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To keep him still, Quinton gave him another cheese puff every time he finished one. He was so busy. Between the boys and Quinton, my big boy was walking up a storm. I couldn’t have been happier that I didn’t have to carry him all over the house anymore.

Since we were at a kid’s movie, I didn’t have to worry about Trey Trey being loud. It wasn’t too often that I took the boys to the movies just for that reason. This was Quinton’s idea, though. We made it through the movie without anyone making too big of a scene or spilling a whole tub of popcorn on the floor, so I considered that a win.

“Trey Trey wants to go eat pizza after this,” Theo said, filling me in.

“Trey Trey can barely eat pizza.”

“He wants ice cream though,” Victor tossed in.

“He told y’all all of that?” Quinton asked.

“Yep. You heard him, didn’t you, Vick?” Theo asked, standing and walking past me and Quinton.

“Or either he wants a burger and a milkshake.” Victor shrugged.

“Come on then. His little butt will be sleepy soon,” I said, standing from my seat.

“Wait a minute. They said there’s something after the credits,” Quinton said, reaching out to grab my hand and stop me.

“You weren’t even paying attention to the movie.”

“I still want to see what the next one is gon’ be about. I gotta bring Lil Q’.”

I sighed, smiling and shaking my head as I plopped back down in my seat. The boys followed my lead and sat down next to me. Sure enough, after the credits were done rolling, another cartoon came on.

There were two little boys arguing, then being taken into the principal’s office. Then their parents showed up, and they started arguing too. On the next scene, there was a guy working on cars when he spotted a woman with her hair braided into a crown, arguing with another mechanic, then he got hearts in his eyes.

“Quinton, what is this?” I asked, smiling a little too hard.

“Girl, he’s cute, but I don’t know if I’m ready to date again,” the woman with the braids said to her friend.

When the camera panned out and I saw that they were in a bakery truck, I squealed like a little girl. Theo and Victor thought that it was hilarious. I nudged Quinton’s shoulder, but he just held my hand and motioned toward the screen with his head.

There was a montage of them going on dates and to baseball games with the two boys, and there was even a little baby boy in the man’s arms in a couple of scenes.

“She loves me and you. She even puts up with my foolishness,” the man told one of the little boys.

“She cooks good too, Dad. I like her,” the little boy said.

“I’ve never been happier in my life. I think I’m going to do it. What do you think?”

“I think you should go ahead before she finds somebody better.”

“Who’s better than me?”

“A superhero?” the little boy replied.

“Not even a superhero is better for her than me. I’m doing it. I’m nervous though. Can you help me?”

The little boy nodded and smiled. “I got you, Dad.”

The scene changed, and the little boy hopped in a rideshare and rode over to a house before getting out. He walked to someone’s door and knocked. The woman in braids now wore her hair in an afro.

“My daddy wants to ask you something, but he’s scared,” the little boy on screen said.

“What is it?” she questioned.

Victor tapped my shoulder, and I looked over at him. “What is it, honey?” I asked, looking over at him.