Terminal One

A Web of Deception

Same Day....

Angel bursts through the front door. "Big Ma!!! BIG MA!!!"

"Yes, Angel..." Big Ma replied, knowing that the once-quiet home was no longer an option.

Angel finally made his way to the kitchen, putting the small grocery bag on the table.

"Daddy was talking to a slut..." "Angel!!!" "What? That's what Daddy called her..." "You and ya daddy gon' get soap in ya mouth, keep it up..." Big Ma warned.

"Sorry Big Ma but..." "Angel, I swear you're never riding with me again." "But Daddy tell Big Ma how that sl...I mean, lady wanted to fight you, Daddy..." he turns to Big Ma saying, "Big Ma she was like this...."

"Mr. Taylor...you know what I want...blah, blah, blah..." Mocking Leo's mother while trying to be feminine.

Zac and Big Ma are laughing their heads off at Angel's interpretation, then hear him say, "Then that heffa had the dacity to say she wanna fight my daddy Big Ma. Mommy's gonna kill 'em. And ain't enough ice cream in the world that's gone calm Mommy down once I tell her this..."

"Ait, Ait, YOU will NOT be telling your mother this. I WILL!!!" "Daddy. Mommy gon' get you. Y'all gon' fight fight for real. You don't want that smoke. You don't have enough ice cream. You only bought 3..." "BOY. Ain't nobody afraid of your mother but you..." "Yeah ok..." Angel muttered with a twisted lip. "Wait till she get home from work Daddy. You gon' be shaking." shaking his knees while rubbing his little fist together, mocking Zac when he's nervous.

Big Ma laughs again,

"You know what...." Angel takes off.

The day turns into night and the kids are finally asleep.

Fatima finally walks in from work, completely exhausted from the back-to-back surgeries with little to no rest time.

She sits on the bench, slipping off her shoes one foot at a time, the baby moves subtly.

"I know Nugget. Mommy's hungry too..." she says, then looks up to the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey Mamas..." "Hey..." "Damn, it's like that..." "Zac. I'm exhausted..." "Just one more week and you'll be on Maternity leave..." "Fuck that. I told them I'm taking off until then, I got the days....." she reiterated with a deep sigh.

Zac chuckles and kneels before her... "DAMN THAT'S YO FEET SMELLING LIKE THAT?!" "SHUT UP!" "I'm just saying Mamas. Got damn..." "Zac. If you say one more thing..."

"Ok. Ok." he uttered, "How about I carry you upstairs," Kiss. "Draw your bath. Put you and your stinky feet in..." "I'm done..." "No, no, no..." "Move Zac..." "Come on Baby Momma I'm sorry..." he mumbled, sweetly, picking her up wedding style.

She squeals with a quiet laugh considering that the kids haven't bum rushed her as soon as she hit the door, so she knows they're asleep. However she made a mental note to give them some love before she lays down for bed.

Fatima moans, "God that feels good." feeling Zac's hands massage her swollen feet. "How's the ice cream..." "Mmmhmmm." She moaned again, taking a spoonful in her mouth.

Zac put a mixture of all the ice creams together just the way she likes it with caramel and strawberry toppings. He even had the bath water ready with rose petals surrounding the tub with her favorite scented candles lit to complete the ambiance.

Although Fatima appreciated the gesture she didn't really care because the bath, massage, food, and ice cream was all she really wanted.

"How was your day Mamas?" "I don't wanna talk about it..." "Was it that bad?" "No, but I'm adamant about not thinking about that right now..." putting another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.