“Hell yeah.” Drayla laughed. “That man got built-up tension he trying to release. Let that man release it.”
“Bitch, my pussy needs a damn vacation.” I shook my head, laughing.
“No, it don’t,” she shot back immediately. “Now what else happened?”
I smiled a little before looking down at the table. “He fixed up a room for me and turned it into an art studio.”
Drayla blinked. “Wait… what?”
“Yeah.” I nodded slowly. “A whole room. Paint, canvases, supplies… everything.”
“Oh shit.” She sat back against her chair. “See? That’s exactly the type of shit I be talking about. That’s a real man right there. A man who actually pays attention.”
A small smile pulled at my lips again before I looked down at my hands.
“It’s been a minute since I painted anything,” I admitted quietly. “But I painted him last night.”
Drayla’s mouth dropped open dramatically. “Oh, so you in love-love now.”
“Girl, hush.” I laughed, already feeling my face getting warm. “What about you and hubby, though? How things going with y’all?”
“They’re good.” She nodded. “That man is trying to put a baby in me right now, but my body is being stubborn as hell.”
My smile faded a little. “You went to go get checked out?”
“Yeah.” She nodded again.
“And?”
I looked at her carefully because I knew how much she wanted kids. She had talked about having a family more than once, so hearing that she still wasn’t pregnant honestly made my chest tighten a little for her.
“They said everything was fine.” She sighed.
“And?”
“And that’s all they said,” she replied.
I studied her for a second, trying to figure out if she was holding something back, but I let it go. Pushing her wasn’t gon’ do nothing except make her shut down even more.
“Okay then,” I said, leaning back. “What else you wanna talk about?”
She rolled her eyes. “Have you heard from that weird ass girl lately?”
I frowned. “What weird ass girl?”
“The one who called herself trying to check me.”
“Oh.” A laugh slipped out. “You talking about Alexia.”
“Yeah, her.” She nodded.
“She been around. Her and Marvin got into it, so she called me talking about he threw her out, and she wanted to come stay with me and Kyrie.”
“Girl.” She sucked her teeth, shaking her head, “don’t nobody want her fake ass around.”
“Exactly.”
“Yeah,” I muttered, standing up. “We need to go before I end up on The Shade Room looking crazy.”
