Page 65 of Legend's Legacy
“Hello.” Mauri greeted us when she arrived at our little group. It had taken her a few minutes because she stopped to speak with a few other people before she reached us.
“Hey, Mauri,” I greeted her softly.
“Hi, Legacy. Thanks for the invite, Legend.”
“You’re welcome, girl. This is my boy, Courtland. Courtland, this is Legacy and Josi’s friend, Mauri,” Legend introduced.
Josi made a scoffing sound and blew her breath through her teeth. I pinched her, and she frowned at me.
“What’s good, ma?” Courtland asked Mauri, checking her out. I could tell that he was definitely interested in her, and she expressed the same. I knew before the day was over, they would be exchanging digits with the way they were eye-fucking each other. Obviously, my man detected the same based on his next comment.
“Yo, before y’all two get all hot and heavy, these three got some Dr. Phil shit to work out, big homie. So let these ladies do their thang, and you can chase tail later.”
“Nigga.” Courtland’s twisted lips and side-eye were dramatic.
Legend shrugged it off. “A’ight, Ace. Y’all gone somewhere and play now.”
“Nigga, what?” Josi remarked.
I mugged my baby and shook my head. “Oh, you’ve got jokes now? We’re not ya chirren, and you ain’t ma’dea.”
“Ya heard what I said. Now, if you don’t want to get a spanking later, I suggest you go somewhere. Tryna get this meat off this grill so I can feed all these folks.”
The tension immediately eased for the moment as all three of us broke out giggling at Legend’s silly self. “Boy, please,” I replied. “Ladies, let’s go sit over there by that tree and talk.”
I walked away from my man and his best friend so that I could chat with mine. I wasn’t sure how things would go down, but I prayed to the good Lord above that Josi was in a forgiving mood.
We sat down on the picnic benches that Legend and his brother, Creighton, had set up for the day. I glanced around the yard and spotted Zenobia with Legend’s sister, Tabitha. She was holding Tabitha’s ten-month-old baby, Christian.
“Look at Nobi’s ass over there getting baby fever,” Josi mumbled.
“She needs to quit that shit before she ends up pregnant. I heard it was contagious,” I stated with a snicker.
“Shit, if she needs the number to a good abortion clinic, I got one on lock.”
My head jerked sideways at Josi’s comment.
“What? I’ve had to take a friend or two to a clinic before. Just because I know who they are and where they are doesn’t mean that I use them.”
“A’ight, Josephine Michelle Braxton. Let me find out yo’ ho ass don’ fucked around and got pregnant and aborted my little niece or nephew, I’m kicking ya ass.”
She laughed. “Girl, please. You’re not even a fighter.”
“I think they would be cute with a baby. As big as his ass is, Bam loves kids, and he’s good with them.” Mauri finally chimed in.
“You’re right. He is, but I don’t think my sister is ready for kids.”
“She needs to settle that temper of hers down before having kids. She’ll be fighting all the time behind those bad asses,” Josi mumbled.
“True,” Mauri agreed.
“Hold the hell up. We’re not about to sit here like the shit that went down a little over a month ago didn’t happen. Are we going to address the elephant in the room, or what?”
Both my girls sighed simultaneously. Mauri spoke first.
“I was dead-ass wrong for getting involved in your situation like that, Josi. There is no excuse acceptable enough for what I did. I couldn’t even be mad if you put hands on me over that shit because, in the end, it created serious beef between your sister and you.”
Josi rolled her eyes, and I could tell that she was battling tears. Twisting her lips, she addressed Mauri’s apology. “Man, I wanna say fuck yo’ apology. That shit wasn’t cool, Mauri.”
