“Mommy, where is my Gucci bathing suit?” my daughter asked, visibly frustrated. I laughed inwardly, because my daughter was a damn mess. It was funny, because she was a little me. The way she walked, talked, everything!
“It’s in my room in my drawer, Niy,” I said, sitting down on my daughter’s bed.
“Oh God, thank you Mommy,” she said, kissing me on my cheek. My baby was only five years old, but sometimes I had to look back at her and make sure she wasn’t 25. The things that came out of my daughter mouth sometimes had me trippin. She didn’t curse or anything, she just held conversations like an adult; sometimes I think that she’s around me, Imani, and Breesha too much. Imagine my face when my daughter came to me talking about, “did you watch Love and Hip hop the other night because it was good?” I didn’t even know that her lil ass watched that show, because I damn sure wasn’t watching it with her. She told me she was watching it with Imani one night, and I had to get into Imani’s ass for my having my baby watch that ratchet ass show.
“You’re welcome, now put those clothes back in the drawer while I go get it from my room. Then come in my room so that you can take a bath,” I said, and walked from out of her room.
I walked inside my room and went into my drawer to get my baby out her one-piece swimsuit from Gucci. Her daddy got that last year for her birthday. I took out my two-piece cheetah bathing suit with my tan sarong. I went inside my closet and got out my brown gladiator sandals and my tan sun hat. I laid it all out on the bed and hurried and took me a quick shower before my husband tried to come get in with me. He liked to do shit like that, so I had to sneak and take showers to avoid him coming in here and messing with me.
After I was done, I straightened up the bathroom and plugged up my flat iron. I ran my baby her bath water as I brushed me teeth.
“Janiya, come on so you can take a bath,” I yelled.
“Coming Mommy,” she yelled back.
As my daughter took her bath, I stayed at the sink doing my hair. I flat ironed it bone straight, and was loving the final look. It was parted down the middle, stopping a little bit above my ass. I was wearing a versatile sew in. My hair was already long; I just added extra hair to make it look real full.
Forty-five minutes later, my daughter and I were dressed and heading downstairs. I wasn’t really up to this beach day, but I just prayed that everything turned out fine. Funny, because all I do was ask that I can have my husband with us here more and the one time he is here, I wasn’t feeling the festivities that he had planned for us. A perfect Saturday for me is just staying home with my family, and enjoying each other’s company.
Chapter 8: Sincere
The whole way to the beach, I kept looking at my wife every two minutes. Something was bothering her but she wouldn’t tell me what the fuck it was. Nae already knows how I feel about keeping secrets, so if she had some shit on her chest, she better get that shit out now. Shit, I would think she would be happy about going to the beach as a family since we never get to spend that much time together with me being I’m at the studio all the time. A nigga try to do the right thing and it still ain’t enough. I love my wife more than anything in this world but I swear sometimes her spoiled ass can drive a nigga crazy. For the most part, I know how to read my wife. I know when something is bothering her, but I figured that she would tell me whatever it was whenever the time came–then again, I could be reading too much into the situation, and everything was probably good with her.
Ten minutes later, we were pulling up to Hollywood beach. I parked my car in the parking garage and shut it off. I picked my daughter up from her car seat and waited for my wife to get out of her seat. Once she was out, I opened up the trunk and got out the towels and the bucket and shovel for my daughter. We found us a spot on the beach, and I laid the big towel out for us to sit on–well, mainly for me because I didn’t do the beach water like that, but my daughter did. I sat and watched as my beautiful wife stayed near the edge, only letting the water come to her ankles. I had to laugh at her scary ass. Talked all that shit but was scared to get in the damn water. I was a hood nigga. I wasn’t up for swimming in no damn beach water. I’d rather lay my ass down and watch as Nae and my daughter had fun.
My daughter on the other hand, wasn’t scared for shit. She kept jumping around in the water and Nae kept yelling at Niy, telling her not to be so rough. My wife was very overprotective of our daughter and wasn’t letting Janiya go to deep into the water. My daughter knew how to swim because I had enrolled her in swimming lessons when she was only three years old, so I knew she was good; but shit, you can’t tell my wife that shit though because her eyes stayed fixed on Niy the whole time. I sat there and watched them for the next ten minutes, until I got a phone call.
“Yo,” I answered.
“Aye Sin, what you think about them niggas we saw on YouTube the other day? Those niggas that call themselves the R$ch nigazz?” my nigga Spaz asked me.
“Yeah, those niggas was the truth, why what’s up?” I asked him.
“Man, I was just thinking, we needa get them niggas in the studio, see what’s up with them,” Spaz said.
In this industry, you wanted to get that raw talent before another record label tried to snatch them up. Nowadays, a motha fucka can get famous just by singing and rapping, and then uploading that shit to YouTube. The other night, Spaz had shown me a video of these two rappers that went by R$ch niggazz. I saw something in them, and I wanted to talk business with them cats before somebody else got to them.
My attention went over to my wife. Some lame ass nigga walked up on her and touched her on her exposed back. His hand damn near touched her ass. I watched as my wife stepped back and pointed to me. Nae already knew what was up. Her ass wasn’t crazy by a long shot. Clearly this nigga didn’t know who the fuck I was, because he wouldn’t have put his damn hands on my wife. My name may be Sincere, but I can guarantee you when it comes to my wife and my daughter, ain’t shit sincere about me!
“Spaz, I’m going to call you right back man,” I said, and didn’t even give him a chance to respond. I jogged over to my wife and shoved her behind me.
“What’s good nigga? We got a problem? I asked, mugging the shit out of this clown. Nigga looked like a broke down lil Wayne.
“We good man, I was just talking to an old friend,” he said.
“My wife don’t need no fuckin friends playboy. Get the fuck from over here while you still got the chance,” I warned.
“Alright, you got that one,” he said and walked away.
I looked down at my wife, and it was obvious that she was pissed off. But did I give a fuck? Hell fuck no!
“Nae, who the fuck was that?” I asked her.
“Fuck you Sincere, you always trying to embarrass somebody,” she huffed.
“Oh nah, I aint embarrass your ass yet! Now who the fuck was that nigga?” I asked again.
“That was the one I met at South Beach a few months ago when and one of your little dick riders called you and told you,”