“I left,” I said quietly, pacing the hotel. “I told him I needed space and I left.”
“Damn, Ny. Where are you at?” Mikki asked.
“I’m at a hotel.” There was a long pause on the phone. Then both of them started talking at the same time.
“You at a hotel with the baby?”
“What hotel?”
“Did he follow you?”
“Is he texting?”
I sighed as Kassim let out a soft whine just as my breasts started leaking. “Hold on,” I murmured, getting him situated onmy chest so I could feed him. I sat down slowly on the edge of the bed while nursing him, his little fingers clutching the fabric of my sweater dress.
“Ny,” Sia said, her voice softer now. “Talk to us. What happened exactly?”
“He embarrassed me.”
“How?” Mikki asked.
I rubbed my forehead. “First off, my original wedding planner lady had to handle something, so she sent her partner. His name is Iman and…”
“Is he fine?” Mikki questioned, and Sia huffed.
“That’s not the point, bitch. Listen.”
“Exactly,” I rolled my eyes and continued. “So, I’m sitting there with the wedding planner, right? We’re talking venues, lighting, and reception ideas. Kassim is chilling. Food is bomb. Everything is normal.”
“And then?” Sia said.
“And then Knuck comes storming in like he’s about to body the nigga on sight in front of everybody.” They both groaned.
“Oh God,” Mikki muttered.
“Yup,” I said. “He walks up to the table, talking about booking a funeral home for the man like I’m on a date or something.”
“What did the planner say?” Sia asked.
“He stayed calm, thank God. But Knuck just kept going. I had to run out so fast. It was crazy as fuck. Typical Knuck.”
Sia sucked her teeth. “That man be crashing out behind you, boo.”
“I know,” I said quietly. “And I’m so fucking tired.” Kassim finished being greedy, made little satisfied noises, and giggled as I smiled down and kissed his forehead. Slowly, I stood, patting his back as I walked to the window until he burped. “Y’all, I don’t know what to do.”
“You know he’s probably outside somewhere losing his mind,” Mikki said.
“I know.”
“And you’re still not gonna answer him?”
I shook my head even though they could not see me. “No.” Kassim started fussing again, so I laid him carefully on the bed and began changing his diaper while balancing the phone against my shoulder.
“Girl,” Sia said, “you sure you’re okay? Do we need to catch the next flight out?”
“I’m overwhelmed,” I admitted. The diaper bag was open beside me, wipes scattered everywhere, while Kassim kicked his little legs.
“Is he blowing your phone up?” Mikki asked.