“What’s good auntie April?” Rashard said, walking closer to the lady to give her a hug. Oh shit, I felt so fuckin stupid. This lady was Dontae’s mom.
“Hey nephew. Who is that you got with you?” she asked, pointing towards me.
“That’s my girl, Imani, that’s Breesha cousin,” he said, pulling me into him. I smiled and waved to her.
“Hold on, I’m about to go get something from out of my old room right quick. Imani, you can sit down, I’ll be back,” Rashard said, and I wanted to slap the shit out of his ass because he knew damn well what the fuck he was doing, leaving me here with these two woman.
“Imani, you can call me Tammy, Mama Tammy, whatever you want. If my son likes you and loves you, then I have no reason not to. So tell me about yourself,” she asked me after Rashard disappeared to do God knows what. Sitting down on the stool, I got myself comfortable and started with my story.
“Umm well, as you know, my name is Imani. Right now, I’m attending University of Miami, majoring in elementary education. I met your son awhile back at T.G.I Fridays, and we’ve pretty much been inseparable since,” I said, not knowing what else to tell her. Shit, I wa
sn’t good with these type of things, and plus I hated being put on the spot. Ms. April sat down at the table with Tammy, and I couldn’t help but notice their resemblance. Then again, they are sisters, so that is to be expected.
“Rashard told me that you’re pregnant. Congrats on that, because Lord knows that I can’t wait to have some grandbabies,” Tammy beamed.
I smiled too, because I honestly couldn’t wait for my bundle of joy to get here already. Overall, his mom seemed pretty cool. I didn’t even feel like I was talking to somebody much older than me, because her conversation was so similar to how it is when I talked to my girls. I was a little shy at first, but after sitting there for so long, I was able to loosen up a little bit. It wasn’t until fifteen minutes had passed that I realized that Rashard still hadn’t come back, so I got up and walked to the front, and that’s when I saw that his ass had left. I came back into the kitchen and took my spot back on the stool.
“Rashard thinks his ass is so damn slick. I should have known his ass was up to something when he told me he was going up to his room to go get something,” Tammy said, laughing. I shook my head and laughed right along with her. I was still going to get into his ass though for doing that shit to me.
We ate the food that Tammy and April prepared, which was baked chicken, yellow rice, collard greens, and black eyed peas, and sweet potato pie for dessert. Tammy fixed so much food on my plate, because in her words, she was trying to “fatten me up.” Best believe I ate every single last thing that was on my plate. After eating and realizing that Rashard still wasn’t here, all I wanted to do was climb in one of these beds and get me a good nap in.
“Imani, I can see it all in your face that you’re tired. You can go upstairs in Rashard’s old room and take a nap. It’s going to be the second room on the left,” Tammy told me after I finished helping her and April clean the kitchen.
When I got into Rashard’s room, it was a typical room for how a teenage boy would have it. I’m guessing this is how Rashard left his room decorated from when he used to live here. On the walls were pictures of naked girls, as well as some tattoo drawings that he had done as well. After using the bathroom that he had in his bedroom, I kicked my shoes off and slid into his full sized bed. Not even a minute later, and I was already knocked out.
Chapter 19: Rashard
I had this shit all planned out. Hell no, I wasn’t going to spend my Saturday with my damn baby mama, my mama, and my auntie, listening to them talk about God knows what. I knew Imani was a little hesitant about going over there with ma dukes, but I kept warning her ass that my mama was cool as fuck, so she didn’t have anything to worry about. Judging by the fact that I didn’t have any missed calls from her ass, I figured that she had to be enjoying herself. After I snuck my ass up out of that house, I slid on down to my job to get a couple of these tattoos of the way that I had to do. Saturdays were our busiest days, and I was not about to miss out on no money.
I ended up staying at the shop later than I expected. It wasn’t until I was finishing up the half sleeve that I was doing that I realized it was going on ten at night. Two hours later, and I was just now leaving out of the shop. After locking up and everything, I was on my way back to my mama’s house to go pick up my baby mama. Imani gets mad as fuck when I refer to her as my baby mama, but I get a kick out of calling her ass that shit. Besides, she was my baby mama, even though I knew later on down the line that I wanted her to be way more than that. I wanted her to be the one that birthed all of my children, and the one to rock my last name.
Thirty minutes later, I was pulling my to ma dukes house and I could see that all the lights in the house were off. I figured Imani had to be sleep, because she didn’t call or text my ass since I had left. After getting out of the car, I walked to the front door and let myself inside of my mother’s house. I made my way into the kitchen and fixed me a plate of food that my mom had cooked earlier. After warming my plate up and taking me two cans of sprite from out of the fridge, I sat down and killed this food that my mom had cooked. A nigga was so hungry that I ended up making seconds. I guess I was making too much noise in there because a minute later, I heard footsteps coming from around the hall.
“Rashard, what you in here doing making all that noise?” my mom said, coming into the kitchen with her pajamas on and her pink scarf around her head.
“Nothing ma, just getting me something to eat. Where Mani at?” I asked her, stuffing my mouth with food.
“She in your room sleeping. She done been sleep since like two. Reminds me of how I was when I was pregnant with your ass; all I wanted to do was sleep, that’s how I know it’s going to be a boy,” my mom said, smiling.
“So what ya’ll was in here talking about? I know ya’ll had to get real acquainted, because I was gone for a little minute,” I said, still eating my food.
“Everything. I like Imani though, I can tell that she loves you for you, and I can also tell that you make her very happy. April likes her too and you know your auntie, so if April like her then that’s a good thing,” my mom said, and I smiled.
“Alright son, I’m about to get back in my bed to go to sleep. If you’re going to leave, put the alarm on and lock the door,” my mom told me after giving me a kiss on the cheek.
After finishing up my food, I went over to the dishes and washed my plate and my fork, and then threw my soda cans in the trash. Turning the lights off in the kitchen, I made my way upstairs to my old bedroom. I had no plans on sleeping here tonight, so I was about to go get Imani and take our ass home. Hell no, I wasn’t about to sleep in this little ass bed and have my damn back hurting in the morning. Walking inside the room, Imani was laid up in my old bed knocked out. I knew she was going to be pissed that I was waking her up but shit, a nigga wanted to sleep in his own bad, at his own house. Going over to her, I quickly sat her up and she got a good look at me, and her eyes popped out.
“Rashard, what are you doing?” Imani asked, trying to lay back down in the bed, but I stopped her.
“Come on little one, we about to go home,” I told her, giving her a kiss on her lips.
“Let’s just sleep here. I’m tired baby,” she whined, still trying to lay back down. I knew she was gon’ say that too, but I was not about to sleep in this little ass bed. Hell no!
Ignoring her protest, I quickly scooped her up, and she wrapped her hands around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder. I went and pulled the covers back on the bed, picked up Imani’s sneakers and purse, and headed out the room. Walking down the stairs, I set the alarm, made sure the door was locked, and I was out the door. After placing Imani in the passenger seat, I came around, got on my side, and started the car as we headed home.
Bria
“Get off of me!”