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I knew I wasn’t supposed to laugh, but these two made me feel like I was watching a comedy show, so I was cracking up laughing. It was Huncho coming down there and snitching on his wife like she would get in trouble or something. It’s like he couldn’t wait to tell i
t all.
“Your husband is right in terms of the kids sleeping with you now. It will make it so hard for them to get out of the bed with you once they get a little older. I say this to all my mothers since this can increase the risk of SIDS. What I do recommend is using the bassinet and putting it right next to your bed. That way, it can kind of feel like they are still in bed with you. What else, Dad? Anything else that you need to snitch on your wife about?” I asked, making them both laugh.
“Nah, I think that’s it for now, Doc. Bae, tell her about your business. Doc, if you looking for somebody to take your maternity pictures, my wife does her thing when it comes to that. Best in the city. Nah, best in the fuckin’ world,” Huncho said, bragging on his wife… as he should!
Askiya reached in her purse and grabbed her phone. While she did that, I finished with the twins and jotted different things about them on their personal charts. I also got the immunizations ready for the nurse to come in and administer. Once I was finished, Askiya handed me her phone and told me to go through the album and look at some of the maternity pictures that she’d taken.
My jaw almost hit the floor when I saw how beautiful her work was. The underwater shoot she did is what had me in awe. There were different shoots with ponies, bathtub pictures, outdoor pictures, and I fell in love with each of them.
“Oh, my God! Girl, you are good. I wanted to take them a little after I turn eight months because I wanted my stomach to be a little bigger,” I told her.
“I’m going to give you my personal phone number. We gotta hang outside of your work hours. I like you,” Askiya told me.
“Bruh, you just fuckin’ friendly, that’s all,” Huncho said, making me laugh again.
I was supposed to have left a while ago, but I stayed with them for an extra ten minutes. It didn’t even feel like I was at work. I felt like I was around family, just hanging. I wasn’t deep into signs like Askiya was, but something had to have been right about what she said regarding our signs clicking because we were chopping it up like I had known her my entire life. I had never done this before with any of my patients’ parents because it was usually just business with us. I felt like I was around my sister, just having fun.
I wouldn’t mind forming some kind of friendship with Askiya because Twinkle was in fiancée mode right now in LA with Truth, and I hadn’t seen her since our gender reveal. She would be in Miami in a few weeks, though, because Truth had a game. We talked on the phone every day about all things that we would do when she touched down.
A little over an hour later, I finally pulled my car into the parking lot for one of the law firms that was handling my mother’s divorce. I was running behind, but only by like five minutes. My mom had already texted to let me know that everyone was there, and they were just waiting for me. I pulled my Tesla into a parking spot toward the front and stepped out, heels clicking as soon as they touched the pavement.
It was Friday, and on Fridays, I dressed down at the office. Today, I wore a brown and black Fendi shirt, and I paired it with skinny jeans. I wore heels most days at the office, but again, because I dressed down on Fridays, I paired my cute outfit with brown Fendi sneakers. Because the clothes from Fendi ran a little big, I still got my usual XS size in shirt, and I didn’t have to worry about it tugging around my stomach area, which was honestly getting bigger by the day.
I laughed, thinking about how my stomach was literally the biggest thing on my entire body. My Fendi purse was on my shoulders, and all day, I’d had my curly hair just hanging loosely. But when I got in the car after work, I pulled it up into a bun.
God, I hoped this went well. I had such a good day at work, although it was exhausting, and I didn’t need my mother’s husband starting up his mess and forcing me to go toe to toe with him. As I walked to the building, I texted my husband to let him know that I had arrived, and I would be home in a couple of hours.
Billion and I had made up, which was good because I hated being in the doghouse with him, although he had only kept me there for a few hours. Ladies, I’m not saying that head will make your man forgive you, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a good incentive. A week had passed since I topped him off, and he was still talking about how good my skills were.
I made it inside the office building and let the receptionist know why I was there, and she gladly came around and led me to the room where my family was. I walked inside, and it hit me that this was real; my parents were on opposite sides of the table. For so long, they had always sat beside each other. My father sat on his side with his lawyer, while my mother sat across from him with her lawyer, and Naomi on her other side.
The second I walked in, I heard the loud, annoyed breath that my father blew out.
“I just don’t understand why this is necessary. Me and you are getting a divorce. For goodness sake, is this a celebration for you? Why do you have to have guests?” I heard him ask.
I bet when Naomi came in, he didn’t have a damn thing to say about my mother bringing her, but the second I graced the room with my presence, it was suddenly a damn problem. Since this was about my mother and her finally getting her freedom, I wouldn’t respond to his ignorant comment because it was what he wanted me to do anyway.
“This actually is a celebration for me. I’m walking away from pure evil. By the way, these aren’t guests, Davidson. These are our children. The past few times that you and I have met up to resolve this, the things you requested for this divorce, and the things you were trying to strip away from me were absolutely crazy. So, I told the girls to come for moral support,” my mom said.
I spoke to her lawyer and his, and I gave both my mother and my sister a hug before taking a seat right next to my sister. The session started, and while they were talking, I went into my purse and pulled out a water bottle because my mouth was super dry.
“Okay, so the last meeting, we really didn’t leave on a good note, and that’s because my client wasn’t satisfied with the way that this divorce would be finalized. My client signed a prenup and was made aware that if the two of them ever parted ways, Pastor Davidson would be legally entitled to keep everything, but we need to come to a better understanding because some of the things that your client is asking for are a bit extreme. Her clothes… her shoes… her jewelry… even the new Mercedes Benz that was just purchased for my client on her birthday are all things that shouldn’t have to be taken away. It’s petty at this point. What else does he plan to strip from her? Her life?” my mother’s lawyer asked his lawyer.
I was biting my tongue, trying to keep quiet, but I couldn’t. Before anyone could say anything, I sat up in my chair and looked over at my mother.
“Ma, really? We can go shopping this weekend, and I can buy you anything you want! Mercedes doesn’t close until nine. It’s five minutes after seven right now. Sign your name on the dotted line, and I can buy you any car off the lot right now that you want! C’mon, ma,” I pleaded, pissed that my mother even had to beg to keep things that he knew damn well belonged to her. This man was so petty that it disgusted me.
“Nobody wants you to buy them anything with your husband’s drug money,” my father said.
“Hush, before I call him over here and have him beat you up! If memory serves me correctly, my husband told you to keep quiet when I come around! Please, please don’t say anything to me, because pregnant and all, it’s taking everything out of me not to fly across this table and smack you for stooping so low and trying to have my husband killed! You’re lucky that you aren’t in jail because that’s the route I wanted for you, but I was told by my husband to chill because he would rather see you lose it all, while you have your freedom as opposed to losing it all behind bars.
“You’re a hateful person, and we all know that the only reason you want to keep my mama’s clothes, jewelry, and the car is so you can exchange it for money. I tuned in to your little church service on Sunday, and for a second, I thought I was on the wrong website. I counted a good twenty people, and that
included you and the ten deacons you have. For someone less than an inch from losing it all, you still have a way of letting that evil seep right out of you,” I said.
As I talked, my sister had her hand on my thigh, squeezing it and trying to get me to stop before I took it too far. I eventually chilled, and that was only so we could hurry up and get to the part where my mother finally signed her name and parted ways from this fool.
