"We got you, friend. I promise, whatever you need, we will always be here. I know we won't be able to do this much because our season is about to start, but we can still come by, and you can still come to our place. That part will never change."
"I know, Mimi. I just wished the girls wouldn't get so jealous of our relationship so we could still go out without them seeing us and thinking I'm showing favoritism just because we are best friends."
"Shit, it's not our fault that we can ball better than them. Tell them bitches to get they weight up," PJ added, making Bri and I laugh.
"We will see how things go. If they're cool, then we will go back to doing us, but if they start bitching then we can just chill at home. My only focus is coming out and doing what I know how to do. I'm nervous as hell, but I know I got this."
"Hell yeah, Bri. We got this." Giving her another hug, I moved back to the other side of the table while PJ stayed beside Bri.
"Oooh, I almost forgot, Bri. Did Mimi tell you about her boo she met?"
My brows immediately crashed together in shock that she was even bringing Sin up right now.
"New booooo?" Bri dragged.
"No boo at all. We aren't anything,youof all people would know," I let Bri know. Since we'd been friends, whichever one Isaw first got the tea first, but regardless, they would both know if it was really something to tell.
"Sis, seriously, you should open up more to dating. I'm not saying go out with the first guy that asks you out but if he has potential, then give him a try. Everything about Sin turned you on when you first laid eyes on him."
"With a name like Sin, I can imagine the sinful things he's going to do to that lil' booty."
"Bri, don't say that. You already know I haven't really tried or wanted to give someone the time since everything happened with Vick. Then, who wants to be with a woman that has trouble conceiving?" The table fell quiet when those words left my lips. Shit, even my heart got heavy after thinking about the countless times I'd miscarried.
"Maybe God just thought it wasn't with the right man."
"But PJ, why allow me to get pregnant at all if that's what it is? I would rather not get pregnant and keep trying than to keep getting pregnant and lose every baby. That type of damage fucks with your mental far more than trying, and it's just not happening right then. Either way, I would rather deal with that on my own than bring someone else into my life, and he wants kids that I can't give him. Now my goofy ass gotta make him fall in love with me so he can be ok when I say ‘Hey, I love you, and you love me, but this may be a deal breaker because my uterus is all fucked up. You'll never have a little mini-me or you running around this muthafucka.’"
"Don't say that, Mimi. You never know." Bri tried to reason with me as well, but nothing they said changed what I knew.
They'd never have a clue as to what the heartbreak I had to endure each time felt like for me. It's easy to say ‘I'm sorry, and maybe things will happen just at God's timing’ when you haven't been through it.
"I'm sorry, y'all. This is always a sore subject for me. Please order me some shots to clear my head," I apologized.
"Bitch just say you are ready to drink, don't act like the shots gone help you."
PJ was right. I was just ready to get some liquor in my system because after today, I wouldn't have anything else to drink for the rest of the season. A good drink was all I needed to take a good-ass nap when I got home.
SIN
Leaving for the day, I locked up my office and headed out the door. Usually, Saturdays were for me to chill and not think about work or family. My mama had other plans, though, so taking my mind off the events of the week wasn't going to happen right now. For some reason, thinking about Naomi had been a fucking event all within itself. I ain't ever been so intrigued by someone that talked mo' shit than a person that was foe' eleven. It'd been two weeks since I met her, or whatever you want to call it, and she still had my mind twisted up. I had to find a way to get her ass by tomorrow.
Zeus and Brooklyn stepped off the second elevator at the same time as I did. They were laughing about something Brooklyn was showing him on his phone while I continued to the door.
"Sin, tell me why Auntie got us doing this Sunday dinner today?" Brooklyn asked as if his ass had some other shit to do. The nigga would’ve been in the studio all day and night if someone didn't pull his ass out of there.
"Her and Pops are going to Dubai tomorrow."
"That still doesn't explain why she texted me and said,Nephew, you better get yo’ ass out that studio to make it to Sunday dinner.Today is Saturday, though. That's what threw my ass off."
Zeus started laughing hard as hell.
"It's the same text she sent me. I said ‘Auntie, why you ain't just call it dinner? Why you still saying Sunday dinner?’"
"What she say?" I quizzed, knowing she cursed his ass out.
"She said 'cause she can't change the name of the dinner, but she can change the day she do it on. Muthafucka had me puzzled as fuck. Like the name Sunday dinner is set in stone. Nigga! Don't hit me like that no more, or Auntie gon' be missing a plate at the table for her fake-ass Sunday dinner on a Saturday."
"Don't call my mama a muthafucka," I retorted.
