“Damn, that’s all you see?” Pia turned her nose up.
“Right! A bitch done come to rescue you, and you talkin’ ’bout someDasani! It wasn’t even her idea!” Mocha shifted her legs but grabbed the wall as she nearly fell.
“Hi, Solana. How are you?” Scarlett asked, sincerity in her voice.
“I’m… Wow. I wasn’t expecting you. Any of you…” I responded, baffled that the girls were even standing here right now.
“Yeah, well, move on out of the way. I gotta piss. Ain’t it a bathroom in here?” Dasani pushed past me.
“Yes. Right through that door,” Jisei called behind her while still grilling Italian, who had his arm around her shoulder.
“We ain’t fuck up the couch. We ain’t been doing nothing we ain’t ’posed to be doing, Auntie. Ain’t that right, Mexi-Mami?”
Italian’s handsome face mischievously grinned while Jisei gave him the cold shoulder.
“Umm hmmm. This ain’t no fucking clubhouse. So it bet not be no fucking going on.”
He cackled. “Tell Shio that…”
My face heated as Jisei playfully punched Italian, who was trying his best to dodge her fist.
All of the ladies filed in, and Italian closed the door behind them, winking at me. I’d hoped I wasn’t loud that day, but from his response, I must have been.
“So, this where you been this whole time?” Mocha slid out of her gold strappy heels while Pia set her light pink Christian Dior bag on the dresser.
Jisei was already barefoot and was pointing the remote at the TV while Scarlett was still looking at me as if I were a sick puppy. The door to the bathroom opened, and Dasani came out, drying her hands before placing her purse on the nightstand. It was a gorgeous blue Birkin 30. I had a couple of Birkin and other Hermès bags back in México, but I preferred Chanel.
“Whew, shit! Them mimosas ran right the fuck through me,” Dasani said before plopping on the bed and crossing her leg over her thigh. She attempted to unbuckle the strap on her blue heels without putting her shoes on the bed.
“You shol’ been pissing a lot. Let me find out…” Jisei murmured as she typed into the YouTube search engine.
Dasani successfully removed one heel and worked on the next one. “Let you find out the fuck what?”
“That my brother put that son in you that he won’t stop whining about.” Jisei snickered.
“Yo’ brother trapped me once, and I gave him that. But he gone have to pay me to have another baby.”
“Oh God, really?” Scarlett giggled.
“Hell yeah,really! That nigga may be Don to y’alls niggas but he ain’t shit to me. Having his baby ain’t no muthafuckin’ privilege. The one we got barely fuck with me as is.”
“Girl, please! Delicate crazy as hell about you.” Pia waved her off, taking a seat on the bed but on the opposite side. She even peeled back the covers and fluffed a pillow to get comfortable. Her belly had grown since I’d last seen her, and I said a quiet prayer she didn’t go into labor down here.
“Yeah, that is my baby. But she’s enough. Scarlett, you can’t talk. When you having another one? Give Matteo’s crazy ass a son.”
“Matteo is constantly saying that when Princess asks for a sibling, he will give her one.” Scarlett shrugged. “She hasn’t asked yet, I guess.”
Dasani scoffed. “And you just gonna let him nut in you and make it happen?”
“Yes, I am, Dasani. I mean… What choice do I have?”
My eyes kept bouncing from one woman to another. They were all dressed up, just like they had been every time I’d seen them, but I was still trying to process the fact that they were actually here.
The room went silent as everyone pondered Scarlett’s last statement.
“I mean, you got a point, best friend. I’m still scared of Matteo’s ass. If he say, ‘It’s baby time,’ that means?—”
“It’s baby time!” the woman chanted in unison before bursting out in laughter.
