Anthony Loses It When He Sees Iman Holding Kai: Put My Son Down, NOW!🔥
[Scene opens inside Shayla’s living room. Soft music playing. Iman is sitting on the couch holding baby Kai, laughing softly.]
Iman: Look at you, lil’ man! You trying to grab my chain again? Oh, you got a grip on you, huh? Future linebacker right here.
Shayla: (smiling) He likes you. I don’t even see him warm up to people this fast.
Iman: I got that peaceful energy. Babies feel that, you know what I’m sayin’?
[Front door opens — Anthony walks in, calm at first but freezes mid-step.]
Anthony: (stares) …Yo, what’s goin’ on here?
Shayla: (surprised) Anthony—what are you doin’ here?
Anthony: (ignoring her) Nah, don’t “what am I doin’ here” me. What’s he doin’ holdin’ my son?
Iman: (calmly) Hey, man, relax. Kai just wanted to see the ceiling fan, that’s all.
Anthony: (steps closer) The what? You got my son reaching for a fan like he need to be on Home Improvement? Put my son down.
Shayla: Anthony, stop! You trippin’.
Anthony: No, you trippin’—lettin’ this man touch my baby like it’s cool!
Iman: Bro, I’m not disrespectin’ you. She asked me to watch him for a minute.
Anthony: Watch him? You barely even know him!
Shayla: He does know him. I know him! He’s been around.
Anthony: “Been around”? Shayla, you just met this man two Instagram lives ago!
Shayla: Don’t start, Anthony. You walked in here loud for no reason.
Anthony: No reason?! My son in another man’s arms—that’s plenty reason!
Iman: Look, champ’s fine, bro. No harm done.
Anthony: Don’t call him “champ”! That’s my nickname for him.
Iman: Man, this is crazy. You really actin’ like I’m tryna take your spot or somethin’.
Anthony: You holdin’ my child, ain’t you? What you call that—community bonding?
Shayla: Anthony, please. I’m the mother. What I say goes. I told Iman it was okay.
Anthony: Yeah? And I’m the father. What I say matters too! You makin’ yourself look foolish right now.
Iman: Listen, I meant no disrespect, bro. For real.
Anthony: Then put my son down before we find some disrespect.
[Tension builds. Shayla steps between them.]
Shayla: Enough! You comin’ in here yellin’ like this house belong to you!
Anthony: I ain’t yellin’, I’m claimin’!
Iman: (sets Kai in Shayla’s arms) Look, man, ain’t no need for this energy. I’m from Indiana—we don’t play the tough act.
Anthony: Yeah? I’m from Chicago. We don’t do soft explanations.
Shayla: (rolling her eyes) Oh my God, now y’all comparing states. Y’all sound ridiculous.
Iman: Let’s chill, man. We all grown here.
Anthony: Nah, you chill—with my son out your arms.
Shayla: Anthony, you need to leave.
Anthony: Oh, I’ll leave. But don’t think I ain’t comin’ back.
Iman: (murmurs) I bet.
Anthony: Yeah, keep that same tone when I do.
[Anthony storms out. Shayla sighs. Iman shakes his head, looking frustrated.]
Shayla: Lord, I can’t even breathe without drama.
Iman: Yeah… well, next time, you might wanna warn me your baby daddy built like a detective.
Shayla: (laughs softly) You’ll get used to it—if you survive him.
[Scene fades out with dramatic music cue.]