“I’ve been keeping a secret,” Josie confessed causing me to look over at her.
“What?” Knowing her it could have been anything.
Rather than speaking, she peered at me with a coy smile for a few seconds until I scrunched my face up.
“I’m not about to play with you.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you even though you didn’t tell me you were pregnant,” she smirked making my jaw slack.
“How did you know that?”
“You’re my sister, duh. You done lost all your color looking like a vampire. And your boobs are huge my dear. Like gargantuan.”
I looked down at my breasts. “They aren’t that big. I’ve only been pregnant for two seconds. But it’s twins. I cried. I legit cried, sister.”
“Brionnnnnnn, how the hell am I supposed to babysit five kids? You doing too much.”
As annoyed as I was by the fact that I was having twins, her comment made me laugh. "How am I doing too much? My eggs are doing too much. You know my baby daddy rich though, and I got money too,” I teased. “I bet if I give you some racks you’ll keep five kids.”
“And will. The fuck.”
“Okay your turn. I don’t know how the subject got changed anyway.”
Josie inhaled deeply through her nose like she was bracing herself. “I’ve been seeing Huncho.”
“He’s a kid. He’s too young,” I mocked in a high-pitched tone. “Fronting ass,” I stated shaking my head.
“He is a kid, and he is too young. He just kind of caught me off guard, but he’s a grown man where it counts.”
“He’s grown, period. He’s just younger than you. I’m not saying he’s as mature mentally as you may like your men to be, but I think he has potential. Even if you just have fun with him and keep it cute.”
Josie bit her lip thoughtfully.
“Unless you think you can’t have fun with him without catching feelings,” I teased.
“Girl, please. If anyone caught feelings, it’s him. I mean, it’s early. Very early, but he does have potential. Leave it to me to start something with someone that could be possibly going to prison.”
“Well, I heard Hymn talking to Huncho and his lawyer on the phone, and the lawyer thinks he may be able to get twelve months with time served for the month he did in the county. So, that’s eleven months which isn’t bad for all the charges he got. The lawyer Hymn hired is good, but my boy isn’t a miracle worker. All in all, eleven months isn’t bad.”
Josie frowned. “I am so past the age of going to see my fine shit in prison.”
“And you’re for sure past the age to be calling people fine shit,” I rolled my eyes.
“Hater.”
All I could do was giggle. Life had been really good lately. I was happy. Like for real happy and the most important thing, was that my daughters were happy. They loved living in a huge house, those were their words. They adored Hymn, and they enjoyed all the fun things I could now afford to do with them. I did fun things with them before but now, the funds were limitless. Between my reality TV checks and the makeup bar, I could afford to save plenty and still splurge on myself and the girls.
The bell above the door rang and instinctively, I looked over my shoulder. Imani sauntered into the nail shop with a snide look on her face. Her nose was turned up like she was the shit but when she saw me, her face fell. I smiled at her before turning my head. Josie cut her eye at me and snickered. My glance at Imani had been quick but I saw enough to know that she’d given birth. Her braids needed to come out because the new growthwas damn near as long as my pinky. She had the tired eyes of someone caring for a newborn, and she was dressed in black leggings and an oversized black shirt.
“Wash your hands for me,” the nail tech smiled.
Anyone that knew me knew how humble I was. They also knew that I could turn heads in an outfit from Walmart if that was what I chose to wear. But on this day, I was giving WAG energy. I was dressed in a blue romper that tied around my neck and had super wide flared legs. Despite the fact that I was carrying twins, I still appeared snatched in the upper area of the romper that fit me like a glove. The pants were so long that my sandals were covered, but they were Hermes. My rock was sitting pretty on my left hand while four gold Cartier bracelets adorned the same wrist. On my right wrist was a diamond encrusted watch, and the diamond studs in my ears were nasty.
I left my yellow maxi Chanel bag sitting in the seat, but I was sure she saw it. The same chick that called me old and smiled in my face like it was funny that my man cheated on me with her. A man that had never hit me, but they got it in like Ike and Tina. Poor Imani was stuck in a toxic relationship with a deadbeat that didn’t take care of my kids and more than likely, wouldn’t take care of hers. But he was the prize that she wanted, and she got him.
I could practically feel Imani burning a hole in me, but that was fine. She could absolutely look. As long as she kept it mute and cute, she could eat her heart out actually. My wedding colors were chocolate and gold. I had gotten an overlay on my real nails, and the polish was chocolate. I had the same color on my toes. My maid of honor’s dress was gold, and the bridesmaids’ dresses were chocolate. Serenity, Sky, and Star were the flower girls, and their dresses were gold. Hymn’s tux was chocolate, and our mothers were wearing gold dresses.
“Do I look broke?” my sister asked when I whipped out my debit card to pay for both our services.
