Page 46 of Keeping Busy
“Yeah, were you doing splits on that dick?” Joya joked.
I couldn’t help laughing. “Oh, the visual, Joya. Nah, I wasn’t doing splits on that dick.” I’m a professional. I pretended to grumble, but in the back of my mind I was already thinking about how to incorporate some splits into the mix the next time Busy and I got down. “Let’s just say that Busy is a skilled athlete, and he’s very attentive to detail.”
“Basically, you’re turned out.” Kyndall concluded.
“How did you manage to leave him in Kentucky? How are you not putting your condo on the market and relocating? I’m saying, even in the pictures, the chemistry is hella thick between you two.”
My eyes widened. “We are not on that.” I told Joy, shocked that she would even take it there. “I mean, we spent one weekend together. I don’t care how crazy the chemistry is, I’m not about to fall into him like that.”
“Famous last words.” Kyndall said dryly.
“Whatever, Kyndall.” I said dismissively.
Of all of my cousins, Kyndall and I were the most oil and water pairing. We didn’t seem to mix. I could and tried to get along with everyone, particularly my cousins, because we’d been raised to believe that family was your foundation. The Watsons believed that you learned social skills, conflict resolution, citizenship, good sportsmanship, fairplay, loyalty, honesty, integrity, respect, tolerance and acceptance from family. We didn’t bicker amongst each other, hate on each other, plot against each other, hold grudges against each other, and we definitely didn’t fight each other. Still, Kyndall didn’t really like me.
I’d tried for years to win her over. Once I accepted that she just wasn’t going, I decided that I wasn’t beat to kiss up to her, so I gave her back the same energy she gave me. If she came at me positively, she received positivity in return. When she showed her ass, she got my ass to kiss in return.
Joya knew what time it was with Kyndall and me. She’d tried to mediate enough “let’s get to the bottom of this” bitch sessions between the two of us, that went nowhere because Kyndall was never able to or willing to voice her actual problem with me, or admit that she even had a problem with me. She changed the subject. “How was practice today?”
“It was cool. They learned both routines today. We’ll drill them tomorrow, run them on Thursday then I’ll be outta here.”
“You headed home after that?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Dallas.”
“When are you supposed to see Busy?” Joya asked, like she was concerned that I was neglecting him or something.
“When I leave Dallas. I’ll probably fly into Kentucky and spend a few days with him before he has to head to training camp.”
“You kinda have to, Little cous. I mean, you can’t send that man off to training camp without tightening him up.” She schooled.
“Isn’t there a rumor amongst the cousins that you’re sexually repressed? I don’t understand where the hell it came from, because everytime I talk to you the conversation is dick this, sex that, throw that ass in a circle.” I joked.
“I think Joya started that rumor herself.” Kyndall chimed. “I mean, how the hell are you sexually repressed with four kids in five years and another one on the way?”
My jaw hit the floor. “Oh my word, heifer!!!! Are you pregnant, Joy??!!”
Her back was to the camera as she swatted at Kyndall. “That wasn’t your secret to tell, Kyndall.” She huffed. “And you accuse Mecca of having a big mouth.”
My jaw hit the floor again. I had no idea that Kyndall was saying I had a big mouth behind my back.
Kyndall’s face appeared in the camera. “That’s inaccurate, Mecca. I do not say you have a big mouth. I say that you tell Auntie Bo all of our business. There is a difference.” She clarified. “Besides, I’ve said that to your face plenty of times.”
“Whatever, Yamp.” Joya told her. “All I know is that you're the one who spilled the beans, not Mecca.”
Both Kyndall and I howled with laughter at Joya calling her a “yamp.”
“How pregnant are you, Joy?” I asked, once I regained my composure.
“About ten weeks.” She admitted.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” My feelings were hurt, because Joya truly was my closest cousin. I told her everything. If Kyndall hadn’t been on FaceTime with us, I would’ve gone into explicit detail about my time spent in Kentucky.
“MeMe, you know I would’ve told you first. Nasir and I were keeping it to ourselves until I made it out of the first trimester. Kyndall was being nosy, and spotted the pregnancy app on my phone.”
“You say nosy, I say inquisitive.” Kyndall told her.
I chuckled at that. “It’s late there, ladies. I won’t hold you guys any longer. I’ll talk to you when I get back in town. Congratulations, Joy. I can’t wait to get home and rub on your belly.”
