•Taylor's Home•
11:22 p.m.
"Why everytime I come home, she's in my spot" Zachary laughed, kissing the top of a sleeping Zyla's head.
Fatima had closed her laptop, sitting it on the nightstand next to her, as Zachary walked over and pecked Fatima onto the lips.
"She won't let me breathe, she thinks she's my doctor or something" Fatima says to him doing a light chuckle.
"She's worried about you, just as much as I am. Did you consider going to that support group like our therapist recommended" Zachary asked.
"I don't know if I want to sit around with a bunch of woman and talk about my health issues, I really don't Zac"
"What's the big deal? It might feel good talking to other woman who could relate to you, I don't think it's a bad idea" Zachary shrugged his shoulders.
"Says the nigga who was so against therapy" Fatima waved him off.
"Back then yeah I was against it, but it took me losing you and my children to see that shit through" Zachary says
"Well I would think about it but I'm glad you're home because Zy been wanting to talk to us."
"About what" Zachary asked, removing his work clothing so he could take a shower.
"I'm not sure babe, she needed both of us together, so can you be a little late to the office tomorrow?" Fatima asked.
"Wake her ass up now, I'm curious. It better not be no bullshit, or another grandchild, my pockets ain't cut for no more damn kids" He joked
"Boy!" Fatima laughed, Zachary had smiled and walked off into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, out of respect because Zyla was in the room.
"Mamas" Fatima lightly shook Zyla from out her sleep , a few more taps and Zyla had woke up. It was now twelve - fifteen in the morning.
"Are you okay? What's wrong mommy?" Zyla asked, sitting up on the bed.
"I'm fine, your father is home. Do you want to talk to us now or in the morning?"
"It's pretty late and you have school in the morning but the choice is yours" Fatima added.
"Wassup mamas" Zachary says coming from out the bathroom, with his robe on.
"CDD 0066" Zyla blurted out, hoping her mom or dad will catch on without having to explain further details.
"CDD 0066?" Zachary repeated back in confusion, while Zyla looked at her mom.
Fatima immediately grabbed her phone from off the nightstands and jumped up, as she placed a call to Madam.
"What the fuck is going on" Zachary asked, and the two just ignored him, after calling Madam three times, she finally picked up the phone.
"Fatima what the hell you calling me this late for, it better be a damn good reason" Madam says.
"Marilyn I need you to run this license plate number for me right now " Fatima spoke calmly, trying to keep her BP level elevated.
She texted Madam the plate number, and Madam went straight to business.
"Whose fucking license plate are we running?" Zachary asked, getting frustrated. It never fails who Zaria gets her slowness from.
"Cuz, let me call you right back" Madam said, and the call ended before Fatima got the chance to say anything else.
"How long you been sitting on this information Zyla?" Fatima asked.
