“Hey, girl,” she answers. “I just got home. What’s up?”
“Well, you remember that today was the last day of filming?”
“Of course.”
“The director has invited a bunch of the cast and crew to Vegas for a wrap party. It was kind of a last-minute thing.”
There’s a pause of silence on the other end.
“You mean that fine ass, acting ass man of yours is insisting that you go to Vegas with him, huh?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying …” I hedge.
“Can she watch her?” Andreas asks, moving in front of me. “If not, I have a pet sitter on speed dial.”
Mya immediately starts cracking up. “So that’s not him, all in your face right now?”
I can’t hide my grin. “The problem is Ms. Shelby,” I finally admit, honestly. “There’s no one to watch her.”
“Uh, huh. So because my man is gone for the weekend, you want me to be the stand in cat lady, huh? I see how it is, Vee.”
“No, I?—”
“You know I’m just messing with you.” She laughs.
“Besides, I should get used to taking care of this cat. Since you’ll probably have to give her to me once you start popping out babies and shit.”
“What?” I shriek.
“What’d she say?” Andreas asks, looking concerned.
I turn my back to him.
“Mya, are you crazy?”
“Try that mess with someone else. Any man that goes out of his way to have you picked up everyday to and from work just because you don’t like driving in heavy traffic, and assembles a whole pet playpen at his six-thousand square foot apartment for your cat to sleep, is serious about you. He’s in it for the long haul.
“So, I know he’s already thinking about babies and shit. And you’ve always wanted at least two kids. He’ll probably talk you into three or four.”
“Mya!” I whisper hiss.
“Okay, okay, I’ll leave you alone,” she says while cackling. “Enjoy your trip to Vegas. I would ask if you have clothes packed, but I bet he plans on keeping you naked the entire time you’re there.”
“I’m going to fight you the next time I see you,” I manage to say between laughter.
“Anyway,” I say once I pull it together, “Ms. Shelby needs to be fed?—”
“I know, I know. Twice a day. Her dry food in the morning and wet food in the evening. No treats after dinner and refill her water every morning. I know how to take care of a cat.
“You just worry about not coming home with my niece or nephew in your belly. I will not become an aunt before I’mmarried. Once Jason and I say ‘I do’ you’re free to have all of his pretty babies you want.”
I groan into the phone because I know if I yell at her she’ll just keep going.
“Bye, Mya. And thank you.”
“Love you,” she replies before hanging up.
“Yeah, love you, too,” I mumble, staring at the phone.
