“Don’t you see him right here?” Meadow bucked her head. “Have some couth, hoe.”
“Oh, please…you don’t have none so why the hell would I? Birds of a feather flock together.”
“Tweet tweet,” they both said at the same time, cracking up again.
Meadow chewed on her lip, eager to tell Tia the good news. If Zaire wasn’t sound asleep behind her, she would damn near be jumping on the bed. “I got something to tell you…”
“You pregnant?!”
“No! Like how would I even know something like that already?” Meadow just rolled her eyes but kept going. “Anyway…my good news is…Zaire is paying for Rena to come stay at the house for a weekend so I can some see you.”
“You lying?” Tia’s eyes doubled. She was no longer worrying about those eggs. All she heard was she was that much closer to seeing her best friend sooner rather than later. “Meadow, don’t play with me right now.”
“I’m for real but you gotta be quiet or I’m hanging up on you.”
“Girl get some dick now she wanna protect that man peace,” Tia waved her off.
Meadow couldn’t help but laugh too. “For real, Tia…I’m coming to see you and love on you and pray over you…you know all the good stuff.”
Tia’s eyes swelled with tears. “Meadow, this might be the best news I got all day.”
Meadow swooned, thinking about the big dick, bigger pockets man behind her. He was truly turning into her PrinceCharming. “Same, girl…so I’m thinking I’ll come the weekend he has to go to a tournament.”
“Ummm, you don’t want to go to that?”
Meadow sighed because she did, but she didn’t want Zaire to pay Rena for more than one weekend. So this was the compromise she came up with all by herself. “There will be more tournaments, I’m sure, but you need me and I want to see how Blain has you put up.”
“Zaire is, Mr. Make it happen,” Tia cheesed.
Meadow shook her head, a goofy grin covering her face. “He’s Mr. Handle That…” her pussy thumping just thinking about how many ways Zaire ‘handles that’.
“Oh, you thinking nasty…”
Meadow didn’t deny it. “But let me go, we’re both still naked and its early as hell.”
Before Meadow could hang up, Tia yelled. “Send me a video!”
“Iswear to God, Tia…you drive like you got nine lives,” Meadow gasped, gripping the door handle so tight her knuckles whitened.
Tia glanced over with her sunglasses still on despite being in the shade of the gated entrance. “Did you die?”
“Almost, hoe!” Meadow’s chest rose and fell dramatically. “I almost met the Lord because of you.”
Tia cackled, easing her speed now that they were rolling through the wealthy Black suburb. “You’re so dramatic.”
“No,you’redramatic.”
“Girl, hush,” Tia waved her off. “You act like I didn’t get us here safely.”
Meadow sat up straight, eyes widening as she looked out the window. Each house they passed looked like it had its own zip code. Clean driveways, luxury sedans, palm trees somehow thriving in city soil and housewives walking Goldendoodles with their baby hairs slicked down like they owned stock in edge control.
“This is so nice,” Meadow breathed, “like…stupid nice.”
Tia nodded proudly. “The best part is this neighborhood is full of Black people with Black ass jobs.”
Meadow turned to her quick. “Say it again.”
“BLACK…ASS…JOBS.”
