Smoke [Sequel to Me, You, & Henny]

Smøke- Thirty

Smøke | Thirty Final Chapter to Smoke

Christopher Brown

"Can we talk babe?" Jenna asks scooting closer to me in bed. I stretch my arm around her body and kiss her forehead.

"Bout what?"

"I heard you call Levi your fiancé, but I just want you to know I'm fine being your side chick."

"What?" I laugh. "And I guess you're trying to imagine a child support check every month. I'm not having anymore kids, so Jenna if this is what you want, you can leave now."

"I shouldn't be here anyways... I have class tomorrow." She wails climbing out of bed and removing my shirt to change into her own shirt. "Bye."

"Bye Jenna, this relationship is illegal anyways. You 17."

She flicks me off as she leaves my bedroom, seconds later the front door is slammed and I run my hands over my face.

I pick up my phone from off the charger and unlock it. I dialed Noemi's number and waited for her to answer.

"Hi daddy."

"Hey baby, I'm coming to your soccer game tomorrow, just thought I'd let you know." I say staring up at the ceiling. This house was so empty, and I felt alone for the first time in forever.

"Okay, can't wait to see you there. You aren't bringing Jenna are you?"

"Nah. I'm actually not, we not together anymore." I shrug. "She wasn't bout it."

"Good. I-I mean... she lost a good guy like my daddy. Goodnight love you!"

"Love you too babe." Nomi was being strange all of sudden. I didn't want to pressure or annoy her, but I really want to know her birthday wish. Since it was about, me.

By the next morning, I was walking into my car shop with a box of Krispy Kreme donuts. I handed them off to my employees.

"Thanks boss man, how was your daughters birthday?" Chance asks filing papers for incoming customers of the day.

"Big hit. She enjoyed herself, and I'm glad she did." I say posting myself against the hallway wall.

"Shit I bet. She spoiled as hell. I need some extra cash, so unless you tryna give me a raise, I'll baby sit them anytime." He offers.

"Babysit? Thats what I got my mom for..." My speech suddenly stops and I feel like I'm losing my self for a moment. I excuse myself and go to the bathroom, drowning out in the horrible taste of vomit. I don't catch my breath until I make myself.

Flushing the toilet with my shoe, I ring the buzzer on the wall for the janitor and wash my hands. Glancing into the mirror, I stare at my appearance. I was scruffy with the lack of grooming my facial hair. And I looked pale, rather sick.

"Fuck." I mutter. Realizing I looked sick and was actually sick hurt in no way imagined possible.

I leave the bathroom and Chance looks at me concerned as the rest of the guys do. "Uh, I'ma go home. Not really feeling well today." I announce and grab my keys from my office. I chuck my deuces up and walk out the backdoor. Unlocking my Convertible, I duck inside and toss my head on the steering wheel. I could throw up a few more times, honestly.

I removed my phone from my back pocket and dialed up the number I knew by heart for ten years plus. "Hey, you busy?"

"Chris. I'm at a photoshoot. Are the kids okay, did someone call-"

"I'm not feeling well. I don't know if I'm going to make Nomi's game like I told her I would." I state, she speaks to a client and then the area becomes more silent.