Chapter 21 #2
“That ain’t weird to you to have your brother’s beefing?” Yanna quizzically asked looking over at me as we walked hand in hand past all the food trucks.
”I mean I can’t control how them nigga interact with each other.
Forreal the only reason Wil get a pass with me most of the time is because he’s my dad’s son.
Other than that I would’ve fuck with him.
Will the kind of nigga that want’s to spend our dad’s money.
Instead of putting in the work to have his own money.
My dad spoiled Will too much if you ask me.
He got that nigga thinking everything is supposed to be handed too him. ”
“I can see that. Will definitely had spoiled child behaviors,” Yanna said, stealing a glance over at me then looking down at Zuriyah who was strapped to her chest in a baby harness.
I had my little mama matching my fly since Yanna wanted to be stuck up and not match us.
We both were wearing light blue, Zuriyah had on a Champion onesie with white socks on her feet.
While I wore a light blue matching Champion short set, a fresh pair of Jordans on my feet.
Yanna was running her mouth about me never combing my hair to show her a nigga didn’t always walk around with his hair looking crazy I got a line up and had her throw my hair in a slick ponytail.
She was drooling once a nigga got dress but she tried to play it off like she didn’t care.
“How long Yaro been doing this?”
“The past two years I wanna say I missed the first two cause I was locked up. He started it after our brother Sonni died.”
“In honor of him?” Yanna questions curiously.
”Nah, I ain’t gone say that. Sonni’s death put a lot of things in perspective for all of us.”
Sonni’s death was a wake up call for all of us. We learned that blood didn’t equate to loyalty. His death almost destroyed all of our relationships but the four of us made it out on the other side.
“I feel that. I love the vibe here. Yaro really did his big one.”
“Yaro brings out the city every year.”
Granted this was the first year I was able to make it to Yaro’s birthday black party I’d heard how big my had gotten over the last few years when it came to this event.
I was proud as fuck that my brother was able to accomplish something like this.
When I got out I was able to watch videos on social media from the previous year from what I was seeing every year this block party got bigger and better.
“Oooh is that a Sweet Treatz food truck,” Yanna excitedly pointed at the pink truck covers with pictures of various desserts. “I love their strawberry cupcakes. Before we leave I need one of those.”
Yanna looked pretty as fuck in her matching two piece pink skirt set.
I ain’t fuck why how short her skirt was but she had shorts under it so I let it ride.
She kept it casual with a pair of pink and gold Reebok.
Looking at Yanna with Zuriyah strapped to her front was like looking at perfection. I could stare at both of them all day.
“You can have whatever you want,” I winked at Yanna.
“Oh yeah? Well we might as well get my cupcake now.” Yanna said letting go of my hand twisting over to the food truck.
It was still kind of early so the lines weren’t that long.
I had to make sure we got here early enough to link up with my brothers before shit got too hectic.
If things got as crowded as they did the previous year it would take me forever to find my brothers.
To avoid that I got here right when the event started.
It was still hella people out here, but not too packed.
After getting Yanna her cupcakes she was geekin’ about she ended up getting the broad that owned Sweet Treatz information so she could cater Zuriyah’s first birthday.
Apparently I missed the memo that we were planning our eight week old daughters first birthday already.
Whatever made Yanna happy I let her have it.
Nakeem had texted his location, we were headed to their location.
We probably would have been to them if Yanna wasn’t stopping every few feet want to look at a vendor booth.
In the last thirty minutes this girl spent a good two hundred dollars.
She got a purse from this broad who had her own fashion line, candles, perfume, lotion, body cream, and soap.
I fucked with the fact that all the stuff Yanna bought came from black females, who made all their shit themselves and ran their own buisness.
It took another thirty minutes for us to get to my brothers but we finally made it to them.
Yaro had several covered areas set up with tables and chairs for people to eat under.
While he had a separate VIP area that had a black covering unlike the regular white ones.
The VIP area was set up more like a large tent with one entrance and existing.
Yaro had it set up for his personal friends and family.
Yaro had the inside of this tent looking like a lounge or something with the black and gold cushion lounge chairs, three small L-shaped couches, a bar set up, with a bartender.
I spotted Yaro, with Yanna’s hand still in mine and all of her bags in my other hand I lead us through the tent speaking to some of the familiar faces.
Until I made it to the back where Yaro and Frankee were.
I smiled at them because they were both matching, wearing Yaro's favorite colors: green and black. Frankee had on a long fitted green skirt that had holes on one side of her skirt, black tank style shirt that was tied in the front. Yaro wore green jean shorts, black Gucci logo shirt, and a pair of Jordans. My brother and Frankee looked good as fuck together. With Frankee you could actually see the happiness in Yaro versus when he was with his ex Colleen. He was with ol’ girl since highschool and she never made him smile the way Frankee did.
”Happy early birthday king,” I said, dapping Yaro up.
“Sup.” Yaro, replied. The nigga was really showing out today he had his platnium grills with his name spelled out in yellow diamonds, in.
”Heyy Y’all,” Frankee said, giving me a side hug then hugging Yanna. “She's getting big already. I swear Zuriyah is bigger than Majesty was at that age.”
“Her little ass likes to eat. I’m finna put her on the bottle if she don’t slow her roll,” Yanna fake pouted cause she was the main one screaming Zuriyah wasn’t going to be fed any man made formula.
“Don’t do my niece,” Nakeem joked, walking over to us with a drink in his hand. Nakeem’s eyes were chinky, his ass had to just got done blowin’. All my brothers smoked me included but none of us could out smoke Nakeem.
“Speaking of, where my nieces and nephew?” I asked not seeing any of them running around.
“Reya took all of them over to the bouncy houses. Yaro got a bunch of inflatable shit for the kids.” Nakeem answered.
”She got all them alone? Yanna asked what I wanted to know too. Nakeem’s kids alone were a lot to deal with. Then Majesty and Royalty were just as wild.
“No, I was other there too but I had to come check in with big daddy,” Frankee paused leaning up to kiss Yaro. Them two nasty fuckers made out like none of us were standing here.
”Cut that shit out before you be running around with three bad ass kids like me,” Nakeem spat.
”Right, cause I remember not too long ago you was hollerin’ Majesty was finna be yo’ only child. What happened to that?” I teased.
”Fuck you niggas. If I have ten thousand babies with my wife that’s my business." Yaro replied in a fake angry tone.
“See now you doing too much my nigga. My friend Juniper is with Reya with her kids waiting on me to come back. You finna walk over there with me Yanna? Let’s leave these niggas to do their niggaish buisness.”
Yanna looked up at me as she said. “You cool with that?”
“Go head, ima be right here waiting on y’all.” I said not thinking as I leaned forward giving Yanna a light kiss.
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Yanna Joseph
An Hour Later
“So you and Niko aren’t together?” Frankee asked me for the millionth time.
Juniper, Frankee and I were on the way back to the VIP tent after spending the last hour watching all the kids run around and play.
Royalty, Frankee’s youngest daughter was knocked out in her arms Majesty was walking ahead with her little cousin Forrest, who was Frankee’s brother Faheem’s son and also Juniper’s step-son.
Juniper’s daughter Ryver was the reason we all headed back so early.
She started throwing a temper tantrum, crying for her daddy.
No matter what Juniper did to calm her down she wasn’t having it.
She wanted her dad. Faheem was back at the tent with Yaro and the rest of them.
The only thing that kept Ryver calm was her knowing we were going to her daddy.
Reya stayed back because Nakeem’s kids weren’t ready to go and from what Reya said she wasn’t on speaking terms with Nakeem.
How? I wasn’t sure because they lived in the same house and she took care of his kids but I didn’t pry too much since I was still getting to know Reya.
“Girl no, he just my baby daddy.”
“Nakeem is fine,” Juniper said and Frankee cut her eyes over at her evilly. Juniper waved Frankee off. “Take yo’ self somewhere. I can look. Nobody wants that man. I love my husband. Thank you very much,”
“You better love my brother,” Frankee smartly said, rolling her neck. “Don’t make me snitch,”
“And Ima tell Yaro about you sending them flowers to your ex.” Juniper said playfully sticking her tongue out at Frankee.
”See, this why I need new friends now. Daelight done lost her damn mind and now you the police.”
“How I’m the police when you talking about telling on me first?” Juniper paused standing with her hand on her hip. Juniper was on the shorter side but she had curves for days and the orange one-piece short set she was currently wearing emphasized her body well.
“You know I was just talking,” Frankee frowned.