It's the next morning over at Zac's house and he was having breakfast with Amir. He decided before dropping him off he would really try and get to the bottom of thing.
"How's school going?" Zac asked, easing into conversation.
"It's okay," he shrugged. "Coach keeps threatening to bench me but them lil niggas just be acting like bitches."
"Man, you can be a little rough when you're upset, I think you get that from me." Zac chuckled, "you might need to play football instead." he joked. "And don't let your mother hear you talking like that please, that's the last lecture I need."
"I was thinking of switching sports, but you know your wife." Amir says. "She'll preach to me about completing something I started."
"Well she's right Amir," Zac informed him. "Your mother is tough on you but she's not wrong." He explained. "Her delivery just sucks. However, you've went from baseball to soccer to basketball and we finally thought you were where you wanted to be."
"Well I'm not," Amir confessed. "I actually hate basketball now, but I know mommy won't let me change it."
Zac sighed, "what is this feud you have going on with your mom dude? That shit is getting out of hand."
"It's nothing," he continued to eat his breakfast.
"I know you better than that, come on man, what is it?" Zac asked him.
Amir took a deep breath before ranting on, "she's constantly running people out of my life! Ricky, you, nana! Every time I turn around somebody is leaving me because of her."
"Yo, don't do that to your mother man that's not fair and I don't like that. Your mother is not responsible for Ricky leaving you, he did that because he's a fucking coward! Nana chose to stay away from you on her own and your mother tried her best to keep y'all connected." Zac explained to him. "Your mother does everything she can to keep you happy and you keep giving her your ass to kiss and that's not fair, cut it out!"
"What about you?" Amir asked.
"What about me? I'm not leaving you!" He told him. "Me and your mother both have issues that we need to work on and she is not the blame for us divorcing so stop putting that shit on her, I mean it!"
"Okay," Amir replied in a low tone.
"You owe your mother an apology for your attitude and you need to fix it because you are wrong." Zac finally realized that Fatima was indeed right about the attitude he's had with her. "I'll talk to her about the way she speaks to you but you are the one wrong here."
"Yes sir," Amir nods.
"I don't like that you put me in situations to have to go against her but I never want you to feel unheard so the two of you need to reach an understanding because I won't be around when you have to go with your mother during her week." He continued to explain to Amir in a way that he thought he'd understand. After breakfast he got him to school and went straight to Fatima's house to talk with her. Fatima had just gotten back from dropping the girls off. She seen Zac pull in the driveway behind her. She sighed, Fatima didn't have no energy to go back and forth so she was praying he wasn't on bs.
"Zachary," she says as he approached her getting out of her car.
"Wassup," he responds looking her up and down. "You look nice."
