Chapter 13 #2
The next day, Josie and I were getting our nails done and pedicures.
The countdown for my wedding was real. When I woke up that morning, I was nauseous, so I grabbed the pack of crackers I left on my nightstand the night before and ate three of them.
I waited about ten minutes and got up. I was still queasy, but it wasn’t unbearable.
After I showered and got dressed, I ate a few ginger chews then woke the girls up.
The ginger chews helped the nausea go from a six to a two, and I was so grateful I literally closed my eyes and thanked God.
I took my prenatal vitamins and had been sipping on lemon water for the past hour. I felt pretty decent and again, I was grateful.
“I’ve been keeping a secret,” Josie confessed causing me to look over at her.
“What?” Knowing her it could have been anything.
Rather than speaking, she peered at me with a coy smile for a few seconds until I scrunched my face up.
“I’m not about to play with you.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you even though you didn’t tell me you were pregnant,” she smirked making my jaw slack.
“How did you know that?”
“You’re my sister, duh. You done lost all your color looking like a vampire. And your boobs are huge my dear. Like gargantuan.”
I looked down at my breasts. “They aren’t that big. I’ve only been pregnant for two seconds. But it’s twins. I cried. I legit cried, sister.”
“Brionnnnnnn, how the hell am I supposed to babysit five kids? You doing too much.”
As annoyed as I was by the fact that I was having twins, her comment made me laugh. "How am I doing too much? My eggs are doing too much. You know my baby daddy rich though, and I got money too,” I teased. “I bet if I give you some racks you’ll keep five kids.”
“And will. The fuck.”
“Okay your turn. I don’t know how the subject got changed anyway.”
Josie inhaled deeply through her nose like she was bracing herself. “I’ve been seeing Huncho.”
“He’s a kid. He’s too young,” I mocked in a high-pitched tone. “Fronting ass,” I stated shaking my head.
“He is a kid, and he is too young. He just kind of caught me off guard, but he’s a grown man where it counts.”
“He’s grown, period. He’s just younger than you. I’m not saying he’s as mature mentally as you may like your men to be, but I think he has potential. Even if you just have fun with him and keep it cute.”
Josie bit her lip thoughtfully.
“Unless you think you can’t have fun with him without catching feelings,” I teased.
“Girl, please. If anyone caught feelings, it’s him. I mean, it’s early. Very early, but he does have potential. Leave it to me to start something with someone that could be possibly going to prison.”
“Well, I heard Hymn talking to Huncho and his lawyer on the phone, and the lawyer thinks he may be able to get twelve months with time served for the month he did in the county. So, that’s eleven months which isn’t bad for all the charges he got.
The lawyer Hymn hired is good, but my boy isn’t a miracle worker. All in all, eleven months isn’t bad.”
Josie frowned. “I am so past the age of going to see my fine shit in prison.”
“And you’re for sure past the age to be calling people fine shit,” I rolled my eyes.
“Hater.”
All I could do was giggle. Life had been really good lately.
I was happy. Like for real happy and the most important thing, was that my daughters were happy.
They loved living in a huge house, those were their words.
They adored Hymn, and they enjoyed all the fun things I could now afford to do with them.
I did fun things with them before but now, the funds were limitless.
Between my reality TV checks and the makeup bar, I could afford to save plenty and still splurge on myself and the girls.
The bell above the door rang and instinctively, I looked over my shoulder.
Imani sauntered into the nail shop with a snide look on her face.
Her nose was turned up like she was the shit but when she saw me, her face fell.
I smiled at her before turning my head. Josie cut her eye at me and snickered.
My glance at Imani had been quick but I saw enough to know that she’d given birth.
Her braids needed to come out because the new growth was damn near as long as my pinky.
She had the tired eyes of someone caring for a newborn, and she was dressed in black leggings and an oversized black shirt.
“Wash your hands for me,” the nail tech smiled.
Anyone that knew me knew how humble I was.
They also knew that I could turn heads in an outfit from Walmart if that was what I chose to wear.
But on this day, I was giving WAG energy.
I was dressed in a blue romper that tied around my neck and had super wide flared legs.
Despite the fact that I was carrying twins, I still appeared snatched in the upper area of the romper that fit me like a glove.
The pants were so long that my sandals were covered, but they were Hermes.
My rock was sitting pretty on my left hand while four gold Cartier bracelets adorned the same wrist. On my right wrist was a diamond encrusted watch, and the diamond studs in my ears were nasty.
I left my yellow maxi Chanel bag sitting in the seat, but I was sure she saw it.
The same chick that called me old and smiled in my face like it was funny that my man cheated on me with her.
A man that had never hit me, but they got it in like Ike and Tina.
Poor Imani was stuck in a toxic relationship with a deadbeat that didn’t take care of my kids and more than likely, wouldn’t take care of hers.
But he was the prize that she wanted, and she got him.
I could practically feel Imani burning a hole in me, but that was fine.
She could absolutely look. As long as she kept it mute and cute, she could eat her heart out actually.
My wedding colors were chocolate and gold.
I had gotten an overlay on my real nails, and the polish was chocolate.
I had the same color on my toes. My maid of honor’s dress was gold, and the bridesmaids’ dresses were chocolate.
Serenity, Sky, and Star were the flower girls, and their dresses were gold.
Hymn’s tux was chocolate, and our mothers were wearing gold dresses.
“Do I look broke?” my sister asked when I whipped out my debit card to pay for both our services.
“Not at all,” I chuckled. “I already told my wedding party, I’m paying for anything I can.
I don’t want my wedding to be a financial burden to anyone.
You guys already paid for the bachelorette trip and the bridal shower.
” My wedding party had split the cost of the bachelorette trip, and they split everything seven ways even though there were only six of them because they covered my share.
They also split the cost of my bridal shower no matter how much I told them not to.
“Because that’s what we’re supposed to do, duh. You don’t have a broke sister, and you don’t have broke friends. Alisa is an attorney for goodness sakes. We got this. You better be saving your money for all those kids you got.”
I pushed my sister playfully, and we headed toward the door.
“Brion!”
My sister and I both turned around when my name was called.
My brow hiked while Josie frowned as Imani stood there with a sheepish look on her face.
“May I talk to you in private please? I come in peace.” Her demeanor was totally different from the woman that had gloated at the bar when she told me she was Corey’s girlfriend.
“Private? No,” Josie answered her. “Anything you have to say to my sister you can say in front of me.”
Imani’s nostrils flared as she took a few steps in our direction. I already knew she didn’t want to talk in front of Josie, but she didn’t have a choice. She’d better be glad I was even listening to her.
“I’m sorry I let Corey get in my head. I was wrong for being childish.
He’s not doing what he’s supposed to do for our baby, and I can’t work without childcare.
You know if I end up on the reality show as your kids’ sibling’s mother that would make for good drama.
I don’t have any beef with you, and I won’t do too much, but if you can get me put on, I could really use the money. ”
Josie and I simply stared at Imani for a few seconds before Josie found her voice.
“Ha! Are you okay? Seriously, lil’ mama are you okay?
You walked up in my sister’s face when she was fresh off a breakup from a loser that she gave seven years and three kids.
You gloated in her face like what she was going through was funny, and you want that same person to do you a favor?
Hoe you’ll move in a homeless shelter and be breast feeding your child for ten years before my sister puts you on to anything. The show is about WAGS. Not sluts.”
I could practically see Imani grinding her teeth together.
She looked angry enough to spit nails, but that was a her problem.
I didn’t need Josie to speak for me but since she had said everything that needed to be said, I didn’t have anything else to add.
I turned and walked to my car while paying Imani dust. She had me fucked up.