Page 7 of Tyriq & Teaira
We are super close. Not only is she my mother but she’s also my friend. For the first four years of my life, it was just us. I don’t know anything about my biological father except he wasn’t ready for kids. Troy is the only father I’ve known and love. From the moment he started dating my mom, he accepted me as his own.
“Girl, just bring that butter!”
“I have four jars for you. My order just came two days ago and I was going to surprise you on Mother’s Day.”
“Mother’s Day. I’m not waiting a month. Hell, I might need more by then. I don’t know what’s in that stuff but your dad loves it.”
Tyriq does too,I think, then smile. He’s always complementing the softness of my skin and my peach scent. Peach and satsuma are my two signature butters.
“Let me go. I need to steam these lobsters. Text me when you’re leaving,” she says before ending the call.
Since I’ve missed the first few minutes of the episode, I restart it then grab my cup. As Olivia and her team deal with Quinn’s case after we finally know who the hell she is, I enjoy my coffee and start a pick-up order for The Marketplace. Since I’m going to Crescent Falls, I might as well. The store here in Diamond isn’t nearly as big. Besides, I really like the ready meals in the deli. They make for quick meals after a long shift. Besides, knowing my mom, her groceries for me will primarily be toiletries, soap, detergent, and drinks. I still need my staples and more caramel syrup. My current bottle is running low.
By two, I’m dressed in a cute, fitted camo dress that stops mid-thigh with spaghetti straps and in my Jeep. My pair of light jade Tory Burch slides and my mom’s bag are in the back seat. In the bag is a similar camo dress but with sleeves and in a size fourteen along with her four jars of hot chocolate body butter. My mom is forty-nine going on thirty-five in her mind and she lowkey loves to dress like me. She’s only one size smaller, so when I saw this dress I knew I had to get her one too.
Since I forgot to text my mom before I left, I use speech to text and send her one before calling Rebel. Rebel doesn’t answer, but about two minutes later, she calls me back.
“Sorry,” she says when I answer. “I was in the shower. What’s up? You in your ride?”
“Yes. Going to my parents. What you about to get into?”
“Actually, I’m ’bout to head over to Crescent Falls too with Ma. With all the store stuff finally out of the living room, she wants to redecorate it. We checked the furniture at the Plaza but she didn’t find anything. We’re going to Goode Furniture to look.”
“She’ll definitely find something there. I got my bedroom set from them and they deliver here for an extra fee. It wasn’t bad either.”
“I love your bedroom. I didn’t know it came from there. Your mirror too?” she asks.
Rebel is obsessed with my mirror. My bedroom is lavender and white with silver and diamond accents. The mirror is my favorite accent. It’s huge, three feet wide and six feet high, with a crushed diamond frame and beveled glass. With my five-foot-six-inch frame, I can see my entire body with no problem. Whenever Rebel is over, she’s in front of my damn mirror.
“Yeah, it came from there. They had to order it though.”
“Then I might be coming home with something for me too. How long you going to be at your moms?”
“A few hours. At least till my dad gets off. I need to see him too.”
“Is she cooking?”
“You know she is.”
“Text me once you get there. I might want a plate.”
“I’m not bringing you no food,” I scoff playfully.
“I’ll just call Miss Diane myself. Your momma loves me; she’ll send me a plate,” she says and she’s absolutely right.My momma and dad love Rebel. We’ve been besties for almost fourteen years; they’re stuck with her ass just like me.
“She’s making her Italian lobster salad.”
“Oh my God. My mouth just watered. Please bring me a small bowl.”
“Bitch, I’ll bring you a damn bowl.”
“Thank you,” she says, then I hear what sounds like a door closing.
“You leaving now?”
“Yeah. Bout to get on this elevator. Where’s Tyriq?” she asks.
“How should I know?”
