Queen Bee

November 2003 (1)

"Mama?" I heard Des' little high-pitched whisper as he creaked open mine and Angel's bedroom door. 

"Mm?" Angel groaned, clearly barely conscious. Probably due to the fact that it was only 7am.

"Mama! It's my birthday!" He squealed, running into the room as fast as he could. 

Angel gasped, immediately popping up from her sleeping position. "Is it?!" She squaked, matching his excitement. 

Des giggled. "Yes!" Swiftly picking him up off the floor, she quickly laid back down with him so he was right in between the both of us as her fingers began a viscous attack on his sides, earning extremely loud laughter to come from him for a moment or two. 

After they both simmered down, Angel smiled and kissed his head. "Happy birthday, baby." 

"Tanks, mommy." He smiled his wide, Angel-like smile back at her.

"Aight, go get ya sisters. I'll be down in a sec." 

"Otay!" Quickly hopping off the bed, Des went running back out towards the hallway, I can only assume towards Hai and Lainey's rooms. 

"And ask Lainey to get Stevie, please!" Angel yelled. 

"Got it, mommy!" Des yelled back. 

As I felt Angel start to slowly get up, I turned from my stomach towards my back. "Why's he talk as if I ain't even here?" I rasped, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. 

"Uhm, probably 'cause it's his birthday and you ain't even acknowledge it." She stated, throwing on her mindlessly scattered sweats over her underwear. 

"I was sleepin'!" I defended. 

"Yeah, so was I. But it doesn't matter. It's his birthday. When he comes in excited 'bout it, you wake the fuck up, ya don't just lay there like a hungover sack of shit."

"Ya wanna do this right now?! On Des' birthday?! 'Cause we can fuckin' get into it, Angel!" I yelled.

"Nope." Popping the 'p', she headed towards the door, swinging it open and marching directly out of the room and down the stairs. God, what a fuckin' psycho bitch?! I've been feelin' insecure as fuck lately about the kids, especially Des, and that's how she fuckin' responds?! Does she even give a shit about me or my feelings at all?! I swear to god, she's the most unappreciative, high horse ridin' ass bitch I've ever met. Thats really where our problems lie. It ain't got nothin fuckin' to do with me at all! Its her! It's always just her bitchin'! There's never any thank you for all the shit I do for her or our family, it's just her finding flaws in fucking everything! Did I get fucked up last night? Yeah. But did I also just spend hours working on the D12 album yesterday? Yeah! But nope. It ain't good enough. Nothin's ever good enough for her, and thats our real  problem. She's the problem. It ain't me. 

Moving the blankets off me, I kicked my feet to the edge of the bed, planting them down firmly onto the floor. As I made my way into the closet looking for a t-shirt to throw on, I could hear the happy and infectious laughter of Angel and all the kids downstairs together. Why the fuck aren't they like that with me anymore? What the hell has Angel told them that makes them like her more than me? Those kids are mine! They should wanna be hanging out with me, not her! Especially Des, I mean we're both boys! He should wanna be with daddy a lot more, but nope. Angel's sunk her claws into him and you know what? If I ain't careful, he's gonna grow up to be a giant fuckin' pussy bein' 'round only Angel his entire life. 

As I popped on the shirt, I quickly made my way downstairs where the laughter became louder and louder with each step I took. Turning into the kitchen, I was immediately met with four smiling faces all running around together, and Angel cooking breakfast. Laying eyes on Des, I quickly ran over to him, scooping him up with one swift motion as he erupted with squeal like giggles. "Happy birthday, lil' man!" I exclaimed, throwing him up in the air a few times as his giggles turned into a full blown belly laugh.