Two Worlds Apart

97

August

"So anything planned for my granddaughter's first birthday?"

Glancing at my momma then back on the road, I answered her question.

"Just a small cake and some ice cream, nothing big."

"Oh okay."

"Just like we did with her brother, her fifth birthday we'll do a party."

"Why though?"

"Milestone birthday plus she'll enjoy it and remember it more."

"Okay."

As we made our way back to the house, everything in me wanted to address what my son told me but I didn't want to cause any tension during her visit. After the last exchange during thanksgiving, I've just accepted fully that my mother was who she was and I couldn't do anything about it if she didn't want too.

"How have you been otherwise?"

"Good, honestly. No worries or anything on my end."

"And your health."

"It's been in a good place, thankfully."

"Nice."

"How things been? How your husband going?" I smirked.

"Everything and him been good." She smiled. "We're thinking about throwing a family day."

"Okay. Well just let me know when and we'll come through."

Taking the turn off, I pulled up behind my wife's vehicle. Both getting out, I got her bag before meeting her by the front door. Unlocking it, I announced our presence as I closed the door and set our alarm.

"House is quiet." She mentioned.

"A lah too quiet." I gave her her bag.

As she went to the guest room to put her stuff there, I walked into the kitchen. Seeing the back door open, I then heard music coming from our back porch. Approaching the doorway, I smiled at the sight before me.

"My artists."

Gaining their attention, they looked back at me. Going back to his painting after he told me hi, I approached my daughter who sat in her high chair.

"What you doing over here lah baybeh?" I kissed her on her forehead.

Looking at the table, taped to it, was a ziplock bag with paper and paint in it as she smushed it around. Giving her some praises, she squealed in excitement. As I approached my wife, she sat with one of her many books reading.

"My love." We shared a kiss.

"Anybody home?" We then heard.

"Outchea momma." I called.

Joining us, Chrysta acknowledged her as she did the same before greeting our children.

"Aug, no hug for maw?"

Seeing his expression, I knew it was mixed emotions. Placing down his brush, he turned, hugged her then went back to what he was painting.

"Look at you." She then spoke to him. "Pablo Picasso has nothing on my grand baby." She laughed before giving him a head rub.

"And what my little princess is up to over here."

All while she greeted them, I was messing with my wife, kissing on her neck, making her laugh.

"Babe." She giggled.

"What? You smell good. What scent you got on?"

"My fave from Bath and Body Works." She blushed.