taraji h.
the next morning...
i went into my bathroom to take my pill and countdown from 1-10. i hopped in the shower first before i went and blasted music in winter ears since she thought it was funny to do me like that last night.
after getting dressed in something so simple, basketball shorts, regular white tee and my prada slides. i turned on my speaker and quietly rolled it into winter
room. i found a nicki minaj song..
seconds later...
"MAMA!!!!!"
"SCAR CHIPS WERE MEANT TO BUY!" i sung in her ear.
"THATS NOT EVEN THE LYRICS!" she yelled, covering her ears with the pillow.
"WAKE UP WINTER! ITS TIME TO GET UP! imma jump on the bed next, get up."
"im still SLEEPY!"
"alright then, ill just leave you here. no going to buy nicki minaj merch or n-"
"okay fine im up."
"good morning, winter nevaeh." i smiled, turning the music down.
"bad morning, taraji penda."
"hey, now watch it..." i never play with her when she calls me that. im not toya.
"fine. good morning, mama."
"go get your toothbrush and stuff out. ill be back to run your bath."
i went to autum room- she was already up talking to logan, of course.
"hey, good morning."
"good morning. here's logan"
"hey ms h!"
"hey, good morning, logan. you okay?"
"yes, im fine."
"thats good. autumn when you finish up here, come down and eat."
"okay."
i went into bryce's room. tasia was already dressing him.
"good morning, fine ass." i towered over her pressing up against her from behind.
"good morning- move back." she pushed me back using her ass.
"you just wanted to feel some shit. all you gotta do is ask for it."
"taraji, get away from me."
"anyway, good morning, my sonshine."
"i hope the sun in that is spelled with an o."
"i thought you said he wasn't mine?"
"shut up."
"yeah, you know who daddy is."
"ive never even called you that be real with yourself."
"you never slipped up and called me that when i was in that stomach rearranging them g-" she threw a pillow at my face.
"you make me sick."
"yeah, whatever." i picked him up, kissing his cheek repeatedly, "you ready to go- i still haven't gotten his initials carved into his seat."
"you don't even know his initials."
"bab. correct or no?"
"how did you find tha- nevermind, i forgot who i was talking to for a second."
"yo mama told me"
"speaking of my mom. what did you two talk about that day?"
"she told me not to say shit. so, in other words, none of yo beeswax"
