Yanna had been about to take a sip of her second drink but stalled at his question. Her mind trekked back to the last time she saw her mother. How pathetic she was, all because of the man sitting there with the nerve to call himself checking up on her.
“She’s right where you left her. Wallowing in her self-pity with her favorite bottle of gin. Judging by the bag full of empty bottles I collected last time I was there, I’d say she’s guzzling close to two bottles a day. But I guess that’s what it takes to numb the pain caused by the only man you ever loved just up and leaving you.”
“Come on now, Jaiyanna. I thought we were past this?”
“Clearly she’s not past it, so I guess that means I’m not either.” She shot as she scooted her chair from the chair and stood.
“Wait a minute now, don’t go. At least sit back down and finish your drink.”
Yanna picked up her glass and gulped the remainder of her drink. “Now I’m finished. See you next month.” And with that, she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving her father at the table alone.
“What’s wrong with TT baby?” Yanna asked as she entered Troi and Onyx’s living room. They were seated on the couch while Troi held a crying Kian.
“He’s hungry, but he doesn’t want regular food, he wants breast milk. We keep trying to tell him he’s too old for that now.”
“Girl, whip them double d’s out and let him have some titty milk… do y’all have wine?”
“You drove all the way down here to leech?” Onyx asked.
“I came to see my baby,” Yanna replied, flashing Onyx her middle finger as she took off for the kitchen. She found a bottle of red wine, opened it, and poured herself a glass before returning to the living room.
“Where you coming from?”
“Dinner date with Jaivion.” Yanna scoffed.
“Oh, I’m guessing it didn’t go well.”
“It went the way it usually does. Him forcing conversation like we have anything to talk about. But he said to tell you that he asked about you.”
“You okay?” Troi asked, knowing how being around her dad affected Yanna.
“I will be as soon as I drink all of your wine.”
They heard the keypad on the front door beeping, and since Onyx wasn’t speaking to Layla, Yanna knew it was Kas.
Seconds later, he strolled into the living room with no shirt, joggers, socks and slides on. His eyes landed on Yanna, and he frowned.
“I was about to ask why my nephew was fussing, but now I see why. All this negative energy in here.”
“As if you didn’t bring your funny looking ass over here because you saw my car sitting outside.”
“I’m funny looking, Yanna?”
“As fuck,” she replied, feeding into the natural joking banter between them.
“Must be why you always letting me beat them walls down, huh?”
“I could really squish that little ego of yours, but I’m not even in the mood.”
“Can y’all take that bickering somewhere else?” Onyx interjected.
“We just playing,” both Yanna and Kas retorted simultaneously.
“That’s sickening.” Troi laughed. Their theory that Kas and Yanna were the same person was becoming stronger by the day.
“Baby, you might need to go ahead and let him have some titty milk,” Onyx suggested, over Kian’s crying. “He just like his daddy, can’t get enough of you.”
“Gross.” Kas scoffed as Onyx and Troi engaged in a kiss. Expecting Yanna to join in on the teasing like they usually did, Kas looked over at her but noticed the distant look on her face. Seeing that something was wrong, he tapped her on her leg. “Where you just coming from?”
