L O U I S V I L L E || A Bryson Tiller Story

§ Finale §

~...but second chances I do believe in--just give me one reason, we fight, make up then fuck--girl that's the sequence...~

"Don't look like that," I said kissing Grandma Ann on the cheek.

"I just don't want you to go that's all," she frowned handing me a pair of my shoes," It felt like old times having you around. You and Eric in the house together...old times."

"I know. I liked being back more than I thought I would," I admitted as I rolled my suitcase to the door," it's helped me a lot."

"I'm glad. Don't you forget about me," Grandma Ann sniffled back tears.

"How could I ever forget about you lil mama?" I joked wrapping my arms around her.

"You know what I mean Bryson,"
She smiled.

"I promise I'll be back before you know it. So quick you won't even have time to miss me."

"Don't forget to bring my baby Harley back with you. She's growing to be such a doll."

"Trust me I will. She finds you hilarious."

"You're doing a great job with her, you know? You're an amazing father."

"Fatherhood seems to come natural to me nowadays. It's getting easier...for now that is until she starts trying to have boyfriends and heels. I guess where my pops slipped off, I did ten times better."

"Indeed," Grandma Ann nodded,"Call me when you land, ok?"

"I will," I promised as I gave her one last squeeze around the shoulders.

"And Bryson?" She called.

"Yep?" I turned back around to face her with my hand on the door knob.

"I like that Kingsley girl. She suits you."

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"Cookie?" Swan offered holding it up to my nose.

"Nah, nigga," I shook my head,"you already slobbed all over it. And what kind of best friend are you? You know I'm supposed to be cutting back on sweets."

"My bad," he laughed taking another huge bite despite what I had said.

We sat patiently amongst others in the Delta Airlines terminal Gate B for flight 914 to Miami, Florida. I twiddled my thumbs as we waited. Swan and I had gotten here pretty early. So early, we were the first ones at our departing gate. It felt as if we were waiting on this plane for hours.

I told him about how Naomi may or may not be traveling back with us to pass time. Only time will tell though.

"What time is it now?" I asked Swan.

"Are you going to ask me that dumb ass question every five minutes?"

"Just tell me the time," I frowned.

"It just turned 10:00. 10:01 to be exact," he answered as he flashed me his phone screen.

"Was it that hard?" I asked smartly.