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I appreciate the relationship I have with Louise. “Aw, thank you so much, Mama Louise.”
Her lips draw into a thin line, and she stares at me like a proud mama bear. “Let me get a look at you before I have to start sharing you with everyone else. I kind of like having you under our wing and protected. Remember what we talked about,” she says.
Louise and I talked after Wayne admitted to Mallory Hays on camera that he had a girlfriend. She knows the dilemma we face over publicizing our relationship. She lost her beloved pregnant daughter-in-law, Alexandria, during a media scandal. Alexandria’s unborn child would have been her first grandchild. She also lost the lively and happy-go-lucky Eddie everyone knew. If anyone understands the weight of the decision Wayne and I have made, it’s Louise.
While Eddie lost his wife and unborn child, Louise lost them too, and a part of her son disappeared. He used to be the life of the party. He came up with ideas for family get-togethers and was the glue holding everyone together most of the time. At least, he started the planning, and Alexandria, his mother, and his godmother, Marjorie, executed his ideas. He always had pranks and schemes to make their gatherings exciting. Now, he’s solemn around others but prefers to be alone. Louise doesn’t want or need to suffer any more losses.
“I remember everything we talked about,” I tell Louise with a reassuring smile.
She reaches over and squeezes my hand. “I believe you two will be okay.Pleasebe okay,” she urges. She’s doing all she can to keep the worry lines from marring her forehead, but they press through her otherwise perfect skin, showing her concern.
I squeeze her hand back and promise, “We will be okay.”
Her smile returns. “Good, now let’s watch some football.” Louise lets go of my hand and picks up her pom poms. “Because my boy is about to give us another win!”
I’m smiling ear to ear as we rise to our feet and start cheering.
“Yassss,” Jasmine says as the team runs out onto the field.
The blood pumps harder through my veins when I spot number seven. He turns toward our section and starts jogging backward. When our eyes connect, he puts his hand to his mouth and throws me a kiss. I catch it mid-air, place it to my lips, and throw one back at him. He spins and starts running over to huddle with his team with a pep in his step.
“Look!” Jasmine jars me out of my air-kiss haze, pointing to the huge screen in the stands.
Looking up, I realize our air-kiss exchange is playing back on the fan cam screen. “Oh, my god.” I take a seat, shrinkingaway from the attention, but it’s too late. People are pointing, staring and chattering about us.
“Get ready, sis. It’s beginning,” Jasmine warns, scanning the crowd. Her eyes stop on someone, and she tilts her head to the side as if seeing something odd. “Ugh,” she grunts.
“What’s wrong?” I follow the trail of her eyes and see Moey Dash looking in our direction.
In return, Jasmine glares at Moey Dash like she wants to scratch her eyes out. She mutters for my ears only, “I know this is what you wanted, but I don’t enjoy being over here with these fake-ass women. I liked our old seats, by the way.”
“Wait, what? I’m pretty sure you were in a good mood sixty seconds ago, hadn’t mentioned one thing about our seats, and were excited about watching the game. But as soon as your eyes landed on Moey Dash, you went sour. Did Moey say something to you? Are y’all beefing? What did I miss?” I ask my visibly upset sister.
“There’s nothing between us. I was fine until I glanced over and saw her glaring at you like she’s ready to pounce.” She shakes her head. “Not happening.”
Jasmine sits beside me, and I can look into her chocolate-brown eyes and see the sister bear coming out of her. She’s mentally preparing for a fight.Also, not happening.I refuse to get into an altercation that will embarrass myself, Jasmine, Wayne, and his family at this game tonight.
I glance at Moey Dash again. We met in passing when she dated Eddie. At the time, Wayne and I were in the beginning stages of our relationship, and he didn’t bother introducing us. I learned more about the woman after reading blogs mentioning her. It became clear why Wayne purposely hadn’t introduced us. She is a walking drama billboard.
She used Eddie Richards’ name back then for the clout she was continuously chasing. After Eddie, she became a ballerregular, securing relationships or situationships with several other football or basketball players. Given that she’s sitting in the “wife box” tonight, she must have snagged another football player from the Saints.
With my sister and I giving her the attention she’s looking for, Moey rolls her eyes away from us and back to the woman sitting beside her. The woman is also new to the wife’s box, so I don’t know who she is.
“Baby sister, Moey Dash is a miserable woman who thrives on drama and mess. We will not be lowered to that. I don’t care who she’s looking at or what she’s saying,” I argue.
My little overprotective sister glares at the back of Moey’s head. “I guess you’re right, but you know I’ll give her all the action she’s looking for.”
Chuckling, I reply, “I know you would, but I’m not going to let you. That’s what good big sisters are for, to keep you out of trouble. Besides, we’re here for Wayne and no one else. I will not let Moey Dash ruin this night or any others.”
She smirks. “You’re here for Wayne. I have my eye on someone else.”
I cut an eye at her. “Who?”
“I will tell you when the time is right. I’d hate to get your hopes up when I don’t know how he will feel about me being on the cheer squad next year.”
I gasp. Jasmine has the weirdest way of letting me know about major things. She just drops tiny bombs here and there. It was in the middle of goodbye when she told me she was trying out for the Washington Saints.
“Oh, bring your camera tomorrow when you come to pick me up for lunch. I’m trying out for the Saints cheer squad, and I want you to take some pics.”
