taraji h.
the feds wanted to meet with me at 9. it was only 7- i woke up early and started on breakfast for tasia and bryce before i left.
"good morning." tasia spoke, coming down the stairs with bryce on her hip.
"good morning and good morning to my sonshine." i took him from her arms and drowned him in kisses, "i need to go get you a lineup nappy headed boy."
"put him in the booster so he can eat."
"alright. you fixing mine, too?"
"you know the answer to that. be real with yourself."
"you right." i fixed him some apple juice and turned on the stuff he like to watch.
me and tasia went over to the island to eat. i wasn't that hungry, but i needed to put something on my stomach after taking that pill.
"what?" she questioned, rolling her neck.
"i aint said nothing. you cool?"
"no, i can feel you staring at me."
"duh. you look fucking good, why wouldn't i stare?"
"anyway, where do you have to be?"
"meeting with the feds fine ass girl. why?"
"you dont seem phased by that. why?"
"i simply just don't give a fuck plus im innocent."
"its not a joking matter, though."
"you want me to look guilty or some? like how you expect me to act or look?"
"take it seriously even if you did nothing wrong. you go in there playing around, and they're gonna assume something is off about you."
"im not finna be all smiles infront of the folks tasia come on now."
"i hope not. you dont need to be back in jail."
"funny you say that.." i playfully side eyed her.
"i dont care, and i will never let you live it down. i put you in there the first time."
"that shit had autumn mad for months. i missed a lot of shit that involved them, too. even the birth of my boy."
"you brought that upon yourself. i don't feel bad for you, but i do feel for the babies."
"yeah, i know. im glad i had commissary, though. i would've been a bag of bones by the time i got back."
"yeah, your stomach has grown. that six- pack was good while it lasted."
"you tripping. i still got my shit. i was in there working out a lot- you just wanted to see em. could've just said that."
"why didn't you go any further that day on the yacht?"
"dont ask me nothing you already know the answer to."
"im asking seriously."
"because i knew that was the liquor talking and im not fucking you while you drunk and im sober. that don't sit well with me."
"the thought to do it never crossed your mind?"
"hell n- tasia, stop asking me stupid stuff. what you tryna get at?"
"im just surprised you passed up the opportunity."
"do i need to speak louder for you? you was intoxicated, and i knew that wasn't what the sober tasia would say. i respect you way more than that. ill never take that opportunity if you drunk out of yo mind. ima need sober tasia permission. speaking of...you can give me permission now."
