nickinac's drafties

games we play 8

"braniyaaahhhh." i groaned feeling a wet spot in my bed. what the fuuucckkk. washing last night was very very pointless then.

i laid there with my eyes closed for a bit before forcing myself up. this is not something i planned on doing today. when they went to school i was supposed to go grocery shopping. looks like i'm gonna have to add washing.

"come on mama. get up." i grabbed under her arms and lifted her. she started to cry as always. i'm just not understanding why she's doing this shit. i've taken her to the doctor and it's not a thing wrong. fuck. stressed ain't even the word. "shhh. it's okay baby. it's okay."

i just let her wrap around me. pissy and all. forget it.

breaunna woke up from the crying and hopped out the bed. she came leaning on me while we just stood there. we're all tired. i was rubbing braniyahs back for a little until i caught view of the time.

"bre go brush your teeth baby." i bent down and kissed her head then went in my bathroom to bathe braniyah. she'd stopped crying, just sniffling every now and then. "did you have a bad dream mama?"

"no."

"were you cold? i had your warm blanket turned on."

"no."

"you were just sleeping and didn't know?"

"i didn't know mommy."

"ok. it's okay baby." i bit my jaw washing her body. when i was finished i got her out and ready for school. "bre bre!!"

"yess!?"

"are you okay?! you got it?!"

"yes!"

i still went to her room to check on her. she was putting on her jacket. we got clothes out last night so all she had to do was get dressed. bre is the one that'll do it herself and just need fixing. braniyah will sit there and wait for me to do it. which is fine..

"y'all just want mcdonald's? momma is so tired." i looked between them. they nodded with excitement and i mentally cheered. great.

we went downstairs to grab their lunches and homework.

"name check."

"yes." they both answered and i hooked their lunch bags to their backpacks. we've had so many homework incidents because they didn't have their names on it. imagine knowing your kids did their work but the teacher calling because they have so many no name papers, they don't know who's who.

so we leave the finished work out until morning and do name checks. that solved that problem.

"niyah make sure you remember to bring that jacket back from yesterday." i grabbed my keys and a random jacket from the couch then went to the door. braniyah opened it but i forgot my purse in the kitchen. "go to the car, it's crunk."

i ran back to the kitchen and got my purse. as i was locking the front door, i heard the girls. 

"papa!!!!"

my head turned over and i saw them getting out the truck running towards the curb to beyoncés car. i huffed standing on the porch watching them. i'm not even dressed; literally wearing shorts and a jacket...

she got out picking them both up while coming towards me with a smile. i'm not smiling. i would like it if she called and let me know she would be coming.

"goodmorning. you ain't cold?"

"goodmorning. yes i am cold."

"well let's go inside."