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He chuckles. “It’ll all die down soon.
“Daddy, I really messed up. Paris hates me. Porsha can’t stand me right now. And Mother…well, she and I will never see eye to eye.”
“Your sisters love you. Trust me. Paris’ll come around. I’ve always tried to stay out of you and your sisters’ squabbles. Y’all will work this through. I love you, Porsha, and Paris, equally the same. No, I don’t agree with what happened. And I don’t want to know why you did it. All I want is for you, the three of you, to get along. Hopefully, at some point, you and your mother as well.” His tone is even and nonjudgmental.
Wiping my tear-streaked face with the back of my hand, I tell him how much I love him. Tell him how badly I want to make things right between my sisters and me; especially with Paris. I’m afraid I may have lost my sister this time. “I don’t even know where she’s staying,” I say, sobbing into t
he phone. I’m relieved when he says she’s temporarily staying with them.
“Your mother is enjoying every minute of it,” he says with a laugh. Yeah, that’s because she’s her favorite, I hear myself saying in my head. There’s a tinge of jealousy that sweeps through me from hearing this. Paris has always been the perfect one; the good girl. She was the triplet who always did everything right in our mother’s eyes when we were growing up, followed by Porsha. And I’m the one who did everything wrong. Obviously, not much’s changed.
“I’m sure she is,” I push out, feeling myself getting emotional. I’ve caused this mess, and I have to fix it. I just don’t know how. “Daddy, I have to go. I’ll call you in a few days.”
“Alright, baby girl. Your old man loves you; don’t ever forget that.”
I force a smile. “I love you, too, Daddy.” I disconnect the call, then crawl up under my covers and cry myself to sleep.
Porsha
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
“Bitch, you need to fix this mess between you and Paris,” I hiss, glaring at Persia over my menu. We’re sitting at the Mall at Short Hills getting ready to have lunch at the new Cheesecake Factory that opened back in July. I had wanted to spend the day shopping with both of my sisters, but thanks to this shit with Persia, that wasn’t possible. It’s been three months, and Paris is still not speaking to Persia. And everytime I think about it, it pisses me off; especially now that I’m planning her baby shower, alone. Persia may not be there to celebrate with us. I feel like slapping her face my damn self. “And you need to do it soon.”
“I’ve tried,” she offers, solemnly. For once, I see remorse in her eyes. “I’ve gone down to the shop three times, and she’s told me to get out. She won’t even take my calls.”
“Well, this whole mess is a crock of bullshit, thanks to you.”
She cringes. “Porsha, please. How many times are you going to keep reminding me?”
“Until you fix it. I don’t give a damn what you have to do or say to make it right.”
“There’s nothing I can do. I’ve tried to apologize. I’ve left numerous messages. I’ve sent her cards. I’ve even asked Daddy to talk to her. She still won’t have anything to do with me.”
“Can you blame her?”
She shakes her head. “No. I wouldn’t want anything to do with me, either.”
“Mmmph. Well, you need to figure out something before she has her baby. And before this shower next month.”
She sits back in her seat. “I can’t believe she’s almost eight months’ pregnant. And I’ve missed out on most of her pregnancy.”
“You’ll miss out on a whole lot more if you don’t make up with her.”
Paris and I talk every day, and we’ve double-dated a few times. Desmond seems like a really nice guy. He seems like he’s really into Paris. More than what I can say about any other man she’s ever dated. He and Em even hit it off. Paris is still staying with our parents. And she’s as miserable as ever; thanks to Mother constantly in her face, meddling and doting over her at the same time. Plus, she’s ready to move back home with her sisters where she belongs.
So much has been going on since Pasha’s wedding. Emerson and I have talked about moving in together, but I told him it’s not going to happen until after we’re married. I refuse to become a convenience. I give him all the pussy he wants. I stay over as often as he wants. But, a live-in girlfriend I will not be. I told him if he wants this woman in his life full-time, then he needs to put a ring on it and meet me down the aisle.
“So what you saying, you wanna get married?” he asked, rising up on his forearms, giving me a sideways glance.
I shifted my body so that I could face him on my side. “No, what I’m saying is, I’m not going to invest a lot of time and energy into being someone’s girlfriend. At some point, we’re going to have to know exactly where we’re going with this. As a man, you should know what you want.”
“I already know where I wanna go with it. And I know what I want. That’s why I want you to move in with me. I want you.”
I pulled him into me by the back of his neck, kissed him on the lips, then looked him in his eyes. “When you marry me, then I move in. Until then, we keep doing what we’re doing.”
He grinned, pulling me into his arms. “Say no more, baby. I hear you loud and clear.” And three weeks later, he surprised me with an engagement ring. We haven’t set a date, but I am officially engaged to the man of my dreams.
The waitress comes over to see if we’re ready to order. I glance at my watch, tell her to give us ten more minutes, then change my mind when I see who I’m waiting for. “On second thought, we’re ready.”
