she spat.
It took everything in me not to knock the shit out of her. She got bold when we were in public, because she thought I wouldn’t get in her ass about it. Only thing that stopped me was the fact that I didn’t want my daughter to see her mama get her ass fucked up out here. I gave her one last look, then went back to go sit down. We gonna finish this shit when we got home.
“Janiya come on, let’s go!” I heard Nae yell.
I watched as my daughter got out of the water, and I knew she was about to start crying–I could see it all in her face. Shit! I knew the only reason why Nae was saying let’s go is because I had pissed her off. Janiya tried to plead with Nae to let her have five more minutes, but Nae wasn’t letting up. I guess she really was pissed off.
My daughter ran over to me and cried,” Daddy, Mommy won’t let me get back in the water. I just want five more minutes, please,” she begged, wrapping her arms around me.
“Come on princess, listen to Mommy,” I said, hugging her and shooting Nae a pissed off look. I hated that she took this shit out on my daughter like that.
After finally getting Niy to calm down, Nae took her to the bathroom to dry her off and change her into one of her beach dresses. She came out carrying our daughter, and I had ice cream in my hand for my princess. She jumped out of her mother’s arms and got the ice cream from me.
We headed to the car, and no words were spoken. Nae was getting ready to feel my wrath as soon as we got in the house.
Chapter 9: Nae
Two hours later, I was done bathing my daughter, washing her hair, and having to braid it and put the beads at the end. I hated doing Janiya’s hair, because her little ass would sit there and cry the whole time. I guess that was payback for my ass, because my mom always tells me how tender headed I was when I was Janiya’s age. I was so tired, though. All I wanted to do was crawl in my bed, but I knew that that wouldn’t happen no time soon because I still had to take my shower and possibly get my ass cursed out by my husband.
I really don’t see why he was mad at me. I didn’t do shit to his ass! He asked me who the man was and I told him! It ain’t like I fucked him or anything! We never even got the chance to talk on the phone or anything, because the moment I gave him my number my husband had already found out about it. I didn’t even see that event being worth a discussion, but I knew Sincere wasn’t having that shit. I sat at the kitchen table with the lights dimly lit when my cellphone started ringing. I looked at it and noticed it was Breesha calling me.
“Hello,” I answered, dryly.
“Girl, what’s wrong with you?” Breesha asked me, picking up on my little attitude.
“Girl, it’s been a long ass day. You don’t even want to know the half,” I said to her.
“What happened today? I haven’t heard from your ass since this morning?”
“Well me, Sin, and Niy went to the beach for a little family outing. First of all, I didn’t even feel like going. I just wanted to lay around the house. So, we go and guess who the fuck was out there and approached me?” I asked.
“Who?” she inquired.
“’Member a few months ago when me, you, and Mani went to the beach, and I gave that fine ass nigga my number?” I asked her, whispering that last part because I knew if my husband heard me, he would snatch my ass up.
“You lying!” she said.
“Girl I swear, and of course Sin had to bring his ass over there starting shit. He always trying to fuckin embarrass somebody, like I don’t know how to handle situations by myself,” I said, pissed off.
“And I’ll fuckin embarrass your ass again Nae, don’t fuckin play with me,” I heard my husband say from behind me.
I sucked my teeth, and I could hear Breesha dying of laughter in the background. He snatched the phone from my ear, and he and Breesha talked a little while before he told her to put Dontae on the phone. I tried to get up and walk away, but he held me so I wouldn’t move. Five minutes later, he hung up the phone and sat it down on the counter.
“All Ima say to you Nae is, don’t get fucked up! Try me if you want to!” he said.
“Whatever Sincere! Can I go upstairs now?” I asked him.
He let my arm go, and I headed upstairs and took me a long, much needed shower. I knew I should have stayed my ass home–that way, none of this shit would have even happened!
Imani
Oh my God! I couldn’t believe that today was the day of my graduation! I mean, even though I was only getting my AA today, it was still something. It look me exactly two years to get it, and I couldn’t be any more proud of myself. I had so many distractions going on around me that I could have easily dropped out, but I didn’t. Just think–that in another two years, I would have my bachelor’s degree, and then I would finally become a teacher. I was very proud of myself, and I knew that everybody that was close to me was proud of me as well, especially my parents.
I stood in the mirror at Rashard’s house, admiring myself. At three months pregnant, I was so beautiful. I was still very small though, and you couldn’t really tell that I was pregnant in the first place, but I did have a certain glow about me. My hair was laid to the gods. I had it in a pretty side roller set, like how Jennifer Williams wore it on the Basketball Wives season four reunion. My inches were 24, 26, and 28, stopping at my ass. I barely wore weave because my hair was long enough on its own, but Nae and Breesha insisted that I try this hair style for my graduation, and since my big cousins have the best fashion and hair sense, I decided to listen to them. I’m so glad I did too, because I was loving this look. My hair was so tight that it made my eyes look Chinese. Shard loved my hair, and his ass couldn’t stop taking pictures of me. My make-up was so neatly done, and best believe a bitch eyebrows were on fleek! Point black period, I was the shit. I was sporting an off white Herve Leger bandage dress, and boy was my ass poking. This pregnancy was filling my body out very good.
“You can go right ahead and put them heels back in the closet, because you ain’t wearing that shit, Imani,” Rashard said, coming into the room and sitting on the bed.
“Rashard whyyy? They’re not even that high! I have no other shoes to go with this dress,” I whined.