Best Friends| Part Three

Chapter 8

I do not own any of these photos. But, you'll see a pic of Damien and Yasmine, and also pictures of the party stuff.

Genevieve
Deep inside of me, I've been anticipating a miscarriage. I think Trey thinks about it too. It's been six months, and I'm still going strong. I guess you're wondering the sex of the baby. It's a girl! Once she's born, she'll share a room with Damien. That means less work for Trey and I when we have to get up in the middle of the night.

Today we're celebrating Yasmine's birthday. She's 3! I wake up at 8 to help Tracie clean the house from top to bottom. We're expecting about 100-125 guests. Both kids and parents alike. Trey's family and my family in VA are coming up. Our celebrity friends and their kids are coming as well as our regular friends with their kids. Trey is running a couple errands for the party, but it's fine because Tracie is a big help with the kids.

Yasmine comes running down the hallway a half hour later in only a diaper with a big smile on her face. She walked down those long steps by herself?!

"Hi, baby." I coo to her while she comes over to me.

"Hi mommy." She chips.

I pick her up and begin singing happy birthday to her. Tracie joins in right behind me. After singing, I give Yasmine another hug and bring her back upstairs to change and bathe her for the long day ahead of us. Damien wakes up crying while I bathe Yasmine.

"I got him!" Tracie yells.

"Thank you!" I yell back relieved.

Yasmine giggles as I dry her body. After getting Yasmine dressed, Tracie walks in with Damien.

"I bathed and dressed him already. No worries." Tracie says while bouncing 5 month old Damien on her hip.

"Thank you so much, Tracie. I don't know what I'd do without you. I'm so serious." I say while reaching out my arms to hold my son.

"I'm here to help, Gene."

"Good morning, bebe." I say before kissing his forehead and putting him on my hip.

Yasmine, in jealousy, tugs on my long skirt, begging me to hold her. I sigh and shake my head.

"I can't, mama. I can't hold both of you at the same time." I respond.

She pouts and begins to throw on of her famous tantrums, which consists of her stomping her feet, throwing herself on the floor, and crying at the top of her lungs. Not. Today. Tracie comes in and calms her down by picking her up. 

We walk downstairs with the kids, feed them, and leave them to play. Damien in his playpen and Yasmine with her dolls. It's 9:30 am. The party starts at 2, and we're not even half way done. I call Trey to get the 411 on him.

"How's everything going?" I ask him.

Trey basically had one job: to pick up my mom and dad from the airport. If he can't do that right then I don't know what to do with him.

"I just picked them upright now. I'm in my way home. Do you need anything?" He asks.

"I just need you to be here," I reply.

"Yeah yeah. See you in a few." He says before hanging up.

The doorbell rings a couple minutes later as I sweep the kitchen. I peek the the peephole to see my decorator with her team of like 10 people.

"Ready to work?" I ask.

"We're all set." She replies.

I allow them in, and they quickly get to work. Theses decorations are supposed to be off the chain. One after another, the bakery comes to set up the dessert table, the bouncy house team comes with the blow up play things, and the entertainment arrives last. By 12, everything was all set.

My parents are here, but they're resting in their room. Audrey, August, Nicki, and Chris all come at once for the party. Audrey gave birth to Victoria last month. She's so adorable. Audrey and August are Yasmine's godparents while Nicki and Chris are Damien's. They bring so many gifts!

"You guys are spoiling her too much." I nag while they set the presents down on the the gift table.

"We're doing our jobs." Chris replies.

We all laugh and settle down inside to relax. Trey settles down next to me and puts an arm on my shoulder. Then I begin to think about the whole party itself. Maybe Trey and I did too much for a three year old.

"Do you think we did too much?" I whisper to Trey.

"No... I think we did fine. Chris went all out for Royalty." He whispers back.

I roll my eyes at his reasoning. I unconsciously rub my belly as we all continue to talk. Two o'clock finally rolls around and guests begin to flood into the house.