Page 16 of On You 2

“Yeah, I’m okay with that.” She smirked shyly, leaning her head back against the seat.

From her vibe, I could tell the silence was doing a lot for her right now. I was a firm believer in meditation and letting peace be still. Only the music played low while we cruised through the city with no destination in mind, harmonizing with the wind. It wasn’t until she reached over and touched me on my hand and looked over to me to speak that I was okay with even opening my mouth.

“Amir.”

“Yeah? Talk to me, Jas.” I reached down and turned the music lower.

“What made you go over there and burn down that entire building for me?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I don’t know, I guess you can say because I wanted to. How did it make you feel?”

“Relieved to be honest. Well, a little relieved, I should say.”

I bit the inside of my cheek.

“Good, what else will make you feel better? I know you probably won’t feel good for a while, but better, I should say.”

She shrugged her shoulders slowly as we drove onto the Brooklyn Bridge.

“I just want my baby to get better. Walk around, and watch his favorite shows, and snuggle me at night again like I am his own personal teddy bear.” She smiled, thinking of his memory.

“I really hate seeing him lying in that hospital bed in that gown. It makes him seem even worse off.”

Her voice softened even more after that.

“I’m used to him being fly like his uncle. That little boy loves clothes and colorful clothes at that. I never had an issue with him staying clean either.”

The smirk on her face was like she could see a picture of Rj in her head right now.

“So, he's a Polo and shit kind of kid, huh? I see Crew wearing a lot of Polo.”

“Yeah.” She laughed.

“Polo, Amiri, Dior outfits, and other designer shit too. Stuff I wouldn’t be able to afford if it wasn't for Crew. He often dropped off clothes for him any time he shopped for his own kids. He said no matter what spectrum my son is on, he is still going to be that nigga still.”

I shook my head while laughing at his crazy ass.

“So basically, little man fresher than half the grown men in Brooklyn.”

“He definitely is.”

That small smile spreading across her face made something settle inside of me for a second.

“Well, since you don’t want him in that gown anymore, let’s go pick him up something from your house, then. Maybe the nurses can help you change him into a buttoned-up pajama set or some shit. I know my father was able to wear some of his regular clothes when he was in the hospital after getting shot.”

“I mean, I would be okay with that, but his dumb ass daddy cleared out my drawers the day he slipped into my house when my mama and I weren’t there. Now it’s probably burned up in that fire, but I don’t care about that. Clothes can be replaced. Well, his clothes at least. I want Reggie and the rest of his family to wear the clothes on their back for weeks.”

I glanced over at her for a second before looking back at the road. Ever since I met Jasmine, something in me kept wanting to solve every problem she had the second it came out of her mouth.

My fingers tapped against the steering wheel while I thought for a second before an idea finally hit me.

Without saying anything else, I grabbed my phone and pulled up directions to the Ralph Lauren store I knew was nearby. It was only ten minutes away, so I drove over there in silence.

When I pulled up along the curb down the street, and the car stopping caused Jasmine to lean forward.

“What are we doing here?” She yawned.