Meant to be

party 2

Erica: babe, where are you?*walking down the steps*

Cyn: *shouts*back yard

Erica: babe, im hungry

Cyn: the food is already on the table

Erica: so come and eat with me pouting

Cyn: Erica, the guys are here to set up the bouncing castle. I need to supervise so they dont crush my roses

Erica: baby *whining*

Cyn: your worst that jaila.  Guys place it right next to the cabanas. I'll be back in a minute. Come on you big baby*taking Erica hand and walking her back to the kitchen.* jaila did you enjoy your birthday pancakes*kissing the top of her head*

Jaila: yes mommy.thank you.

Cyn; your welcome. Riley are you still hungry.

Erica: they didn't feed her, ouch*kneeling over*

Cyn: *whispers*shut the hell up, before I break your neck.

Riley: no, mam I'm full. Are you OK Mrs mena.

Erica: I'm fine

Cyn: go grab a seat *getting wet wipes and cleaning the girls sticky syrupy finger and face* OK, jaila you and Riley go meet grandma.

Jaila: so no cake?

Cyn: not yet you've got to wait for your party.

Jaila: huh? But my birthday is now.

Cyn: you still got to wait.

jaila: Riley I want cake*ignoring cyn*

Riley: I dont got any

Jaila: but its my birthday *pouting*

Riley: dont cry. Can we have cake please Mrs mena?

Erica: no ouch, stop hitting me Cynthia

Cyn: stop being annoying. Riley sweetie, just because you ask doesn't mean that jaila going to get her way. I said not until the party and if she keeps bugging me I will cancel the party and she won't get cake or presents. So choose one.

jaila: no mama I go meet grandma. Come Riley*pulling riley out of the kitchen.

Cyn: YOU

Erica: what, me. What I do

Cyn: stop this shit your doing to Riley.  She's three fucking years. Grow the fuck up.

Erica: all I said is if they haven't fed her.

Cyn: you know damn well her mom and dad is capable of feeding her. Its riley who probably skipped breakfast to come play with jaila on her birthday.

Erica: she gave her a gold freaking chain. Gold cyn. At 3

Cyn: so What.

Erica:its getting way to serious between them

Cyn; do you hear yourself.  Your pressed because a three year old gave your two year old a really nice present. You gave me a bear which I cherished. Its not the gift its the person that gives the gift.  Riley is jaila best friend, maybe future wife.

Erica: *drops her fork* dont say shit like that.

Cyn: what. The truth, we've been intertwine since we was in  school.  My mom and Dad never spoke to you the way toy speak to jaila, and we spent every single moment Together. Would you have liked it if my dad had try to keep us apart, or say stuff like your mom dont feed you whenever you sat down at our table. Would you?