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“As long as I need to. When my cousin feels like I’m overstaying my welcome, then I’ll leave,” I let him know.
He let out a sarcastic laugh and then shook his head.
“That’s what you think, huh? If I decide that I want to put your ass out right now, I’ll do that, and Ashanta is not going to do a fuck thing about it because I run this right here!” he barked.
“So, why haven’t you decided to put me out yet then?” I smartly asked him.
He didn’t respond.
“You can close the door behind you. You’re just mad that you can’t fuck me,” I said in a harsh whisper because I didn’t know where my cousin was.
“I don’t want to fuck you, shorty. My niggas be at the club where you dance at. They said you opened your legs, and
it reminded them of a fish market. Fuck outta here,” he said, lying through his fuckin’ teeth.
That comment made me laugh.
“That’s a fuckin’ lie, and you know it. My pussy may not be as tight as it was when I was a teenager, but a nigga can never fix his mouth to say that I have an odor. Feel free to smell it for yourself,” I invited.
“I’m good. Seafood don’t sit well with my stomach,” his stupid ass called out right before he closed the door behind him.
All I could do was laugh. This nigga was definitely in his feelings about not being able to fuck me.
Mahogany Brooks
“Baby, I can’t believe we just did that. Oh my God. We really just got married,” I said with excitement in my voice.
I hadn’t even realized that I was crying until Jabari used his hand to wipe away the tears that were dripping so freely off my face. To tell you the truth, when Jabari asked me a couple of weeks ago to marry him, I thought that he was just running his mouth so he could get some pussy. Then, the nigga asked me again when he was knee deep inside my pussy, and I knew that my pussy just had him saying any fuckin’ thing. To my surprise, I woke up from a long ass nap, only to find a fat ass diamond Eternity 14k white gold wedding ring on my finger.
I wouldn’t say that I never thought that Jabari and I would get married; I just didn’t think that it would have happened so damn soon. I was just getting to the six-month mark of my pregnancy, and here I was taking this man’s last name. What Jabari and I had just finished doing this afternoon was so small and so intimate. Literally, the only people in attendance were me, him, and the pastor.
When he woke me up early this morning, I just assumed that we were going down to the courthouse to do it that way, but my man had it all planned out. I’m talking red and white rose petals for me to walk on through the sand, my white dress picked out for me, someone to come into the house and do my make-up, style my hair, everything. I wouldn’t even say that this was the wedding that I dreamt of all my life because I never had thoughts of getting married. What we did was perfect. It was perfect for us. This was probably not the ideal wedding for everyone else, but it was for us and that was all that mattered.
I think the fact that Jabari planned all of this out by himself, and we didn’t have to spend millions on a wedding is what actually made this day more special to me. I wouldn’t forget anything about this day. Jashae was going to fuckin’ shit bricks when she found this out because never in the history of our friendship had I ever keep a secret like this from her. She’d called me twice this morning, and not once did I let her know what I was doing. I planned to tell her today before I stressed her pregnant ass out since she hadn’t heard from me all morning.
I was happy when I found out that my best friend was pregnant, but like everyone else, I wasn’t shocked. Everyone had been telling her hardheaded ass for weeks that she was pregnant, but I guess our words just weren’t good enough.
“I had to show you that I was serious. I don’t think you believed me from the jump. I guess my timing was off since I was in the middle of trying to get some pussy when I asked you to marry me. Shorty, the day I met you, I already knew what time it was. Instantly, I just clicked with your ass. I just knew that you were the type of female who could keep up with a nigga like me. I knew that I couldn’t scare you off, and that was one of the main things that attracted me to you. I’m just trying to give our child all the shit that we both didn’t have growing up.
“Neither of us know what it feels like to have two parents living in the same house who are actually married. We didn’t know what it was like to be surrounded by that type of love. Before you, I ain’t never been nobody’s boyfriend, let alone their husband. I’m saying that to say, this shit may be a little rocky at first, but we gotta love each other hard enough to make it work. You gotta trust me. You trust me, ain’t it?” he asked, and I nodded.
He put me down because he’d been holding me this whole time, and he pointed to something behind me or I should say, someone. It was my mother, and she wasn’t too far away. All the love, the happiness, and the joy that I felt right when it came to Jabari had turned, and I was pissed. I could see the look in her eyes, and it showed that she didn’t even want to be there.
“Jabari, why? Why would you do this? This is supposed to be our day! You talk about keeping me stress free all the time. You don’t think this here will stress me the fuck out? I don’t want to talk with her. Why can’t you understand that?” I pleaded.
“Go talk to her, shorty. You play good at acting like you don’t want a relationship with her, but I know you do. I’ll sit over here and wait for you, alright?” he said.
I didn’t even bother to respond; I just walked over to her. I hadn’t seen my mother in years. The last time I saw her was when I graduated college, and that was when I was twenty- two. I’m thirty now. She looked the same. All my life, I was told that my mother and I looked like twins. We both had the same shape, which was tall and slim. Same tresses, which were sandy brown, long, full, and curly. She was a mature version of me.
I was close with my mom growing up. Very close. It wasn’t until I grew older and started resenting her after I found out that she’d lied to me all these years about who my father was that things fell apart. We had both said things to each other over the years that we probably shouldn’t have said.
“I texted you a couple of months ago a picture of my sonogram to let you know that you had a granddaughter on the way, and you never responded. Why is that?” was the first thing that I asked her when I was close enough.
I could smell the sweet pea perfume on her, which I was amazed that she still wore to this day. She stayed wearing that loud ass perfume when I was a little girl. I think inhaling that scent for so many years is the reason why I get headaches now from loud smells.
“Because I’m your mother, Mahogany, not some friend. You don’t text me no shit like that! You pick up the phone, and you call!” she said.
“No shit like that? That’s how you refer to your granddaughter? And what do you mean pick up the phone and call? Like you do, right? You pick up the phone and call me? The way that I don’t hear from you, I would have assumed that your ass was dead—”
