Let the church say Amen.

23.

2022.

Kierra Valencia Sheard:

"Zaya it's a dance show and you're a kid, you're supposed to have fun and mess up" I say to little miss Zaya trying to comfort her.

"I don't want to dance anymore... I'll stick to being emo" Zaya says with a dramatic effect.

Honestly I wanted to laugh, but it wasn't the time cause she was so serious about it, "just cause you were a black hoodie and headphones over your head all the time doesn't make you EMO Zaya" I say.

"I just want to sleep, can you get mom off me for a while?" She asks innocently and I shoot her a smile.

Zaya had an accident on stage performing with another dancer, she was tripped and she fell. All night she had a theory over how the trip was on purpose and the girl was trying to sabotage her.

I don't know- the trip seemed authentic how like a normal mistake trip would be but she was convinced it wasn't because of the girls who tripped her and she wasn't having it.

We were now in her room and I was trying to make her feel better but she was not interested, especially in her stern mother.

"Okay, give me a hug pooh" I say to her, she obliged and gives in into hugging me.

"Goodnight" I say to her , "goodnight Ki" she says to me and I smile.

I left Zaya's room heading back to the kitchen and I find Erica with her wine glass on her hand over the island.

"How is she?" She asks me , she looked as if she was trying her best to not fuss.

"She's okay baby... calm down" I laugh, then I walk up to her and I rub her arms up and down trying to soothe her.

She was in sweatpants and a baggy shirt, I swear my baby could pass as a stud sometimes and the home version Erica just radiated dominant energy in everything she does 

We didn't have roles when it came to domesticating our relationship. Each of us did whatever we felt like doing at that time with no one submitting to anyone or any sort.

But Erica was just- she had a lot of masculine energy... I've been living with her and the kids for over 7 months and I was slowly taking the role of mommy while she was taking the father role when you think of it conservatively.

It was funny.

That's why Zaya didn't even want to talk to her and talked to me instead, she was more firm with them since she knew them all their lives.

"She's spoilt" Erica said to me,

I take my hands hugging her waist, "she's just sad" I respond.

"She should've went to her dad with all her siblings, it's no kids weekend" she fussed taking a sip of her wine.

"Let me make you feel better" I hum at her squeezing her titties.

"See? On normal occasions I would jump to that, but there's a kid on no kid Friday... " she says moving away from me heading to the sink.

After Zaya's mini concert at school, the kids were all supposed to be with Warryn , but since Zaya had a bad night she wanted to stay home with us and Erica tried to convince her to be with her dad but then eventually she folded because well- me.

I'm the soft one that the children mainly take advantage of when they want to get to their mom... I don't mind though.

"Erica , it's just this weekend come on" I say rolling my eyes.

"No Kierra... you let each of them do whatever it is they want, you're too soft with them, it's not the first time Zaya didn't want to her dad, but she has to because she has to spend time with him...  Wozzy got the sneakers after getting a C in-"