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“Come on, stink.”
She rocked harder.
“Come to Mommy.”
She dropped flat on her stomach.
I sucked my teeth.
“Lazy.”
Nesha came around the corner with a glass in her hand.
“She is a baby.”
“She knows what she’s doing.”
“She don’t even know she got feet yet.”
“She knows.”
Serenity smiled at me.
“See?”
“Girl, shut up.”
I laughed.
This was my life now.
Loud.
Always somebody hungry.
Always somebody yelling.
Always some shit on the floor even though I had literally just cleaned it.
But peaceful.
That was the part that still surprised me sometimes.
Peaceful.
We’d been in the townhouse a little over a month.
Four bedrooms in a quiet little section between Maplewood and Union.
Nothing extravagant.
But compared to that three-bedroom apartment in Irvington?
Baby.
I thought I had moved into the fucking Four Seasons.
Driveway.
