Terminal One

What to do???

The next morning...

"Peanut, I'm worried 'bout ya..." Big Ma said at the kitchen table.

"Big Ma. I will not tolerate disrespect." "As you shouldn't but Peanut. That's not what I'm talking about." "I didn't touch her." "You will not lie to me Zachary and the way you moving has me concerned." She voiced, as she got up to check on breakfast.

"You have a daughter and although you have never put your hands on Ivy or Fatima. She still doesn't need to know that you're putting your hands on ANY female. You wrong Peanut." She voiced seriously.

"Now I get it. These hoes ain't got no mannas nowadays and they need to be put in their place. But that's why you have me and Fatima." "I hear you..." "Do ya?" Big Ma uttered sternly.

"'Cause I don' wanna have to have this conversation with you again nah. Ya startin' to act like ya Fatha and his fatha befo' him. That's not you. Ya hea me?"

"Yes Ma'am." "I mean it." Big Ma reiterated. "It only took one time for ya Daddy to put his hands on ya Momma and that's how she ended up with Joe's ass, who literally turned out worse than he was..." Big Ma confessed.

"Amanda wasn't able to come back after that, even after ya Daddy got the help he needed and I'm telling ya now. You put ya hands on Cupcake.." "I won't do that Big Ma. I love Fatima." "Well ya get ya anga under control Zachary. You get it togetha rite nah." She told him sternly.

"Ya go to ya therapist, you pray, meditate, whatever. Because ya betta than that. You are made for greatness." She told him, "And I get it, breaking generational curses is hard because you feel like the weight of the world is on ya," she takes his chin into her hands, looking Zac straight in the eyes, "But you are stronger and wiser than them. You have the strength of Samson and the wisdom of King Solomon." She encouraged him, "Use it." She voiced.

"We love you. Ya hea me." Zac nods with tears in his eyes. "Them heffas out there ain't worth you losing everything you worked so hard fo'. I need my Peanut. Fatima needs her husband, Iyonna needs her father and yo son needs someone to look up to. Do you wanna be THAT guy?" "No." "Good." She told him. "And lissen. As I told you befo' you're not in this fight alone." She told him, going back to the stove to finish breakfast, "You have an army behind ya. And I have plenty of bullets..."

Zac laughs, getting up from the table hugging her from behind. "I love you old woman." "You got yo' nerve. I ain't old." She chucked, slapping him with her kitchen towel.

He flinches playfully. "You right Big Ma." Zac mumbled tauntingly, "You're 72 years young." "Damn right." She reiterated, "I can still back that thang up."

"HA!!" "Good Morning." "Bi Mama..." they hear.

Big Ma places the spatula to the side, "Good Morning Cupcake. Aweee look at Big Ma's Munchkin." She uttered, getting a good look at Iyonna's face, as she picked her up.

Iyonna starts to babble, telling Big Ma about her lip and head, along with the doctor's visit.

While their talking and Big Ma finishes cooking breakfast, Zac has made his way over to Fatima.

He tried to give her a kiss but she moved her head away from him, rolling her eyes. He sighs, leaving her be, but going to her belly.

"Good Morning My Guy." He says, as the baby started to move again.

Fatima's trying her hardest not to smile, as she watched them interact with one another.

He caught a glimpse of her smile, "Can I touch it?" "What?" "Come on..." "Zac, I'm upset with you. Please leave me alone.." she mumbled, trying to be inconspicuous with her words, as she pushed him away.