He sighed. “It aint like that. I’m just saying. Naomi be running with everything she hears. Ion even be knowing them broads half the time.”
“Let you tell it. I know that you aint gon tell the truth, but if you are fucking around, stop it. Either that, or leave that girl alone. I’m telling you. Treat how you’d want somebody to treat your daughter.”
“Alright, mama, I hear you,” he claimed. “And we’ll see you in a lil’ bit.”
“Okay,” I breathed into the phone. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” he responded, before ending the call.
Placing my phone on the countertop, I shook my head, while gazing at my reflection in the mirror. I wasjust forty years old with too many damn grandkids, and worrisome ass children. A mother’s job was never done, but I couldn’t deny that having a huge family was super rewarding, now that they were mostly adults.
My youngest, Reagan, was the last of the bunch, and pretty much did whatever she wanted. Although she was just eleven, she moved around regularly, as her older siblings were just one phone call away. She loved staying over at either Jhyrah or Jahrein Junior’s house, while the rest of the kids acted like they were seconds from moving back home.
At one point, I was suffering with the empty nest syndrome, until my kids started popping out all those damn kids. That’s when my house became a part-time damn daycare, as I always had a grandchild around. Hell, a few of my grandbabies practically lived with us, because they loved being with the best grandparents on earth. Those were their words. Not mine.
Long story short, my life was full. Jahrein was out the game, we had legitimate businesses up the ying yang, and our kids were all doing well for themselves. I couldn’t have asked for more, but damn if those muthafuckas didn’t work my nerves from time to time.
Getting myself together, I brushed out my hair, washed my face, did my skincare routine, before grabbing a fit for the day.
Keeping it cute and sassy, I chose a tennis skirt and cropped top, along with a pair of Chanel sneakers, and a Chanel mini cross-body.
Checking myself out in the mirror, I already knew that my boys would have their complaints, as they hated that I still dressed youthful and blended in with women their ages. Unfortunately, there was nothing Icould do about the fact that I’d had them when I was a baby myself, and was still very much in my prime.
As I re-entered the room, I thought about what I was doing with my day. I already knew that once my kids began showing up, then they were going to drag me down to the kitchen. Lowkey, I really didn’t mind cooking, and was just mostly talking shit, joking with my kids.
“I'll be obliged if you step outside. Because my ride is awaiting, our date and. Of steak and a night cap. We mating, awaking…”
I paused for a second, as I heard the loud music blasting from somewhere. After standing there silently, I realized that the music was coming from outside. So, curiously, I approached a window that overlooked our circular driveway.
Outside, in front of the house was a shirtless Jahrein, wiping down his drop-top old school slab with the fours aka rims poking out. The sun was shining brightly, and from where I was standing, I swear that Jahrein still looked like the seventeen-year-old boy I’d met all those years back.
Naturally athletic, his heavily tatted back was strong. His chest chiseled. With abs made of steel. Those waves in his hair were spinning and gleaming under the sun’s glare. Not giving a fuck at this point in life, he was wearing Amiri shorts, and Versace boxers like they were yard clothes. He had a bowlegged strut that was almost hypnotizing. So, watching him move about felt like an absolute privilege, as his enchantment drew me in.
“New day, new age. Every once in awhile this is how we slang our game. New day, new age. Nothin’ is too strong. New day, new age. When setting it out is allwe straight to do. New day, new age. Just me and you, just me and you…”
Animatedly, he rapped along to our song. “I hear your partners dissing. When they think I ain't listening. Them hoes just be wishing. They could be in yo position. With me in luxury. I got to be everyday…”
Laughing, I sauntered away from the window, and out of the room. Traveling through the house, I shook my head, sometimes loathing the damn eight thousand square footage space, because it took forever to reach the front entryway.
By the time I reached outside, the song had switched, and Jahrein was wiping down his rims. Quietly, I switched over to him, before posting up behind him.
“You sure are up early.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “It’s pretty out here. So, I’m bringing this outside to soak up some of this atmosphere.”
I smirked. “So, you’re outside today?”
“Nah.Weoutside today.”
I lightly tittered. “And where are we going?”
“Shit, wherever the wind blows.”
“Yeah? Well, try telling that to your kids. Three of ‘em have already called, claiming that they’re coming over.”
He shrugged. “That’s on them. They all got keys. So, they’ll be in this muthafucka kicking it, and we’ll be somewhere minding our business.”
“So, you’on wanna kick it with our babies?”
