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?
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It was the weekend and I was up before ten so that I could get myself together for the day. Tasia was still asleep next to me, I wore that ass out last night. I got up to find something to wear, I grabbed a pair of jeans a black button-down top, and a pair of my red bottom heels. I went into the bathroom and to a 20-minute shower, I got out and dried off, brushed my teeth, and put on my lacy gray undergarments before putting on my clothes. I did my hair, I had cut my hair so it was shorter on one side and longer on the other. I plugged up my smaller curling iron and the bigger one, when it was hot enough I used the small one on the shorter side of my hair and the bigger one on the longer side of my hair. When I was done I unplugged everything and did some light makeup after I was finished getting ready I turned off the light in the bathroom and walked out. Fantasia was turning over in the bed, I walked towards her and kneeled in the bed, leaning over I peppered kisses to her cheek making her smile. She faced me and our lips met in a kiss, she wrapped her hand around my neck deepening our kiss before pulling away.
"Good morning baby."
"Good morning. You look beautiful."
"Thank you." I stood up straight and she sat up against the headboard.
"You going to work?"
"Yeah, somebody's got to open that center."
"Wait, I want to come too." She jumped out of bed and went to change her clothes. She must've changed in the closet because she came out in a pair of jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, in her hand was a pair of black strappy sandals and she sat on the bed to put them on.
"You don't have to rush, we still have some time." It was only 10:30. "I'm gonna go get the kids ready."
"Okay." I left our room and went into Analeia's room, she was sitting in bed on her iPad.
"Um, it's 10 am no electronics until one and you know this." She just frowned at me and held it out to me. I took it sitting on her dresser. "You want to come to the center with me?" She nodded and stood in the bed jumping up and down, I went to her closet to find her something to wear. I needed to find something she could play around in, Ana didn't know how to sit in dresses or skirts properly yet, nor did she like wearing them. My baby was a tomboy, she liked playing with boys, she fought, and played in the dirt and the rain. She reminded me a lot of Ari. Angelo reminded me of Dallas. Dallas is an actual boy's boy, he goes through girls like Marcell used to, plays football, and video games, and doesn't mind fighting. Keziah was a girly girl with an attitude a lot like her older sisters or more importantly Jade.
I came out of the closet with a black romper for her and some socks and her black and white Vanz. She was still jumping up and down in her bed and I scooped her up mid-jump and took her to the bathroom. "Time for a bath." I sat her on the counter and went to fill up the bathtub. "Get undressed and I'll be right back." She nodded jumping down from the counter as I left the room.
