I kept trying to calm Dyami down on the way to my mom’s house. I picked up MJ earlier from Crystal and dropped him off there while I got Dyami. I knew this was a big step for her, so I couldn’t risk Crystal acting like a damn fool at the exchange if she saw her with me. They would eventually have to be cordial, but her meeting with MJ was enough anxiety for her.
As soon as my mom opened the door, she was beaming. I had never seen her smile so wide.
“OH MY GOD!!! DYAMI!” She grabbed her and hugged her tight as hell.
“Girl!!! You look even better than the last time I saw you. You den filled out girl! Look at those hips.” My mom was talking a mile a minute, but Dyami was smiling, so I was cool.
“Aww, thank you, Ms. Lyn.”
“Ms. Lyn? Girl, if you don’t call me momma as many times as you sat your butt at my table and ate my food. Girl, let me tell you, Marcos' ass cried for days.”
“Umm, okay, chill,” I said, cutting into the conversation. She was tripping with that one.
“Boy, don’t be mad because I’m telling the truth. This boy had it bad for some Dyami.”
“Shit, I still do,” I said, licking my lips and looking at her fine ass.
“Okay, boy! Don’t be cursing up in my house,” my mom teased, and we all walked in, and I called MJ. He ran to me, and I scooped him up in my arms.
“What’s up, dude? I want you to meet somebody,” I said, taking him to Dyami.
“This is Dyami, and she is very important to me. She is going to be around a whole lot.”
She smiled, and MJ went over to hug her, being the charming boy that he is. She smiled brightly and shook his hand.
“Nice to meet you, MJ.”
“Daddy, she is pretty,” he said, and she blushed.
“Aye, boy, get off my woman,” I joked, and everyone cracked up.
“Come play with my toys, Dyami!” he said, dragging her to the room. I hung back and sat on the couch with my mom. I looked over at her, and she was smiling so damn hard I thought her face was about to crack.
“What woman?”
“I’m just so happy for you! Dyami is even prettier now than she was back then. Boy, please do right by her because it ain’t every day you get a second chance at love.”
“Oh, trust me, ma, we locked in. I ain’t fucking this one up for nobody. I even went down to handle the court stuff with Crystal. I’m serious about getting my life on track.”
I saw tears well up in her eyes. Her dramatic ass was waiting to hear something like this from me for years. I guess all it took was the right woman. My mom went to the kitchen to set the table and warm up the dinner she had cooked, and Dyami came back into the living room.
“Man, that boy has energy for days!” She admitted.
“Hell yeah, he will wear yo’ ass out if you let him,”
She sat down next to me and kissed me. I couldn’t help myself. I pulled her onto my lap and reciprocated her passion. I tugged at her hair, which I was happy she wore down, and she snapped away from me.
“Marcos, if you don’t stop, we are at your mom’s house.”
“Okay, and we grown.”
“No,” she warned, hopping off me and going into the kitchen to help with what my mom needed. I couldn’t help but smile. I could get used to this.
Ma’s ass showed the fuck out on dinner. She made her homemade biscuits, yams, Cornish hens, dressing, and greens. She made a strawberry crunch cheesecake that was bomb as fuck too. It wasn’t much talking until the end of the meal. Even MJ’s motor mouth lil jaws was too busy eating to talk his mile a minute as usual.
“Why every time I ask you to cook, you flag on me? As soon as I mention Dyami, you throwing down like it’s Thanksgiving?” I asked her.
“Maybe I like her more than I like you.” My momma answered, winking at Dyami, and my baby blushed. I was so glad my baby was getting the love she deserved.
