That Girl: Bre

They were a couple of kids playing in the living room, and it took me a minute to locate my babies. Asia, my youngest, walked up to me first, wrapping her little arms around my left leg. She resembled me the most and was definitely spoiled by me more. I loved and treated my kids equally, but Asia might have gotten a little more attention because we bonded more. My oldest, Ariana, resembled Aniyah and acted just like her. She’s been a mama’s girl since she entered this world. I know that she loved me, but I can tell that her loyalty was more towards Aniyah. She was still my baby, though, and at four years old, she was so smart. This fall, she would be starting big girl school and leaving Asia, who was only two behind. Aniyah claimed Asia would get over it, and we had time to prepare them, but they were close, and it was going to hurt both girls. Ariana loved being a big sister, and knowing her little sister was close. That’s one of the reasons why I wanted to get my shit together, so we all live together and be a real family. To Aniyah, she thought I wasn’t serious about marriage, but I was, just on my time.

“Ariana, your daddy is here,” Ms.Brenda called out. Ariana actually surprised me and came running to me as if she hasn’t seen me in forever.

“You missed daddy, huh?” I said, scooping her in my arms while Asia still held on. I loved my kids.

“Alright, Ms.Brenda, see you in the morning,” I said while grabbing the girls’ bookbag and making sure their coats were on.

“Okay, baby. Hurry up and get these babies inside. Thank God, you have a car now.” She said while walking us to the door.

“Wrong parent, Ms.Brenda. I’m still carless.” I said.

“Well, what happened? Aniyah came to get the kids a few days ago, and I saw her hop in a black Charger with the kids. I asked her about it the next morning when she dropped the kids off in the same car. She said, you finally got a car.”

“And she said I finally got a car?”

“Not necessarily. I just assumed it was you because it was definitely a guy driving. And who else would come with her to pick up y’all kids?” She said, itching to find some gossip to share with whoever or even my mama.

“That's probably her cousin. See you tomorrow, Ms.Brenda. Say bye, girls.” I said and quickly grabbed the girls’ hands.

“Bye, Ms.Brenda,” Ariana said.

“Byeeeeee,” Asia said.

Aniyah had me all the way fucked up now, and that shit she was saying was starting to make sense. The only thing was, I didn’t have actual proof. There have been plenty of times when her gay cousin took her to pick the kids up, but usually, she would say something. After all these years, I would have never thought she would be trying to play me. Hell, most of the time, she was clocking my ass about shit, but now I feel like it was a front because she was really out here doing dirt, and she had my kids around him. Nah, I’m not going for that, I’ve calmed down a lot since the girls, but she was about to awake the beast. Hopefully, there is a misunderstanding about everything.

3. Chianne

“Why you banging on the door like you, the damn police?” Eric said as he opened the door.

“I was standing outside for like ten minutes. I know you heard me knocking the first three times. I heard your loud ass tv and knew that damn game had your attention.” I rolled my eyes but had a slight smile on my face because I was happy that he was the one to open the door. I took in his light caramel complexion, hazel/green eyes, athletic physique, and tallness. He was my type, and if he wasn’t Bre’s brother, I definitely would’ve been made a move. I wasn’t afraid to go after what I wanted or make the first move. I took another look at him; his skin was blemish-free, had a little mustache and chin hair, and had his full pink lips that looked so soft and perfect for riding. Eric was a pretty boy and knew it; he was definitely the definition of a light skin nigga. And that small nose piercing only made him more irresistible.

“Take a picture; it lasts longer.” He said, taking me out of my trance. I just smiled, brushed past him, and made my way upstairs.

“Rude!” He shouted after I ran up the stairs. I just laughed to myself. If only he knew. I thought to myself.

“Hey, bestie. How are you feeling?” I asked as I walked into Bre’s room and closed the door behind me. She called me earlier and said she wasn’t feeling good and couldn’t contact Jemar. I honestly wanted to express my opinions about Jemar, punk-ass, but Bre needed me, and my rant could wait. I could already see where this was headed, and I wanted Bre to prepare for the day that this fool decides to dip out. He wasn’t father material nor boyfriend material either. I knew since the day Bre introduced him to me, I could smell the Fuck Boy scent on him. However, he was Bre’s first boyfriend, and I knew what that meant to her, so I kept my comments to myself. And now that she’s pregnant by his ass, she will always be connected to him even when he leaves. I just hope that her heart won’t be too damaged because I know the guy that’s genuinely for her will come right after she dumps Jemar ass. Hopefully, sooner than later.

“My stomach has calmed down a little.” She said as she slowly sat up from the bed. Her complexion looked pale, and her hair was all over her head. I was not used to seeing Bre look like this. She was