An unlikely pair, Sybil & Syre find themselves being pulled toward the other by an undeniable force. They both have decided that they hate each other but over time that "hate" turns into something else all together.
As it turns out, these two wound...
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"So when are you guys gonna get married?" I asked Shamira. Curious to know why her and Desmond weren't tying the knot.
She laughed. "Oh sweetheart. We eloped last year."
My jaw dropped and I sat back. "You WHAT!?" She continued to laugh and I just shook my head. "What the heck man...why yall didn't say nothing to nobody??"
"We told Syre."
"Oh ima kill him." I scoffed. "So you're not a Smith anymore huh..."
"Nope. I am Mrs. Carlyle."
"Mm, sounds bougie."
We shared a laugh and I looked over toward the kitchen, seeing Desmond walk out.
"Thanks for telling me you got married." I gave him a straight face and he shrugged.
"Business. Find you some."
"Rude."
"Whatever, where's my nephew?"
"He's with my mom, she came down again just to see him. I think this weekend, we'll go back up to Connecticut so everyone can see him."
"That's a good idea. Get him around the rest of his family. He's probably bored looking at us all the time."
I laughed softly at her comment and leaned back into the couch.
"How has it been going?"
"What do you mean?"
"Being a mom? How are you handling it?"
"It's been good. I've been really tired but...that's a given. He needs my attention 24/7."
"That he does." She paused. "I just wanna check on you, make sure you're good. You know anything you need you can ask me."
"I know and I appreciate it a lot. Everyone being so supportive it's like Sy has a million parents." I giggled. "I love it though, he's surrounded by so much love."
"Damn right he is." Desmond agreed.
The backdoor slid open and I watched as Syre walked in. He was in only a white beater, sweaty and covered in dirt.
"The next time you wanna clean a tool shed Unc, get somebody else to do it."
"I asked Marcus, he was busy. You're off work today so—"
Syre sucked his teeth and sighed.
"Baby, you're gonna get sick. It's the beginning of March, Spring has not Sprung yet." I warned him, hell there was still some snow on the ground defrosting. Yet here he was practically shirtless and sweaty in 40 degree weather.
