Page 74 of The Marriage Rebound

Sasha sat curled up on the couch brushing Vuitton while I cleaned up the rest of our breakfast dishes. “Has Mya booked her flight yet?”

“Um, you know, I’m not sure since she said she was gonna pay for it herself. But hope so because them prices creep up quick and I really don’t wanna make that drive to go get her ass.”

She had a car thanks to one of the rare times our parents actually wanted to step up and do something, but I wasn’t keen on her making the drive alone. And Mya wasn’t much of a road-tripper, so she preferred catching a flight whenever possible.

“She’s still coming, right?”

I popped the pod in the dishwasher then started it. “Of course. I don’t know why she wouldn’t.”

“I don’t know, she may have gotten herself a lil’ boo thang and decided to spend Christmas with him.” I shot my wife a “the hell she would” look, which only made her laugh. “She is grown, Courtney.”

“She ain’t that damn grown,” I grumbled as I dried my hands.

“Court. What?” she said through more laughs.

“She needs to be focused on school and this lil’ job she got now. It shouldn’t leave her no time to be having a ‘boo thang.’”

“Courtney! Do you hear how you sound right now?”

“Yes, I hear exactly how I sound. I sound like a concerned sister who is going to make sure that some little dick don’t be messing up my sister’s future.”

“What if it’s not little?” She couldn’t even keep a straight face long enough to get the question out.

I frowned at her. “You know what . . .”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Sasha said through more giggles.

“Whatever.” I picked up my phone off the island and fired off a text to Mya.

I knew I sounded overprotective, and probably a little unrealistic at times. It was hard not to be when I’d basically been taking care of Mya her whole life. However, she was fully enjoying her college years, which I wanted her to. More than that, I knew my sister was focused and had a good head on her shoulders.

She responded almost immediately with a screenshot of her flight information and an eye roll emoji, saying she sent this information to me a week ago. I frowned. I didn’t remember getting it, but my head had been all over the place with everything going on with me and Sasha. I scrolled up in our text chain and didn’t see it. More confused, I went to the group chat with the three of us.

“Ha, you just as bad as me.”

“The hell I am. I’m the cool big sis.”

I rolled my eyes at her then walked closer so she could see my phone. “No, woman, about the flight.”

“Ohh, damn. Not we both forgot she sent this.”

“We’ve had a lot going on.”

She met my gaze and simply nodded. Vuitton stretched then hopped up onto the back cushion to paw at me for attention as if he wasn’t just getting it before he decided to move.

“You were perfectly fine where you were,” I complained as I gave in to his demands all the same.

Sasha shifted to fold her arms on the top of the cushion. “Maybe he likes your hands.”

“Or he’s just spoiled.”

“You say that about everybody.”

I picked him up and placed him beside her before planting a quick kiss on her pouting lips. “Doesn’t make me wrong.”

“Anyway. I’m excited.” She walked her fingers up and down my cast while chewing on the corner of her bottom lip.

I sat on the back of the sofa. “What’s up?”