“The harvest is looking really good this year.”
My head turns away from Morgan and Sera, and I instantly smile as Zseyah appears at my right. She admired the fully bloomed apple trees, as I admired the way thoseshorts were glued to her. My best friend has always been fine as fuck, but after having Sera, her hips spread a bit more, her thighs got a bit thicker, her boobs got a bit bigger, and her ass was a bit fatter. Everything she wore now seemed to be painted on her, but I wasn’t complaining in the slightest. She loved showing off her curves, and I loved getting to see them.
Zseyah has always been confident in her looks and figure, and it was one of the things that drew me to her in the first place. She was naturally an extrovert, exuding light and positivity every time she entered a room. Even around campus, everyone knew her because she had that type of personality that attracted everyone. She was fun, sweet as hell, and always ready to lend a hand whenever needed.
She was sunshine in human form, which is why it always angers me whenever I think about all she’d gone through with her ex. I shook the thought away because I was tired of giving the memory my energy. I had to learn how to leave the past in the past and focus on the here and now.
“Mommy, look! Auntie Mo!” Princess squeals, snapping me out of my Zee-induced trance.
“Hey, Morgan.” She smiles as she finally makes it over to us. She greeted her with a hug before taking Sera from her.
“Hey, Zee. Oooh wee, look at you,” Morgan smiles, snapping her fingers in approval. “Got all them thighs out, mama! I see you!”
“Stop it. Stop it,” Zee laughs, waving her off playfully. “You are always hyping me up.”
“That’s because you deserve it, beautiful,” she replies, licking her lips. I roll my eyes, stepping between them slightly to block her view. Morgan just smiles and winks at me.
I have to stop myself from cussin’ her ass out, because sheloved to get on my damn nerves, especially when it came to Zee. She knew how I felt about her, but that didn’t stop her from flirting, because she knew it’d get a rise out of me. Ever since she came out as a masc-presenting lesbian a couple of years ago, it’s like her confidence has tripled, so she has no problem getting attention from beautiful women. However, she knew that Zseyah was off-limits.
“Y’all are always fussing,” Zee giggles, balancing Sera on her hip. “Oh, Mama Liz told me to come get you and tell you that lunch was ready. Also, she’s been looking for you for the last hour, Morgan, so you better come see what she wants.”
“Fuck,” Morgan says, freezing in place. She looks at me. “I forgot to deliver that order to Edison’s Grocery. Damn, I knew I was forgetting something.”
She runs off in the opposite direction, causing me to shake my head. Morgan and time management did not mix. Growing up, our parents always said that she would be late to her own funeral if that were possible. I agreed, but it wasn’t entirely her fault. She was the youngest and spoiled out of this world.
By the time she turned 14 (the age when the kids in our family start helping in the orchard), it was like our parents had gone soft. They didn’t force her to work if she didn’t want to, and of course, she didn’t want to. While I was busy learning the ins and outs of the family business, she was running around the town with her friends, getting into trouble and being a menace. I was glad she’d grown out of that, though. I mean, she still barely had any work ethic, but at least she wasn’t a troublemaker anymore.
I followed Zee back up to the main house, where wonderful smells wafted from the open kitchen windowdown the dirt road as we got closer. It was like a scene out of one of those old cartoons. You know, when the lady leaves the pie on the windowsill, the scent travels all the way over to the unsuspecting animal who eventually snatches it. Yeah, that's how I felt. Like there was this irresistible pull, and I was ready to let it consume me.
“And just where is that youngest daughter of mine?” Mama Liz asks once we enter the kitchen, and she sees that Morgan isn’t with us. I chuckle, shaking my head, because I didn’t even have to tell her anything. She knew how her youngest child was. “All I know is that she better deliver every last item before she brings her narrow tail back to my house. I’m not playing with that girl.”
“Ma, you and your wife made her like that.” I chuckle some more as I help Sera onto the step stool near the sink. I squirt a small bit of soap into her hands, and she rubs them together before washing them under the warm water. “You had me up at the crack of dawn as soon as I turned 14, yet you let her have a choice in whether or not she helped around here. Now, her ass acts like she’s allergic to working. You and Mama Giselle spoiled herrr.”
“Whatever, whatever.” She rolls her eyes, but smiles because she knows I’m right. She and her wife were way more lenient with her.
Now, neither of them was mean or abusive or anything like that towards me, nor Morgan, but they didn’t take any shit or back talk. Morgan had her rebellious years, but our parents never let up, and eventually she straightened out after they finally made her work and help with the business. Even though she complained constantly, I had to hand it to Morgan for trying. It’s just that it was gonna take a while forher to fully mature since all of this was still so new to her. I knew she’d get there, though.
“Speaking of your lovely wife, where is she? I haven’t seen her all day,” I point out.
And as if right on cue, the door separating the living room and the kitchen swung open, and in walked the glamorous and gorgeous Giselle Collins. Her deep brown skin glistened from her favorite moisturizer, and she smelled like she had my whole life, like she was the wealthiest woman in the world. She’d always held herself with such grace, and all heads turned when she entered a room. She was charismatic, intelligent, and the sweetest person you’d ever meet. She had the biggest heart I’d ever witnessed, rivaled only by her wife’s.
Elizabeth “Liz” Collins was every bit as loving and caring as Mama Giselle. She was gorgeous and intelligent, but where Mama Giselle was short, thick, and curvy, Mama Liz was more on the tall, slender side and very toned. She was more into fieldwork, whereas Mama Giselle preferred the business. They complemented each other well, though, even if they were into different things.
Growing up with those two as my parents was nothing short of amazing. Morgan and I never wanted for anything, and we were always showered with unconditional love and understanding. I’d even inherited my love for all things agriculture and science from those two. Even their unconventional love story was an inspiration for me. They were amazing role models, and I strived to achieve the great things they had, especially to have a family with the love of my life.
“Good afternoon, my lovelies,” Mama Giselle says, bringing me back. We speak as she practically glides around the rooms, greeting us one by one. When she makes it toMama Liz, her smile softens even more, and she drapes her arms over her shoulder, looking up at her. “Hi, baby. Mmm, you smell good.”
“So, do you, beautiful,” Mama Liz replies before smacking her ass lightly. “I just wanna eat you up.”
“Alright, ew,” I say, covering my ears. “I do not wanna hear all that this early in the morning.”
“Don’t even start, Kay,” Mama Liz laughs before kissing her wife and then pulling out the chair for her. “You and whatever big-headed lil girl you’re entertaining at the moment probably say way worse.”
Zee snickers, and I shoot her a look. She just shrugs before smiling and turning back to fix Sera’s plate.
“Ain’t nobody entertaining no big-headed nothing,” I defend, plopping down in a seat on the other side of Sera. “The only big-headed anything I’m dealing with is sitting right here.” I motion to Zee. She rolls her eyes, and I laugh. “What?”
“Girl, fuck you,” she laughs.
