Page 28 of Ghetto Heartstrings
Brook’Lynn ignored her and did her last-minute packing; she didn’t feel the need to have to tell Bugg none of her muthafuckin’ business anyway. They did business together, but she didn’t have to tell her a fucking thing if she didn’t want to.
“He sho’ll is,” Kema agreed. “But listen, the other nigga you gave us, you want us to wait until you get back or go for it? Maybe since you’re pregnant, you shouldn’t be fucking around like that, and why didn’t you tell us about the baby?”
“Fuck that, I’m still small right now. I’m not handicap… I’m still gonna get this money and do what I said I was gonna do, and I didn’t tell ya’ll because I wanted to go to the doctor and make sure I was straight… I’m pushing three months now; I can’t even believe it. I really am going to need you and Yaya,” she told them.
“Girl, you already know we got you, no matter what, pretty gang up in this bitch until the end. We about to start spoiling this baby with all kind of shit, enough for yours and mine cause I’m not having no kids. My life is way too crazy for that,” Yaya said, twirling her keys with the‘I’m dead ass serious’look on her face.
Kema then high-fived her. “Girl, I feel you cause I’m not fucking up my body. No ma’am, that’s my money-maker, honey.”
“Make that money girl,” Yaya chuckled.
“Don’t let it make you,” Bugg mumbled in a sour ass mood, finding out that Brook’Lynn was pregnant. She enjoyed her time with the guys when she was there, and although Perfect never crossed any lines, she still felt that she could break his ass down soon enough.
Yaya and Kema both went from being hardcore one minute to crying the next. “Aww damn,” Kema said while fanning her eyes, trying to keep from crying. “I can’t believe you’re really having a baby.”
“Me either,” Yaya agreed, showing a softer side. “I really can’t believe we’re about to have a little person to take care of… I really am happy.”
Brook’Lynn now had tears in her own eyes. She knew her friends weren’t perfect, but she knew they meant well and had a good heart. “Aww ya’ll… come here, group hug.” She walked to her girls as the three of them hugged, while Bugg sat off to the side.
Wise bust the door open with a rushed look on his face. “I hate to break up this little Taz Angels shit ya’ll got going on in here but Brook… we gotta bounce like now. The car outside waiting.”
She apologetically looked at the girls, while Wise grabbed her bags. “I gotta go ya’ll and about that other shit… just wait until I get back. It’s only a weekend, so ya’ll please stay out of trouble while I’m gone.” She begged with her eyes.
They walked out laughing and talking amongst each other, but agreed to just chill out in the meantime, as they hugged again and went their separate ways.
Houston was hot as hell. Brook’Lynn honestly didn’t think it could get any hotter than Miami, but she quickly realized that she was wrong… and dead ass wrong. The way the sun was baking her skin, she didn’t think she’d make it for the weekend. Wise picked up a rental when they left the airport, so they could go directly to his mama’s house without any other distractions.
She lived in a suburb surrounded by a lot of big ass houses, and from the looks of it, she was living nice as hell. Wise turned the car off and looked toward Brook’Lynn. “Look, my mom’s ain’t no Michelle Obama or nothing like that, so don’t get offended if she say some crazy shit.”
Brook’Lynn frowned. “I’ll say some crazy shit right the fuck back Wise. Your old bird or not… I don’t play the disrespect,” she said while taking a napkin, dabbing her nose. “But if you think that it’s gonna be a problem, maybe I can just get a room or something. I don’t have to stay here.”
Wise laughed. “Calm yo ass down before you upset the baby… I ain’t mean it like that. I’m just saying don’t let this neighborhood fool you. You can take a nigga out the ghetto, but that don’t mean you can take the ghetto outta them. She’s actually real nice.”
“Okay, let’s go then.” She opened the door and pulled out her compact mirror to check her appearance one more time.
Wise grabbed their bags and made their way to the front door, but before they could knock, the huge double doors swung open and there stood a beautiful stallion. The woman standing in front of them looked nothing like she could be Wise’s motheror anybody else’s mother, for that matter. She wasn’t dark like them… her skin was caramel brown, and her round eyes, button nose, and full lips stood out. The long, curly, human-hair laced wig she wore was so perfect that it could’ve passed for her own, the way the tresses of baby hair laid perfectly on her forehead. The sundress she wore couldn’t hide her wide hips and plump ass… this woman looked like she could’ve been a model.
“Ya’ll gonna stand there and stare or come in here and show me some love?” she asked with a smile.
Wise wasn’t expecting her to be so cheery. He told her that he was coming, but he never mentioned Brook’Lynn. He gave his mama a hug and then introduced Brook’Lynn. “Ma… this is-”
Before he could get it out, she cut him completely off. “I know who she is… ya’ll get on in here.”
Brook’Lynn wanted to ask how she knew who she was, but she smiled and walked inside instead. Turns out, Ms. Fiona was cool as hell; she wasn’t stuck up how Brook’Lynn imagined she would be. After she cooked them a big soul food dinner of steaks, mac and cheese, cabbage, and yellow rice… they were all stuffed. Brook’Lynn couldn’t even focus; the only thing she wanted to do was sleep after that.
As if Ms. Fiona was reading her mind, she suggested that her and Wise both go shower and take a quick nap. “Go ahead and get ya’ll some sleep,” she said with a glass of Hennessy in her hand. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Brook’Lynn had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, as Ms. Fiona stared at her.
“Ma dukes,” Wise said, stretching his arms above his head. “Dinner was good as hell.”
“Boy, what I tell you about calling me that?” she chuckled and took a swig from her glass, walking away from them both.
Brook’Lynn whispered in his ear, “Come with me; don’t you leave me alone in this house.”
“She ain’t gon’ bite you, Brook.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I’m starting to feel sick anyway… just stay with me.”
