I think about YT. She’s gorgeous, with dark chocolate skin and full lips. But she gives me a bad feeling, too.
I shouldn’t feel familiarity when I think of her.
Macy
Dalisgonnabeso fucking mad at me for sharing my lo with YT.
I’m so nervous I’m gonna pee on myself. But I have to hold it in. And I can’t cave.
YT stands in front of me with her hands folded, long curved acrylic nails glinting in the sun.
Her platinum blonde pixie cut is covered by a baby pink head wrap. My godsister looks good as hell in her baby pink bandeau top, boyfriend jeans, and strappy heels that probably cost more than what my last piece sold for. As usual, gold chains and necklaces go up her neck.
She’s model tall, and with the heels, she’s gotta be six-four, but she doesn’t give a fuck. She’s gonna dress regardless if the mood strikes her.
Even during a skit.
“Why can’t I come again?”
Her sickly sweet voice is a ruse. A mirage, meant to lure you into a false sense of security.
“You don’t know them, and you can’t just show up to stranger’s houses uninvited.”
“And why not?” she whines, stomping her foot.
I look around the convenience store parking lot she cornered me in moments ago and sigh.
“DW won’t answer my calls. You’re avoiding me. I thought this move would bring the band back together again.”
“And it will. I promise, I’ll plan something when Dal isn’t busy and you can ambush her at the restaurant. But not at a stranger’s house. Go… I don’t know, sell some drugs. And be nice to Reem.” I point at her, but she waves me off, rolling her eyes.
“He’s my number one opp anyway for daring to get close to my Deezy. But I won’t kill him… yet.” She smiles and kisses my cheek before flouncing off to the white Phantom that pulls up magically.
YP rolls down his window as I walk to it. “I told her ass you wouldn’t budge.”
I roll my eyes and cup his cheek. “Stay out of trouble, Prince Charming.”
YP has the nerve to blush at my use of his government. “Never, Deez Nuts.” They skirt off after I make it to my car, and I take the long way to Autumn’s house, just in case YP decides to indulge YT and follow me anyway.
When I finally make it, I make a beeline for the guest bath, and barely make it to the toilet. It feels so good to pee I moan audibly, and just take a second to decompress.
I fart. I pee. But for some reason, my baby girl refuses to let me shit.
Whoever says pregnancy is beautiful, lied and deserves to get run over by a car.
I wash my hands, knowing I’ll have to pee again in half an hour, then join the girls outside at the cabana.
They’re all cooing, oohing, and ahhing at whatever Autumn’s holding, and when I round the cabana, my heart swells, too.
Rue Bea Atkins is adorable, with her head full of hair. She looks like a little doll in her little blanket, no bigger than a loaf of bread.
Turk walks out and smirks. “Aight. They seen her. Gimme my baby.”
Autumn rolls her eyes but stands and Turk gingerly takes Rue from her arms. He leans down and kisses Autumn, tongue and all, and sheesh, what I’d give to be a fly on the wall in their bedroom.
“Ima go put her down and finish y’all lunch.”
“‘Kay,” Autumn breathes, and watches him walk back in the house.
