Page 52 of Tyriq & Teaira
“It’s straight.”
“Good.”
“We’ll be ready for service as scheduled at one.”
When she walks off, Teaira steps into the living room looking sexy as hell in all red. She has her hair pulled up and her beautiful face is glowing.
“Damn, baby. You look real pretty. I like red on you,” I admit and she smiles.
“My mom had you pick this?” she asks and I nod.
“I figured. I’m pretty sure she’s going to have on red too. This is her favorite color. She just called. She’s at the security gate, early of course. Have your mom and sister left yet?” she asks.
“They better have. I’ll see though,” I say, then stand. “You sit. Let me get your vitamins and something to drink. I’ll let your mom in too.”
“Damn,” she sighs. “I left her present but she’ll be fine because of all of this.”
“My bad, baby. You didn’t leave it. It was that red bag in the living room, right? I forgot. I grabbed it. It’s in my ride with my gift for my mom. I’ll get them right now,” I tell her and she beams.
“Oh my God! Thank you.”
She kisses me before sitting down and I rush out of the cabin to grab the bags before her moms pulls up. Since my mom is starting college this summer, I got her a MacBook. Both gift bags are in my trunk. I bring them inside and see Teaira’s got her vitamins and a glass of orange juice.
When I walk back to the door, Miss Diane is pulling into the driveway. I head out and meet her at her ride to open the door. Teaira definitely knows her mom because Miss Diane not only steps out in red but she’s wearing the same shit as her daughter.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Miss Diane. You look pretty today,” I tell her as we hug.
“Thank you but how many times do I have to tell you to just call me Diane?”
“My bad. I’ll try to remember that.”
“This is beautiful,” she gushes as we head toward the house. “Is your mother here already?” she asks as she looks at the two other vehicles parked in the driveway.
“No ma’am. That’s the caterers but they should be on the way. My sister is coming too.”
“Perfect. I can’t wait to meet them.” We step up to the front door. I left it open so she walks in. “Oh honey, this is really beautiful.”
At the sound of her mom’s voice, Teaira looks back then stands, playfully shaking her head. They walk toward each otherand hug as soon as they meet. “Happy Mother’s Day, Momma,” she says.
“Same to you, sweetie. No! Happy first Mother’s Day to you.”
“Thank you.” They hug again. “But twins?”
“Absolutely. We look cute.” Miss Diane looks back at me. “I left my bag in the trunk. Can you get it for me?”
“Yes, ma’am. I got you.”
“Take me on a tour of this,” she tells Teaira as I walk out the door.
Miss Diane is early but it’s almost one so I call Quay to see where they are. It rings a few times then goes to voicemail. I start to call her back but my phone rings; it’s my mom.
“Hey, Ma. I called Quay. Where are y’all?”
“Quay’s driving so she cannot talk on the phone but it says we’ll be there in eight minutes. So we should see you soon. Is her mother there already?”
“Yeah. She just got here.”
“Oh,” she sighs.
