A Story To Tell | Book 2

.41.

:::BRUCE:::

"What's for breakfast this morning, Brit Brat?"

    I asked Britney as I walked downstairs with her in the air as if she were flying. She was laughing and giggling so much that her baby laugh was contagious. I couldn't help but burst out laughing as I tossed her in the air, causing for her to scream and laugh at the same time as I caught her. I kissed her on her forehead and placed her into her high chair.

    "Eat, eat!" Britney screamed.

    "Yea, baby! Eat, eat!" I laughed as I opened the fridge to think up of what to cook for myself. Britney was about to have some oatmeal, she just didn't know it yet. I knew she was probably sick of it, but that's all I didn't really have to worry about cleaning off of the floor when she was done. She ate oatmeal with no problems. All that other stuff ended up on the floor.

    "Oh, you know what?" I say to Britney as if she could understand me. "How about we get cleaned up and dressed and we can eat at Huddle House?" I said getting excited my damn self. Britney smiled at me as if she understood, showing off her baby teeth.

    I waltzed over to her and picked her up from her high chair and held her back up into the air. She laughed again as I ran out of the kitchen with her in the air and up the stairs.

    We were having too much fun this morning because once we made it up to my bedroom, she had the hiccups. I let her down onto her feet and she waddled towards the closet. Opening the door, I watched as she walked inside of the closet and started messing with Tereny's coach bag. I figured she wouldn't do any harm to it, so I went through my dresser to find some fresh clothes to put on before going to Britney's room and finding her something even more fresher than mine.

    Hell, all a nigga was doing was getting breakfast, so after twenty minutes of plundering, I'd decided to wear a blood red Truk Fit shirt and some black balling shorts with white balling shorts underneath. My red Jordan socks and my Jordan slides.

    When I turned back towards the closet where Britney was, I didn't see her anymore. I knew the room was getting too damn quiet. So I rushed over to the closet and found Britney far back on her mama's side of the closet holding something in her hand, chewing on it. I picked Britney up out of the closet and pulled a white thing of paper from out of her hands with slob all over it.

    "Damn, Britney, I know you hungry, but we ain't gotta result into eating paper, ya dig?" I joke with her as I sit her down onto the bed.

    I was walking into the bathroom to throw the piece of paper away when I realized that it was blue writing on it and it just might be important. I sat it down onto the bathroom sink and looked at myself into the mirror. Britney started making baby talk from the bedroom, making me laugh.

    "You right, Brit Brat." I talked back to her. She continued talking. "And what you told that nigga?" I joked, listening to her to continue talking in her baby language as I looked down at the paper.

    I figured if I read the folded piece of paper to see if it was important, then I'd put it up somewhere. Knowing Tereny, she probably made a Christmas list and a nigga was wondering what the hell he was going to be buying for his wifey this year. So I just shrugged and peeled the soggy letter apart.

    When I had it all the way unfolded, most of the ink was smudged, but I was still able to skim some of it. And that's when the shit had hit me deeper than a mothafucka.

    It was a goddamn letter to Tereny from Martray's ass. What the fuck?!

    "What the fuck?!" I shouted, forgetting that Britney was in the room.