the room disappeared on my screen.
Sighing, I felt my nerves calming down as I moved the mouse.
The record returned on my screen.
She is leaning on the crib, staring at my kid.
No one is purest in this world.
There is no way.
But.....
This shorty proved that to me earlier today at the company.
She had the opportunity to run.
The fucking golden opportunity.
Hell, I almost got on my feet to make sure she gets caught if she tries to run.
She didn't.
She did attempt.
That shit almost made me explode.
I thought she wanted to leave my kid there alone.
But no.
She came back to him.
I scoffed.
That's....I saw her differently.
Seeing the way she is treating him now, I am getting to the point of believing completely that she truly didn't kidnap my son.
Nah.
I still need to be a hundred percent sure.
This can still be a facade.
Wolves in sheep's clothing are like water in this fucked up world.
You never can tell who is who for sure.
That shit is difficult.
Cause you can't see the fucking heart.
You fucking can't.
"Good night, Jay Jay," she sang sweetly, blowing him a kiss before turning towards the bed.
She let out a sigh, running her fingers through her hair as I felt my nerves picking up again.
This fucking odd feeling.
"I need to take my bath again," she muttered, pulling down the hand of her nightgown.
I shifted on my seat.