“PJ,” I called out as soon as I locked the door behind the chef and his crew.
“Ah hell!” Bri let out a fake yawn. “I think I should go. I'm getting so tired.”
“Nope, sit.” I pointed to the chair.
“Damn, what’s problem?” PJ questioned as she came around the corner with her purse, thinking she was about to leave.
“You are! Of all people, my sister is the problem.”
PJ glanced off towards Bri for answers.
“What did I do?”
“Don’t put that bad juju on me, she’s the one puttin’ her life on hold for a hollin’ baby,”Mocking her had me even more upset at her words. “Is that how you really feel, like I'm throwing my life away?” I was on the brink of tears. “If no one else was supposed to be supportive and happy for me, I figured my sister would be the first and only one to do so.”
“I don’t think that, and I didn’t mean to say it in that type of way.”
“That’s how I heard it, too, which is why I walked off. It sounded real fucked-up to say, considering what all she has gone through before. This baby, whether it was planned or not, is a blessing to be growing inside of her. Mimi is already stressed out and worried about every little thing, and I could see how that statement you made rubbed her the wrong way.”
“But Bri, you know me better than that just like my sister does. She knows I’m always going to be supportive and have her back through whatever.”
“That really hurt me. Yes, this pregnancy just popped up, but I’ll never look at it as me ruining what I have going on. Everything happens for a reason and this just may be something that brings out the better part of my reason. When Vick and I were together, his mom was the main one praying on our downfall.
I was never enough for her baby boy and even got blamed for losing our child as if I were doing it on purpose. That lady hated everything about but the last time I miscarried, that was the last straw for me. Hearing how she disrespected me, and he didn’t speak up, hurt me just as bad as hearing you say I'm throwing my life away.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“But that’s what I heard. Right now, I need love, support, attention, and a damn pickle. Not backhanded-ass comments.”
“I’m so soo sorry.” PJ walked over to me and threw her arms around me. “I promise to be here for you every step of the way and if you give me Vick’s mama’s address, I can beat her ass, every step of the opposite way.”
Laughing, I finally wrapped my arms back around her. It wasn’t long before a third set of arms were halfway wrapped around both of us. Bri, wasn’t missing a hug if she had anything to do with it.
“I love y’all.”
“We love you back,” PJ and I said in unison.
“Now... who’s going to get me a big jar of pickles?”
Bri let out a fake yawn again, and PJ followed.
“See, that’s why I got this bell because Sin would neva. Get y’all asses on.”
Pushing them out the door, I straightened up some before headed back up the stairs. Once I settled back across the bed, I sent Sin a text letting him know to stop by the store to get me some pickles.
It’s Just My Baby Daddy:I got you, Daby. Did you enjoy yourself?
Me:I did, thank you for that.
It’s Just My Baby Daddy:What about that other thing you were upset about, you good now?
Me:Handled that, too. Now hurry up because we miss you.
It’s Just My Baby Daddy:Yo’ ass just want me to hurry up with them pickles. You ain’t fooling me.
Me:LMAO, JUST GET HERE AND FAST.
SIN
