Forever My Thug

chapter 7

Noami's POV

I was downstairs with my sidekick Trinity and we were putting our wrist to work. Well, I was but she was in the rocker than I had sat halfway in the kitchen. I was hanging out with the girls today and I thought why not just bring me little mini with me.

"Are you ready to see auntie Lizzie again?" I asked.

Nothing but spit bubbles came in her mouth. I started laughing and wiped it away. Even though I had three kids, I hate when their drool touches me. The most disguising thing ever. I looked up and Tray was coming down the stairs with Tyson.

"You didn't hear him crying?" he asked.

"No." I stated.

"Your mom called. She wants to come over and talk to you." he stated grabbing a bottle for Tyson out of the fridge.

"What do we have to talk about? Huh? What do me and meme have to talk about?" I said cooing to Trinity has she spitted out bubbles.

"I don't know but that's what she said. I'm just delaying the message." he said kissing my cheek.

"I'm going out with the girls today. Can't talk to her." I said standing up.

"Well, that's not my problem, that is your momma. If she wants to talk to you then let her talk to you. I mean what do you and the girls have to talk about? Besides, boys and the babies?" he said sitting at the island.

"I'm the only one with the babies. And besides, this is Trinity's first Girl's Day." I said picking her up.

"And what's me and Tyson going to do?" he asked.

"I don't chill with the guys, play that damn video game, wait till Tyrone gets home and take them to the park. Anything but the trap house." I said giving him a death stare.

"I'm not fucking stupid." he said.

"I was just making sure." I said throwing up my free hand.

"Well, hope she have fun." he said pinching her cheek.

"What about me?" I pouted.

"Stop that." he stated.

For some reason, he hates it when I pouts but that's another reason of how I get what I want. I smiled and he bent down to kiss me. Then someone started knocking on the door. I went and looked in the peephole and it was my mother. I did a sigh, rolled my eyes, and opened the door.

"Hello mother." I stated.

"Hey daughter."

"What are doing here?" I asked her as she took Trinity out my hand.

"I want to talk to you." she said.

"Bout what?" I asked as we walked into the kitchen where Tray was with Tyson.

"About your postpartum."

Tray and I stood and frozen where we were.

"What did you just say?" I asked making sure I heard her correctly.

"Your postpartum. You heard me Noami Nicole."

"Mom, I don't have postpartum. What are you talking about?"

"These moods swings. That bad ass attitude, you don't eat but your gaining weight. Its either that or you're pregnant."

"One, I'm not pregnant. I just had two kids nine weeks ago. And that doesn't mean I have postpartum. I'm not even depressed." I stated.

"Babe, maybe she's right. I mean, you have been up and down." Tray said.

"Trying to call me fat?" I questioned.