This a story of how Taraji and Fantasia fell in love on the set of The Color Purple. They have trials and tribulations and dealings with people who don't want them together, will they weather the storms to come? Will love conquer all?
This is the longest chapter I have ever written in this book so enjoy. I don't know when it will happen again.
F.M. Barrino
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Today was my baby's birthday and I was going to make sure she had the most relaxing day ever. I woke up early because I wanted to make her breakfast. I showered and put on a pair of blue leggings and a matching top, I did my skincare and fixed my hair. After I finished up I started blowing up balloons, I wanted to fill the room with balloons. It took me almost an hour to get the room filled up before I went downstairs to make breakfast. There were so many people in this house now so I cooked for everyone. Marcell got in last night, I wanted to surprise her but I didn't want to scare her. I was going to have him bring her food upstairs hopefully she didn't lose her mind. I made Waffles, eggs, and sausage and cut up a lot of fruit, Taraji loved fruit. When I was done cooking it was almost 9. I headed upstairs and knocked on Marcell's room, he didn't answer and I opened the door anyway poking my head inside. He was still asleep. I pushed his arm and he immediately woke up, he was a light sleeper just like his mama. "Can you take your mom breakfast for me?"
"Now?"
"Yes."
"Fine." He tossed his covers back and stood from the bed.
"Thank you." We left his room and went to the kitchen. I handed him the bed tray and he took it upstairs, I followed with my phone because I wanted to get her reaction. I opened the door for him since his hands were full and climbed into the bed. I started peppering kisses all over her face until she pushed me away.
"Tasia stop."
"Mama wake up, I made you breakfast."
"I'm sleepy." I rolled my eyes and pressed my lips to hers. She smiled and pulled me closer.
"Ew, can you two stop? I'm going to need therapy." Taraji shot up when she heard her son's voice.
"AH! Marcell, when did you get here?!" She jumped out of bed tossing the covers off and over my face. I laughed and pulled the covers off me so I could record her.
"Last night." She attacked him with kisses. "Hold on ma, let me put the food down before I drop it." He sat the tray on the ottoman and let his mother tackle him in a hug. "I've missed you too ma."
"I've missed you so much, I haven't seen you since the baby shower."
"I'm still sorry I wasn't there when you had your heart attack."
"It's okay, you called and that's enough." She faced me. "You filled the room with balloons?'
"Yes, Happy birthday Mama,"
"Ah, are you recording me!" She jumped in the bed and snatched the phone cutting the video off.
