“Hey! No, if yall start another GoFundMe, I’m going to whoop yall ass,” Aria warned.
The last time her daughters said they were going to create a GoFundMe, they did and earned over $15,000 for a car they couldn’t drive. Aria didn’t know why a bunch of dummies donated their hard-working money to a couple of twelve-year-olds, but they did. Instead of letting them buy a car, Aria put the money in a savings account they couldn’t touch until they were eighteen.
“Are we dropping them off before or after dinner?” Tyler whispered.
“After,” Aria giggled. “I told Kevin I’d keep them for the day so he could work on his relationship.”
“Bitch, you tricked me.”
“How?”
“You said we were dropping them off.”
“We are,” Aria insisted, pulling into the parking lot of their favorite restaurant. “After dinner.”
“I’mma slap you,” Tyler threatened, gazing down at her vibrating phone. She sent the caller to voicemail and slid the phone in her purse. Removing her lip gloss, Tyler applied a couple of coats, ran her hand through her shoulder length curls, and glanced over at Aria, who was staring at her.
“What?” Tyler questioned.
“When that man catches you, he’s going to tear you a new asshole.”
“Good, maybe I’ll cum.”
“Oop,” Aria whispered. “I’m not about to play with you.” She giggled, getting out of the car.
The shift from summer to fall had Tyler reaching back into the car for her beanie. The cold breeze whipping through the air wasn’t playing fair, and although her wig was secured, she didn’t want to take any chances. Tightening the belt on her peacoat, Tyler waited for Maddie and Mya to exit the car so she could walk behind them.
“Oh, they packed,” Aria observed, stepping into the restaurant. “I hope we can get a table,” she mumbled, surveying the crowded entryway.
It was Saturday evening, and it seemed like the entire city of Detroit had a taste for catfish bites, greens, cornbread, and lobster mac and cheese. Just the thought of the food had Tyler looking around to see if she knew any of the waitresses. They hadnever waited in a line to eat, and they weren’t about to start now. Before Tyler could squeeze through the thick crowd, she was tapped on the shoulder. Thinking it was one of Aria’s girls, she turned around with a smile, but it quickly turned into a frown when her eyes landed on Bobbi.
“Hey cousin,” Bobbi greeted, holding the bottom of her stomach.
Tyler glanced down at her swollen stomach and then back up at her pie face. Bobbi’s nose was spreading, her lips were double their normal size, and she could tell her face was covered in pimples under her layered makeup. Bobbi was pregnant as fuck, and instead of being mad or hurt, Tyler almost felt bad for her. Although her lace front was laid, she was standing there looking like the knock off version of her little cousin. The tight dress she wore belonged to Tyler, the Prada boots and matching peacoat belonged to Tyler, and the jet-black Malaysian wig she was rocking belonged to Tyler. Bobbi looked like Tyler 2.0
Quickly scanning the area, Tyler made sure Dexter wasn’t near. Their court date was approaching and being in the same space as him wouldn’t have been a good look. After confirming the coast was clear, Tyler put a little space between them because her right hand was itching. Bobbi might’ve been pregnant, but her face was looking very punchable.
“I know you fucking lying,” Aria chuckled, removing her earrings.
“Ah shoot, mama about to fight.” Mya tapped Maddie’s leg. “Get your phone out.”
Something snapped in Aria after hearing her daughter’s voice. Reaching into her purse, she grabbed her keys and handed them to Mya. She didn’t want to be the parent who got into fights while her kids recorded. It might’ve been exciting at themoment, but later they’d be sitting in someone’s therapist’s office crying about when their life took a turn.
“Go sit in the car,” she instructed. “We’ll be out in a minute.”
“But ma, we wanted to see the fight,” Maddie whined.
“There is no fight, go to the car,” Aria hissed.
“Fine,” Mya mumbled, taking the keys. “Bye BBL Bobbi,” she waved, bouncing off with her sister at her side.
“Whoa,” Bobbi chuckled. “You didn’t have to send the kids away. I was just saying hi to my cousin,” she said with a frown. “Is that a problem? I mean I know you not still mad about the Dex thing. That nigga for everybody, but you knew that.”
By now it was as if everyone in the restaurant was staring at them. Some had their phones out while others whispered about what was going to take place. The woman with Bobbi stepped back, knowing that when Tyler’s hands started swinging, anyone in her path was liable to catch a stray.
“I’m trying to figure out why you talking to me like we cool. Bitch, I don’t fuck with your shaky ass,” Tyler said with a scowl on her face.
“Cousin,” Bobbi sighed. “It doesn’t have to be like this every time we see each other. We are family and will be in each other’s lives for the rest of our lives. We might as well hash it out.”
