The Perplexed Procurer

7

Toni Giselle Knoks

Minnie grabbed the last ingredients for tonight's dinner, Sweetness had took my symptoms, eating like a mad woman, picking up a little weight along with me. But, I didn't mind, it kept me warmer at night. Deciding on lasagna, Sweetness's favorite, I told her to go get whatever meat choices and vegetable choices she wished to have in her meal. Once Minnie placed the tomatoes in the plastic bag down in the basket, I attempted to head towards the registers but a pretty dark skinned woman stopped me.

Her lips were radiant, deep blood red and plump with enough ethnicities. She was slim in the waist with a booty that sat out further than her breasts did. She was an eye catcher, but I was trying to get home before my ankles began to hurt.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't see you there, and who are these beautiful girls?" She spoke fast, bending down to speak to Minnie who had wrapped herself around my body. A tell-tell sign of her being uncomfortably social.

Sweetness rounded the corner with shades covering her face, though we were on the secluded side of the city that most millionaires lived in, she was a high profile figure. Usually, I would shop with my girls or by my lonely, but as I get closer to popping, all activities I used to enjoy by myself were now family activities. Sweetness refused to let me do anything by myself. She placed chicken, ground beef, spinach, mushrooms, and something else I couldn't quite see in the basket, not acknowledging the woman who was lent down talking to Minnie.

"Minnie," my oldest replied, talking into my hip. She had her upper lip snarled and I popped her arm for knowing better. I felt Sweetness's green eyes boring into mine behind those shades, but if there was anybody to blame for Minnesota's mannerisms, it would be Sweetness.

"You apologize, now," I demanded.

Sweetness grabbed my hips, "apologize for what?" And Minnie took that as a green light to fall into Sweetness's arms.

The woman chuckled, brushing her silk press away from her defined cheekbones. "Adoni?" The woman asked. Scorn ran across her features, she touched her necklace and smirked towards me. I looked at her confusingly.

I turned around quicker than the speed of light. "Y'all two familiar with one another?" I asked Sweetness who still was behind me possessively. Her hands were now wrapped around my round belly.

"Used to be," Adoni admitted. I could throw my head back and bust her in her lying ass mouth, or I could play it cool because I understand coincidences happened. But I knew no one went around calling Sweetness 'Adoni'.

"Used to? Adoni what it is this?" The lady who had on scrubs with a name tag that read 'Livian Williams' asked Sweetness, bypassing me completely. I heard Sweetness kiss her teeth, Minnie was observing quietly and I could only pray it didn't become something more than what it had to be.

There was no reason for me to fight any bitch; I was Missus Sweetness. I didn't know this woman before me nor did I care to, I just wanted to be on my way home.

"You see what it is, I'm with my family."

Like something off of a movie, I watched as fire ignited in her dark brown doll like eyes. She snarled and attempted to charge towards me, Sweetness jumped in front of me and choked the bitch up against the cans on the shelves causing pickle jars and other things to break and shatter.