“You moved in because Rahlo turns his head whenever you’re doing something wrong, and I’ll never put you in a home. Who else am I going to bother?”
“Bother your husband,” the old man muttered as Rahlo’s wife, Taylor, pulled the door open.
“Hey yall, I’m sorry about that,” she laughed lightly. “I’m Taylor, Rahlo’s wife, and you must be Logic.”
“I am. It’s nice to meet you. You have a beautiful home.” Logic extended his hand.
“Thank you.” Taylor smiled, shaking his hand before focusing on the real reason she answered the door. “I am trying not to fan girl, but oh my god, Tyler is standing in my foyer. When Rah said you were coming over, I thought he was lying because what are the chances of you coming over to my house?”
“Hey girl! Your home is truly amazing,” Tyler responded. “And it’s nice to meet you.”
“Girl, fuck this house. Can I get a hug?”
Logic protectively slipped his hand into Tyler’s.
Taylor peeped the move and stepped back. “Oh my god, I probably seem like such a creep right now. If you don’t hug, I respect your boundaries.”
“No, you’re fine. It’s fine,” Tyler assured both Logic and Taylor. Only then did Logic release her hand, allowing them to hug.
“And you smell so gooooooood,” Taylor cooed.
“I know damn well you’re not out here smelling people,” Rahlo barked, stepping into the foyer. He pulled Taylor under his arm, kissing her cheek. “You don’t even sweat me like that.” He poked her in the side.
“Stop, you know I love her. Why would you invite her here thinking that I wouldn’t be all in her face?”
“I didn’t think yo ass was gone jump on the girl.” Rahlo shook his head. “What up doe? I’m happy yall could come out.” He stretched his hand to dap Logic and then Sage.
“Thanks for the invite. You remember my sisters, Shugg and Spice, and this my brother Sage,” Logic introduced his siblings. “You already know Ty.”
“Heyyyy,” the twins sang while Sage stood there star struck. He didn’t know if he should look at Rahlo or his wife. Taylor’s round ass was stealing the show.
“Hi, thanks for having me.” Tyler smiled.
“Nah, we don’t do that shy shit,” Rahlo teased. “My wife already seen the video of you beating niggas with Birkins.”
“Oh shoot, that’s why she got on that ankle thingy.” Spice covered her mouth. “Let me see the video.”
“Nigga, you messy,” Logic laughed.
“I’m fucking with her, come on back here. Czar ass on the grill and this nigga swear he doing some shit. Come on.” Rahlo led them through the massive house.
When Tyler pictured having a home, Rahlo and Taylor’s home was exactly what she wanted. A foyer with a double staircase, a living room full of white furniture that no one could sit on, family pictures on the walls and mantel, a brick fireplace, gorgeous artwork, and a state-of-the-art kitchen. Kids' drawings were posted on the refrigerator next to preschool progress reports. Tyler loved everything about their home and it made her love the couple that much more.
Once they walked through the patio doors, Tyler was once again blown away. She had grown accustomed to the finer things in life, but Rahlo and Taylor were taking it to a different level. The spacious backyard resembled a mini resort. Their pool stretched from one end of the yard to the other. There was a jacuzzi, mini water slides, and a manmade waterfall. Along the privacy fence sat four cabanas with a mix of lounge chairs and couches. To the left of the cabanas was a guest house, and to the right was the outdoor grilling area.
“What up doe?” Czar greeted the group when they made their way toward him. “I see you wasn’t playing around huh?” He motioned toward Tyler.
“I heard you was back here burning food.” Logic grinned, dismissing the comment about Tyler. What was understood didn’t need to be explained.
“Fuck outta here, lil dog. I’m nice on the grill, ask my wife.”
“He's aight.” A slim woman with long, thick hair playfully rolled her eyes.
“You know what, get these fake ass hot dogs off the grill. Got me flipping fucking carrots like it's meat or some shit.”
“Shut up,” she laughed. “And you know you like my glazed carrot dogs.”
“I knew this nigga was losing weight,” Rahlo clowned. “Marley, you over there feeding him blades of grass and sticks.”
