𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔 ৎ୭

LXX

Mercedes April Harris
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
A Month Later

"Heyyy." I say as Dereyna opens the door.

"What are you doing here?" She closes the door behind me.

"Hi pooh." I hug Zamiya.

"Hi auntie Cedes." She says sweetly.

"Ford Taurus why are you here?" Dereyna asks again.

"Yo family got sum of the most ghettoest names I've ever fucking heard, stop coming for mine." I snap.

"Chevy Silverado what do you want?" She repeats.

I sigh of irritation before sitting down on her cheap ass fake leather couch as Miya heads back to her room.

"You wanna come to my wedding dinner?" I ask.

"Wedding?" Her mouth drops.

"That's what I said..." I look at her dumb.

"Are you marrying D?" She asks in shock.

"No. We already married, we ain't want a wedding tho, we just having a lil dinner too celebrate." I smile.

"Wait a dayum minute- when y'all get married?" She asks, sitting down next to me.

"A month and two weeks ago." I say.

"The hell? Y'all ain't tell me?" She frowns.

"We ain't tell nobody." I shrug.

"Wow... Congratulations, I'm actually somewhat happy fa y'all." She says with a faint smile.

"Aw, I appreciate it." I cheese.

"You actually my sister in law now I guess." She tilts her head to the side and raises her eyebrows.

"D want us to bond better and my mom want me to be nicer to you so..." I clear my throat. "you invited to the dinner."

"Aight I'a come." She nods.

"Well damn that was easy." I scratch my head.

"I've been finding less and less reasons to dislike you each day Chevrolet." She says.

"Do you still have Gonorrhea?" I ask, politely.

"Are you still an alcoholic?" She asks, kindly.

"Itchin and burnin, itchin and burnin." I mumble walking out the door.

Just as I close my car door my phone rings. I see 'Hubby 🦋' and answer.

"Where are you?" D asks.

"Leaving yo sister house." I say reluctantly.

"Come home now." He hangs up.

"What the fuck elseeee?" I sigh.

I speed towards the house. I check my phone at a red light and see a new tag on Instagram.

"Aw shit." I sigh.

Antwon posted a picture he took of us in the bathroom mirror. He strategically cropped out my lower half so you can't tell if I'm pregnant or not.

This son of a bitch, that would've been my only defense.

...

"Dequavince I swear to-" I start to say as I come through the door.

"Why the fuck do that nigga got a picture of you!?" He asks.

"Listennnnnn." I drag.

"Nah, just tell me this. Did you cheat on me?" He asks.