Raya doesn't believe in love anymore because every guy she dates or takes serious shows her why she'd rather be alone but she that doesn't mean she wants to be. One night on a night she was called in to work, Raya literally falls in the lap of a my...
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Raya
10 years later....
It'sHarmony's 15th birthday today and I wanted to make her something special for her party. She's having a few of her friends from school come over to the house and she wants to have a 80's themed throwback.
This shocked me because you're only fifteen and you like the 80's?
When I offered to dress up with her yesterday, she declined me and told me that I wasn't allowed to embarrass her in front of her friends. My feelings was hurt but I get her, no one wants their thirty something year old mother prancing around in spanks and shoulder pads. Cause let me tell you, I was going to walk in there dressed like Madonna. I'm talking about blonde wigs, oversized jackets and leg warmers.
Jamal wasn't to geeked about this party. He doesn't like the fact that Harmony is a teenager now who doesn't want to be around him 24/7. He doesn't like that she's trying to date nor does he like that she started puberty.
On her twelfth birthday, she started her first period. I wasn't home at the time because I was out with Ivory and Jamal was off from work. He called me, sounding mad and erratic. He thought someone had harmed her because she came home from school with blood on her skirt. She was crying and saying she was in pain. He was ready to go on a rampage, telling me to meet him at her school and to dress like a seventh grader.
It was the most hilarious shit ever. I had to explain to him what a cycle was and that she was having hers. He stopped shouting and went silent followed by him saying a simple 'oh' and hung up. My poor husband.
Anyway, we're at the grocery store right now so I can find the ingredients to make her a 80's themed birthday cake. Jamal was dragging his feet behind me, knocking down boxes of cake mix in irritation. "Will you stop that? You're going to make a mess." I tell him.
He scoffed at me and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He was pouting and his eyes were narrowed and dark. Even now, he still looks good as ever. His hair had grew a few inches and he was sporting some grey. He wore his glasses more often because his eyesight was getting worse. To be in his thirties, he was still well built and bigger than he was in his twenties. He has more tattoos now and his skin was tanner from being out in the sun more. He looked alive, sexy and alive.
"When will we be done with this shit? I want to go home and bury myself inside of you." He grumbles. "I'm getting blue balls here."
