In which eight Wives And GirlfriendS of eastern conference NBA players open the doors to their drama filled realities. Why not step inside?
Please note that I do not know these people, and their presence in my story should not be interpreted as my e...
TW // mentions of panic attacks and death. . . . .
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8220 Narrows Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11209 • Yadira and Kyrie's house.
| Wednesday May 26th 2021 • 4:32 PM |
Yadira's Confessional: “It's game day! Usually that would be a big deal but Boston's a cakewalk. No disrespect whatsoever, but come on...” Yadira playfully rolls her eyes following with a bright smile. “So today, in an attempt to get to know the newest WAG better, I've invited Imahr and Himari over for dinner. This was the goal for the first dinner but with everyone else there that obviously couldn't happen. It's just Himari and Imahr over so this should go far much better.”
Kyrie had left for practice a few minutes prior meaning Yadira and their housekeeper nanny, Marie, were left the task of keeping Jamila and Kemari civil. Yadira made the executive decision to keep them busy painting placemats in the playroom.
With the twins engulfed in painting and Marie putting finishing touches on dinner, Yadira speed walked around the house picking toys up and resetting the table over and over. Momentarily, the doorbell rings taking all of Yadira's attention. She jogs into the foyer taking one more look at her white Paloma Wool knitted midi flower dress.
"Mila, Mari! They're here!" Yadira calls out for her daughters who take their time walking out of the playroom. Taking no more time, Yadira swings the door open with the brightest smile adorning her face. "Hi, my loves!"
The two ladies on the other side smile back, each going in for a hug with the hostess. "Babe that dress!" Himari comments twirling the slightly shorter Yadira.
Imahr stands off to the corner waiting for the two women in front of her to finish talking when two small arms suddenly wrap around her legs. Looking down she sees a much smaller version of Yadira staring back at her with big brown eyes and a small gap in her front teeth.
"Hi, I'm Jamila!" Jamila lets go of Imahr's legs extending her hand up for a handshake. She was the more confident half of the twins, using every moment to charm a new person no matter how hard she found it to pronounce her own name often skipping the J.
Imahr smiles down at Jamila, squatting down to her level, "It's nice to meet you Jamila, I'm Imahr."
"Imahr..." Jamila looks off in thought silently repeating the name until she fully pronounced it. Abruptly she runs back off to the playroom leaving Imahr in the foyer.
Behind Himari stood Kemari ever so often peeking up at the new person in her home. Kemari loved Himari, mostly because she spoiled her rotten and had a name that rhymes with hers. Upon entering the foyer she ran up to Himari and hid behind her legs from the unfamiliar face of Imahr.
