Two Worlds Apart

48

August

Making sure I had all that I needed, the sound of the intercom at my front gate went off. Looking at the monitor, I pressed and opened the gate, allowing Kevin to drive in. Opening the front door, I walked out and waited.

"Wassup man?" I greeted him as he got out.

"I'm cool." We dapped. "Just brought this by for the little one." He handed me a gift bag.

"Oh word. Thanks bro." I nodded as I glimpsed in it.

"It's just some clothes and stuffed toys and books I picked up. Been trying to get on to Chrys for a minute now. Everything good with her?"

"I believe so, but I'll let her know."

"Aight man, thanks. Anyway. Let me not keep your back. Safe flight."

"Thanks man."

As he left, I went back into the house. Going through the bag, I nodded in agreement of the things he had gotten. Most of the stuffed toys were interactive things and I really appreciated that. Repacking the bag, I placed it with my stuff. Hearing a horn out front, I got my things and met Terrence.

"This all you going with?"

"You know I already got shit out there." I laughed.

"Shit I forgot."

Shaking my head, I got in the car and we left. Letting me know that my momma was at the hanger waiting on me, I acknowledged him while I sent Chrysta a message.

"Like you got some stuff for the little goon?" Terrence spoke. "I hope you got something for his momma too. You know how they get." He joked.

"This? Oh, nah not me. Era just dropped this off for him."

"Oh word. That's nice."

"Yeah. He told me he been tryna get on to Chrysta though, but she ain't been answering."

"Hmm." He hummed then glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

"What?"

"You know what?"

"I doubt she stopped talking to him because of me."

"Ion know Yung. You know she will do what's needed for peace."

"Yeah but."

"I'm just saying."

"I'll talk to her."

"Okay."

Switching the topic of conversation, Terrence told me his plans for Thanksgiving with his family. Mine on the other hand, wasn't to please with me not doing anything and my momma not being home. Basically, niggas were mad that they had to fend for themselves. Eventually Chrysta came out and told me she hand invited both our mommas, which I was cool with, and that she knew I was fishing to see if she would have said earlier.

Pulling up to the chartered flights hanger, I got out and got my bag. Thanking T, I made my way in to see my momma talking her head off with the pilot. Greeting them, he informed me that we'd be ready to go in five minutes.

"You stay flirting with these niggas. Don't you got a man?"

"Mind your business. Ain't nobody was flirting."

"Man, whatever." I fanned her off. "You ready to see your grandson?"

"It's been three months, of course I am." She smiled.

Not too long after, one of the pilot's crew member called us. Boarding, we sat across from each other while a short safety video played.

"How long's the flight?"