Oh yeah.
The man was exasperating.
“Babe, been gone hours. It didn’t go good, I would not have been gone hours,” he stated as a belated explanation.
“What went good?” Kasha demanded to know.
“Nothing, baby,” Knight muttered to his baby girl.
“Can we speak in our bedroom?” I asked, starting to move that way.
“You gonna give me shit, I go with you to our bedroom?” Knight asked, making me stop dead and whirl his way again.
“Do not say shit in front of the girls!” I snapped.
“You said shit too, Momma,” Kasha pointed out. “Just now.”
Knight burst out laughing.
I looked to the ceiling, making a frustrated noise.
“No need to go to the bedroom.”
At his words, I rolled my eyes back to my man.
“You remember what I said to you in that kitchen the first time you were in this space?” he asked, tilting his head toward our kitchen.
My heart skipped as I pressed my lips tight.
I remembered. I remembered every word.
He’d held my face in his hands and said, Wars fought over a face like this. A man would work himself into the ground for it, go down to his knees to beg to keep it, endure torture to protect it, take a bullet for it, poison his brother to possess a face like this.
“My brother found that face,” Knight finished.
Nick hadn’t found that face.
He’d found that woman.
Suffice it to say, I was getting it that all went really well with Nick and his girl.
“Good,” I whispered and watched Knight’s face grow soft.
“What face?” Kasha demanded to know.
“Later, baby,” Knight muttered.
“Is Uncle Nick okay, Daddy?” Kat asked quietly.
“Yeah, beautiful girl, he absolutely is,” Knight answered.
Kat smiled at her father.
“Momma, we’re playin’ Uno! Get down here and play with us,” Kasha bossed.
“We’re not playin’ Uno,” Kat contradicted. “Daddy and I wanna play Operation.”
“Operation is stupid!” Kasha, whose little fingers weren’t as coordinated so the patient’s nose was always glowing red, snapped.