Page 31 of When Love Becomes A Need
“Ahmad is just as messed up as I am.”
“Ahmad,huh? I like that.”
Shit.
I had walked right into that.
Bashfully, I smiled. “It’s nothing, mom. We’ve had a few conversations. He gave me the idea to branch out and try to do my own thing, but he’s just as messed up as I am regarding relationships.”
I thought about how he reacted when Autumn mentioned the thought of us being together. His body grew stiff and a look of disdain appeared on his face. His tone was low and stern when he spoke like he wasn’t trying to budge on it either.
“Maybe you two building something will be good for both of you. Bring him by.”
“Mom! We’re not even together or anything close to it!”
“So what? Is he a friend? Bring him over as a friend. The way you’re looking shows he may be the one to break down that wall you have up.” Dropping my head, I released a deep breath. Once Katherine made her mind up, there was no changing it.
“I’ll try, mom.” She smiled widely.
“Good, now what else is going on? Do you need money or anything?”
I shook my head. “No, mom, I’m good.”
Even as an adult, my mom was always looking out for me.
There was a knock on the front door, capturing both of our attention.
“Who is that?”
My mom shrugged. “Katherine, where are you?” Cheyenne, Isabella’s mom’s voice, sounded.
My mom and I got up from the dining room table and started to the back of her house.
“There goes my baby!” Cheyenne walked up to me and pulled me into a hug.
“Hey mama Chey!” I smiled, hugging her back.
The door opened and Isabella walked in.
“Mom, you could have waited for me,” Isabella whined.
Her mom let me go. “You were carrying on a conversation and it was hot out.”
Isabella shook her head and went over to my mom to hug her. “Hey mama Kat.”
Our parents had been best friends since they were younger. Isabella’s mom was my Godmother and my mom was hers. They raised us together, making sure we grew up as close as they were.
“I was wondering if you two came together,” my mom said.
My phone vibrated in my vest pocket. I was wearing a shorts tracksuit.
“Give me a minute y’all,” I said, reading the name on the phone.
Stepping around Isabella and her mom, I stepped outside.
“Yes, Kevin?” I spoke into the phone.
“Why you sound like you don’t want to talk to me?”
