Free Hold U Down by Keisha Ervin

Laughing at her excitement, Bigg headed over to the men’s section of the store. Finding nothing for himself, he returned to Unique’s side. She was in deep thought. Unique sat wondering if she should get the fifteen hundred–dollar large, black, horse-bit leather bag or a pair of nine hundred–dollar patent leather boots. She really wanted both but only had enough for one.
    Cursing herself for not bringing more money, she put the Gucci bag back. Hanging her head low, she walked over to the counter.
    â€œWill that be all for you today, ma’am?” the sales attendant asked.
    â€œYes.” She nodded with a sad look on her face.
    Unique pulled out a thousand dollars in cash and paid for her shoes.
    â€œI’m ready,” she said gloomily to Bigg.
    They continued their stride down the street. Noticing a change in her demeanor, Bigg became concerned. It was unlike Unique to pout, so seeing this side of her made Bigg care for her even more. He saw that she really wanted the bag but wasn’t able to purchase it. Spotting a little café up the block, Unique suggested that they stop.
    â€œYou go ahead. Let me stop at this store right quick,” Bigg said.
    â€œOkay.” Unique took the bags they had accumulated back to their suite. She freshened up and headed back to the café.
    Fifteen minutes later, Bigg met back up with her as promised. Approaching her, he watched as she sat cross-legged, sipping on a latte, talking on her cell phone. The rays coming from the sun seemed to be glowing upon her peanut butter skin. Grabbing his pants, Bigg adjusted the hard-on that had grown. Getting himself together, he approached the table and sat across from her.
    â€œTone! Will you listen? I don’t want to talk about this right now.” Unique spoke firmly into her cell phone while looking at Bigg. He turned his head in the other direction, pretending that he wasn’t listening, but he was. “I’m tired of hearing about you and your other hoes. It’s nothing. Just be honest.” She paused for a moment. “Look, can we talk about this when I get home? Hello? Hello? Oh, I know that muthafucka did not just hang up on me!” Unique slammed her Nextel shut.
    â€œMy bad. I didn’t know if you wanted anything, but I ordered you a mocha latte,” Unique said, pretending as if nothing had happened.
    â€œThanks, but a nigga like me needs something stronger than that. So, that was your man of five years on the phone?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œSeem to me like that nigga stressing you out.”
    â€œIt’s nothing. I just hate when people lie to me.”
    â€œSo, what you want to do after this?” Bigg changed the subject.
    â€œWe can go back to the room because I’m getting tired.”
    â€œThat’s cool. I’m kind of getting tired too.”
    â€œI see you went back to the Gucci store. What did you buy?” Unique suddenly perked up.
    â€œJust a little something-something.” He smiled.
    â€œWhat is it? Let me see.”
    Without permission, she took the bag from his hand. Bigg didn’t mind, though. Pulling the large black box out of the bag, she set it upon the table. Quickly, Unique lifted the top off and unfolded the paper. She expected to find a shirt or a pair of pants, but instead she was greeted with the same Gucci bag she had picked up at the store. Looking over at him, she wondered if it was some kind of joke.
    â€œIt’s yours. I hope you like it.” Bigg smiled, showing off a perfect set of thirty-twos.
    â€œLike it? I love it! I can’t believe you went back and got it for me.”
    â€œAfter I saw how bad you were pouting, I had to get it for you.”
    â€œI was not pouting.”
    â€œYes, you were.”
    â€œNo, I wasn’t, but thank you. It was so nice for you to do this for me. When we get back home, I will pay you your money.”
    â€œYour money is no good with me, ma.