“Because Johnni, I think Mickey’s keeping secrets between her and this BK. I think it’s time we officially met this man.” That was Hollis stirring the pot.
I waved Hollis off because nothing was going on between us beyond this arrangement.
Yeah but between his kisses and touches, your pussy is blurring those lines the more y’all hang out.
“Ain’t no secrets, and ooh, I know you said a kick back at your house, but how about y’all come with us this weekend to the haunted house? This way I’m not alone with just his crew. I don’t want to be outnumbered on the first meeting.”
“Can you go to a haunted house?” Johnni asked.
“Why does everyone keep asking me that? Yes, I don’t see why not. It’s not like I’m even that pregnant. I haven’t even fully popped yet.” My hands smoothed out my sweater as I attempted to further prove my case while putting my pudge on display.
“Yeah, no. I’m pretty sure that’s not how that works, mama. I’m surprised your baby daddy didn’t shut that down considering he’s making major decisions for you,” Hollis said, still on the house hunting conversation.
“He’s the one who keeps asking me. This is new for both of us, but trust me, if he knew for sure he would’ve told his people no to the activity so I wasn’t excluded.”
My words had both Johnni and Hollis cocking their heads to the side as they stared at me, wearing grins.
“Do you like your baby daddy, Mickey? And remember, this is a safe place,” Johnni remarked in her gentle voice as she grabbed my free hand, I snatched it back as I rolled my eyes.
“No. I mean, I don’t hate him or anything. But to say I like him is a lot. I mean…we are getting to know each other, so I’m saying…ugh. Never mind. No. We’re cool though.”
“Okay, if you say so, Mickey. I just want you to be careful. Y’all out here playing a role and moving like a real couple. I worry eventually the lines will blur. I don’t want you to fall and by the end of this you’re the only one who’s erased those boundaries,” Johnni said as I nodded.
“Still get some dick though. I haven’t seen his ass to judge properly, but something tells me baby daddy got some good di?—”
I cut Hollis off even though the damage was done.
“Hollis!” Both she and Johnni looked at each other and busted out laughing while I folded my arms over my chest, glaring at them.
“No, you’re right, my bad. I shouldn’t be thinking about your baby daddy in that way. I’m only concerned about your pussy, ya know, as a good best friend should. I know your hormones are all over the place right now. When Callie was pregnant, she told me she couldn’t get enough of Derek. So I know you’re going through withdrawals. You might as well use him up while you got his ass to yourself.”
“We don’t know him, Hollis. Don’t tell her to risk it for sex,” Johnni said, snapping at her.
“Duh, obviously get tested and use protection. We can’t have him dropping his seeds on my baby head. Plus he might fuck around and put another one inside you while he dicking you down,” Hollis added, as if she had just solved the hardest puzzle. This time the technicians couldn’t hold their laughter in and neither could I.
“I swear your ass is a damn mess. You and I both know that’s not how that works. But no sex. I’m with Johnni kinda. I promise it’s not that type of arrangement with BK and me. We haven’t even kissed. I limited him to my cheek and forehead and only during a scene.”
“Gotdamn, you run a strict ass program. Not even a kiss? That poor man’s balls are going to shrivel up and fall off within the timeframe of fucking around with you. You gotta at least spit on it and jack it or something,” Hollis said.
“Hollis, please! BK will be fine. He knows what he signed up for.” I pleaded for her to stop. The whole shop was in shambles. Well, everyone but Johnni, which had me laughing even harder.
She let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Party pooper.”
“Are y’all coming with me to this haunted house or what?” I asked, getting us back on track with the conversation.
“Baby, once baby daddy finds out you can’t go, you won’t be there anyway.”
“Ooh, back to the kickback, come over to the house. Quincey can light the pit and we can do a faux bonfire in the backyard with apple cider and everything. And yes, Mickey, by everything I’m talking about food, mama. Just tell me what you think you want.”
Just as she said that, my phone vibrated in my lap. I reached down to see a message from Burkeley had come through. I had changed his name in my phone to Plant Daddy. He wasn’t going to be the only one in our relationship with a cute and personalized nickname.
Y’all relationship, Mickey?
Plant Daddy: Mama dropped off our food. She thought you would be here but I told her you were doing a girls’ day.
Me: I still can’t believe she included me in the meal prep. Please tell her I said thank you.
Plant Daddy: I’ll pass the message. Speaking of food, did you feed you and Peanut?
